[Was this heaven?

It had to be heaven. All around her was warmth and softness and silence. The panicked voices of her friends and family had all faded away. If Welkin were still here, he wouldn't be quiet. He'd be telling her stories, talking about all the problems in the Edelweiss that needed fixing, going on and on about this fascinating new species of moth...

But it was quiet.

Or at least it was until a shrieking ring pierced the peace. Isara sat bolt upright with a gasp, and what she saw around her made her shriek. This wasn't the clinic. This wasn't her room. These weren't her clothes and nowhere in the base or any Gallian camp would look this...this pink!

Isara's new family will probably be alerted to her presence by a great deal of crashing, banging around, and shouting coming from the girl's room, until Isara finally comes tearing out of her room, looking about her in every direction, tense as a whipcord to attack despite the fact that she's dressed in a blue flannel nightgown with a panda bear on it She calls out in a voice that echoes in the little house.] What's going on? Where am I? Who are you and why have you captured me?!

[As she takes the corner into the living room, however, Isara collides with the table where a telephone happens to be sitting, knocking it off the receiver so that it bounces off the floor. At that point, all and sundry will be able to listen in on what, by now, is probably a very familiar scene of someone panicking, saying that what's going on can't be true, trying to wake themselves up, and the like. But the end table slows her down, at least. As Isara stumbles, wincing in pain, she's forced to slow down and take in her new surroundings.

Every detail is more horrifying than the last. That looks like her in some of those photos on the mantlepiece. Snatching one off for a closer look is enough to prove to Isara that it is her, or some kind of twisted twin. But that tall, lanky woman with the short red hair, or that boy who's always scowling or making faces...she doesn't know them! What the hell is she doing with them? She...she looks like she loves them! Like they're her family!

Glass shatters as Isara hurls a photo of her playing volleyball at the wall.] What the hell is going on here? Show yourselves! My name is Corporal Isara Gunther of the Gallian militia, serial number 66409, and I demand answers!

((ooc: And here she is! I bring you all Isara Gunther of Valkyria Chronicles. To the residents of 845, I do apologize for the mess. Isara here is just from the point of her death on Marberry Shore, and so is a bit confused and disoriented to start with, and family is a sadly hot button issue with her. Apologies as always for the TL;DR

And I am conscious! Tag at me!))

1. [School]

[Just another day at school for Ako, and she's working on a project. It seems like nonsense but she's working on home ec stuff at the moment. You'd think a kid of her age wouldn't know much about it, but she's sewing stuff right now, working with thread and needle.]


2. [Anywhere]

[Ako's out for a walk, humming to herself as she wanders around town. She wants to get a feel for the area in her civilian form, instead of hiding out as Muse. Dodory is hiding in her jacket as well.]

[Backdated to the 16th]

( Intro )

[Action :: Locked to 727 Anderson Lane]

[Having assessed the situation as hostile, have Tyve coming at you using a broom she's managed to find much like a sword. Whether you're ready or not.]

[Action :: Mayfield High :: All]

[You're approached by a new person. Who isn't these days with all these comings and goings in Mayfield? In any event, she looks sort of confused as she clutches a paper and fidgets in her dress like she's not used to wearing the thing.]

Excuse me, can you take me to this room? [She points to her clutched paper which is something that appears to be a schedule. It might be a class. It might be lunch. The long and short of it is Tyve is completely and utterly lost.]

A. » Action 「947 Beulah Street ☼ Morning」

[Something was not right. This wasn't Inaba. This wasn't her room. This wasn't her bed, or her dresser, and OH GOD THESE WEREN'T HER CLOTHES. No, there was nothing right about this at all. Poodle skirts and bobby socks are not ok and didn't this...

This happened before. Was she really back?

Slowly, hesitantly she walked out of the bedroom. One look at the "family picture" hanging on the wall was all she needed to see. This was Mayfield. She was in Mayfield again and --

OH MY GOD IS THAT YOSUKE-SENPAI? IS HE... ISHEHERNOT!DAD??? And... Teddie, too?

Only one way to find out. Down the stairs she goes. Hello new housemates! Come meet your new rather distressed looking not!sister/daughter.]

B. » Action 「Around Town」

[Last time she was here it was summer. It doesn't feel like she's been gone for as long as she has, but the snow says otherwise. Having recently acquired clothing more suited to her tastes (pants, a long coat, things that did not make her look like a girl) she decided to take a look around in hopes of running into a familiar face. Stop her?]