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[geniusmage]

[Action A: 1449 Mitchell Road, locked to housemates.]

[From a moment of intensity grew sudden drowsiness, as her feet pace around the home. Everything is such unfamiliar style, certainly nothing out of Terca Lumireis. Brooding quietly in suspicion for a few minutes, she yells out.]

Whoever the hell brought me here, come out and show yourself! Duke!? [Maybe a bit useless. Like Duke would dress her in different clothes. But then what could it possibly be...? God, maybe she's dreaming. The confusion quickly brews her a burning headache. Working her way further around the house, Rita gains a bit of education to her surroundings, but is ever more disturbed. Whatever happened to bring her to this place...
Her eyes stop on a photograph, quickly grabbing onto it, holding it close to her face.
Green eyes widen.]

Wh-what the...

[Action B: Streets of Mayfield.]

[Those wandering the streets of Mayfield might find a curious, eccentric Rita Mordio Gumshoe examining the town. After all, this place wasn't running on any sort of blastia, or at least it didn't seem like it. There's no telling how useful this information could be once she gets back home, and the thought of new technology is fairly stimulating. No point in complaining about being stuck here, since evidently it's going to be a while. Or forever.

Nothing else to do but push forward, and climb up on a lamp post to check it out.
That's where you'll find her.]

[Action C: Mayfield Public Library.]

[Okay, next logical step in figuring out this town. The library. The literature would have to be telling about this place, wouldn't it? Maybe something about the technology here, or the history, or...
How to make a perfect omelet?

What the hell? Her pokerface quickly turns disgusted as she pens over the rows of books, finding only more cook books, cleaning, gardening...Nothing substantial at all. Shoving the books back into the shelves like a clip into a magnum, she stomps off to keep looking. This couldn't seriously be everything, could it?]

Comments

B.

[railtracer]

[Claire's just out for some fresh air when he notices something feels a little off. He looks up to notice one of his former neighbors.]

Oh...hey whaddya know, you're back! Long time no see~!

B.

[geniusmage]

[Yeah, your former neighbor really doesn't seem to feel like giving you the time of day here, she doesn't even look.]

Sorry. You must have me confused with someone else. [And she waves him off. Sorry, she's concentrating here.]

[railtracer]

Nope, pretty sure it was you. It's hard to forget someone climbing on lamp posts.

I know you're not in the mood to talk right now, but word of advice, this time don't go tryin' to break into people's cars because you think they run on that...marina or whatever stuff, 'kay.

[geniusmage]

[That's enough to make her pivot and stare down at him.]

What the hell are you talking about? I just woke up here this morning. There's no way you could've seen me here before. [That's only logical...right?]

B

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett looks up at the girl on the telephone pole.]

What are you doing up there?

B

[geniusmage]

[Rita hears you talking to her, but unfortunately you're just not quite as interesting than this lamp to validate actually turning her head. So she speaks while still peering inside the bulb.]

Research. [Rita waves her hand off in the direction of the voice. Yes, she is clearly just so busy admiring the inner-workings of a street light.]

Re: B

[answerer_sword]

What type?

[She wonders what there is to research about a streetlight. It seems like a basic piece of human technology to her. Of course, even basic technology sometimes confunded her.]

B

[geniusmage]

I'm trying to figure out how it's capable of producing that level of light without a core or via aer conversion. [Yeah, still not looking at you. Busy busy busy.]

C

[littlest_devil]

[It's not hard to notice how you keep slamming those books back into place, Rita. It's also not terribly hard to guess why.

So, sitting not too far away and half-heartedly leafing through a book on all the different ways one could cook an egg—she was bored, okay?—Koakuma speaks up:]

You probably won't be able to find anything here.

C

[geniusmage]

[Cooking literature...So pointless. It's all the same mush in your stomach, right? An aggravated little genius stomps a bit closer.]

What the hell is this place? Some kind of domestic lifestyle library? Where's the history books? The science!

C

[littlest_devil]

That's what it looks like so far. It's...it's stupid, how there's hardly anything else here. [Koa's only been in here a few times now to look around, but it's already painfully clear that she's not particularly impressed with the selection herself.]

C

[geniusmage]

Seriously. Who's the one in charge of this place? [Hands on hips. This girl is about to run a deathpath.]

I want to give them a piece of my mind.

C

[magicalrealist]

(Why yes, there is a pony working at the library and yes, she heard all of that force being put into those books.

Congratulations, Rita; you now have the attention of one hornless unicorn librarian.)

All of the books here might be terrible, but they're still books and must be treated as such.

C

[geniusmage]

It's not like I was ripping the pages out, je--

[That monster is talking.

What

Why the heck is it in a library!?

Her mouth is understandably agape for a short moment.]

You...You wouldn't happen to be an Entelexia, would you...? [Because that is the only logical conclusion her brain can reach at the moment.]

[magicalrealist]

(Twilight's seen this all before.)

Ummm...no, I'm not. Mayfield stole my horn, but I'm a unicorn.

Did you just wake up here?

[geniusmage]

A unicorn...[Must be some sort of talking monster society. This place sure is weird, but she's definitely seen weirder.]

...This morning, yeah.

I know I supposedly can't leave, so I may as well get my bearings.

B

[ryougi]

[Oh she vaguely remembers meeting this girl... Wait a sec.]

Climbing up a lamp post again?

B

[geniusmage]

[That's enough to make her cock her eyebrow, at least. She swings around on the lamp post as though having just finished emphatically caroling in a downpour. Or something like that.]

What do you mean again? Who the heck are you?

B

[ryougi]

Again as in again. S'happened before. [Is it that hard to understand... But anyways.] Just a random passerby I guess.

B

[guardiandragon]

[Tatsuki's just going for her usual walk when she happens upon... whatever the hell Rita thinks she's doing. She looks up and calls out to her.]

You're going to fall and die, and I'm not cleaning it up.

B

[geniusmage]

[You probably can't see it, but Rita is rolling her eyes up here. She remarks back down to the earth below.]

At this height, it would be virtually impossible to produce a fatality. Maybe if I fell neck first there would be a chance...

Her shoulders shrug, turning to look down at Tatsuki.] Besides, I don't need your warning to know to be careful. What do you think I am? Some kind of idiot? [Maybe a little rude though...]

[guardiandragon]

[She's rolling her eyes right back, and certainly hopes Rita can see it.]

You're on top of a lightpost. Of course I think you're an idiot. The hell are you even doing up there?

B

[sinistralofdeath]

[Stepping out of the grocer’s, a lady with lustrous locks looks around. The sky is the same as always, cloudless and blue. The snow had begun to melt around Mayfield, but the breeze was still too cool for Erim to comfortably go without the gray coat she had taken to wearing.]

[However, her gaze is now fixed on a short-haired redheaded young lady up on a lamp post, who looks suspiciously familiar—wait a minute.]

Tia!? Tia, is that you!?!?

[How nice it is for Erim to see one of her companions again! Though her attire matches this world’s, she is sure of it. It’s the friendly young shop keep of Elcid. It can’t be anyone else.]

oh my god its so uncanny

[geniusmage]

[Oh you've gotta be kidding...Rita groans loudly, drooping her busy hands from the bulb.]
Look, I don't remembe--Wait, Tia?

[Rita stares blankly for a moment. Just how many people are going to get in the way of this thing? Recognizing her from before is one thing, but now people are just plain mistaking her for people! People sure can get aggravating...]

Sorry, but you must have got the wrong girl. My name is Rita, not Tia or whatever.

Even their names are similar >_>

[sinistralofdeath]

[A case of mistaken identity? Or did Tia lose her memories? It certainly doesn’t sound anything like her, and on first view this Rita is a bit shorter…]

…You truly aren’t Tia? [But Rita looks so much like her. It’s at least worth a closer examination.]