mayfield_rpg | 拥抱 // First Embrace

{A. 愛 Action: 2241 Stevens Road}
[Something isn't quite right. She knows that before she even opens her eyes. The sheets aren't hers, for one, and the bed itself doesn't feel right. She opens her eyes and immediately pushes herself up.

Not her shuttle, nor is it anywhere she recognizes.]

Wǒ zài nǎli?

[Carefully she climbs out of the bed, pushing her tangle of dark curls from her eyes. Glancing once around the bedroom, she creeps over to the door, pulling it open.]

Hello?

{B. 愛 Phone}

Nǐmén hǎo. [Inara's voice is soft and even soothing, though she herself is actually very on edge at the moment.] My name is Inara Serra, and this is quite possibly the strangest thing that's ever happened to me.

[There's a slight pause before she continues.]

That's not the point though... Actually I was hoping that there might be others here who I know. Kaylee Frye? Simon or River Tam? [Another small pause.] Malcolm Reynolds?

{C. 愛 Action: Around Town - later in the day}

[She had found clothing - nothing of her own, but it had all fit her right down to the undergarments. It was possibly the most disturbing thing she'd experienced and she'd truly experienced some disturbing things.

She had needed to get away from the house, needed to clear her mind - needed to do that without looking at all the photos she didn't remember being taken. So she has no idea what she's looking for, but she's wandering around the town, glancing into the various stores she's passing.]

((OOC: Hover over the Chinese for translations))

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[Inara blinks and stares at het for a moment.]

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand. How is it that I've come here?

I just got here myself a few weeks ago, it's pretty much a kidnapping-- how we got here, that's something people still aren't sure of.

Oh. This is all so strange.

[Inara's eyebrows knit together and she looks around and then freezes. She's just spotted a photograph hanging on the wall behind the pink haired girl - one with the girl, another child, a... man? And herself... All together in some sort of portrait. She takes a step toward it.]

What in the world is that?

[Amu turns to see what she's referring to, then realizes she means the portrait] Oh-- that, it's fake. It's supposed to be family portrait, we're supposed to believe is real.

[Inara just has no words for any of this. It's just... Way too much.]

Who would do such a thing? And for what purpose?

I don't think it's something we know for sure.

[All right, that worries her a lot.]

What is known... about this place then?

Well for one thing, we are stuck in this place-- these houses, it's like we're assigned to them to be part of a family.

[Inara seems a bit taken back by that.] Are we not allowed to live else where? No offense, I'm sure you're lovely, but I try not to make a habit of living with peope I don't know.

None taken, I mean-- I imagine moving is probably preferable if you know people from your world are here.

[a pause] I've never really thought to try that so I'm not sure if attempting to live somewhere else works. [it's not like she knows anyone here from home either...at least, not anymore]

Oh, well I'm not even sure if anyone I know is here, so it's not something I'd need to be worrying about any time soon.

[She's not sure she'd want them to be either.]

What should I expect while I'm here?

You're not? Well it is possible they could be here too.

I think I was told about events and being droned-- at least, of are the things you need to be careful here.

I'm not sure if that's something I should be hoping for.

[Her eyebrows raise a bit.] Being droned? What exactly would that entail exactly?

Kind of robot like-- from what I've heard.

[It's obvious that Inara's not keen on that at all.]|/small> And no one has figured out how they do this?

Not really. It's a part of this place-- apparently a punishment if we're not following the rules, some others say it could mean we went home.

[Inara squeezes her eyes shut, pressing her fingers against her forehead. So much information and most incredibly hard to process.] And what rules are we meant to follow exactly?