01 ღ doubt nothing

[bloodypacifism]

I - [Peepers Street]

[Imagine waking up in a house full of drones. Imagine it. No other kidnapees to tell you where you are, or why, or anything of the sort. Just a woman who claims to be your mother, when you know you haven't seen your mother in several years; a man that claims to be your father and who greets you warmly with a head-ruffle--when you know your father couldn't care less about your very existence; a boy and a girl who claim to be your siblings...when, undeniably, you have never seen their faces before.

Before she can even spit out the essential question, she's asked what she's doing down this late and not dressed for school. School, she wonders? She went to school in disguise, at Ashford, but...

Is this Area 11? she asks. Area 11? replies the father. Euphemia, were you out partying last night? Be careful around those new kids. They're nothing but trouble.

Then...where are we?

Why, it's our lovely Mayfield, dear. ...do you want some toast or orange juice?

Without another word, Euphie bolts out the front door, still clad in her pajamas. What was going on? Where was 'Mayfield'? What happened to Lelouch? Suzaku? The SAZ? She remembered talking to him, then everything went fuzzy...there was blood, blood on her own hands, a lot of shooting...and then she closed her eyes. And here she was.]

Hello? Hello?! [She becomes desperate. Frantic. Almost to the point of having a panic attack. She calls out to anyone on the street, anyone at all. She runs up and down the snow-coated block in her slippers, occasionally stumbling but never actually falling.] Hello? Someone help me, please!

II - [phone, afternoon]
Um...hello, everyone. [Once everything was explained, including the phone system, she tentatively picks it up.] My...my name is Euphemia.

I...was wondering. If there's anyone here from a place called "Britannia" or "Area 11"...

III - [Mayfield High - next day]
[HI EVERYONE, there's a girl with ridicu-long pink hair fumbling with her locker. She tries once, twice, to open it, to no avail. She ends up dropping her books on the floor, only to get laughed at by a squadron of girl drones. Loser. Nerd. Clutz. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't bother Euphie in the least. She'd just tell them off and walk away. But the shock of being in a new environment, learning she was alive...let's just say it's making her shaky. Halp?]

((OOC: this is all backdated to Thursday, FYI))

Comments

[bloodypacifism]

Alright, I'll...try. [And she'll be sitting out on her porch, bundled up in whatever winter clothes her dronemom said were hers.]

[bridezilla]

[ Around half an hour later, a shuttle begins to hover over Euphie and her lawn. The shuttle begins to descend onto the lawn since Nena likes to park there and ruin all of the grass!! Take that, environment!!! The shuttle remains on the lawn.

Yep. Totally normal, right? ]

[bloodypacifism]

[Euphie gets to her feet, leaning on the porch rail. To her credit, she's seen Knightmares in action before. Tech like that wasn't something that would surprise her.

But in a setting like this? More than a bit shocking.]

Nena? Is that...you?

[bridezilla]

[ The shuttle begins to open from its side, and, within moments, Euphie has her answer. Nena comes careening out of the shuttle with her arms wide open for a Very Big Sisterly Hug. ]

Euphie! I thought I'd never ever see you again!

[bloodypacifism]

[Nena used HUG! It's super-effective! Well, kind of. Euphie's a little stiff in response, but by no means is she rejecting it.]

Ah, well, here I am... [A little sheepish laugh.] I'm sorry I don't remember anything.

[bridezilla]

It's okay! Is there anything you need help remembering because I can help you remember it! [ Nena continues to latch herself to Euphemia. A hug any harder might combine the two on the molecular level. ]