01 ❥ calmly panics

[pseudohistory]

( action ❥838 Hastings Boulevard )

[ Let's be frank; Keine doesn't often wake-up with strange men in her bed. The moment she woke Keine immediately slipped away and walked a nervous loop around the room as she searched for a way out. All things considered, Keine was surprisingly calm as explored the house with a hand to the wall... Hoping the usual maze tactic would help her find the exit from this bizarre labyrinth. Upon finding the exit and opening the door, however, Keine's confusion reaches a peak. This isn't her village... Is this even Gensokyo? ] 

( phone ❥ afternoon )
[ Deciding how to work the phone was not too difficult. Her drone children were happy to tease her and help her with it. Keine kindly shoos them away, seeing no reason to be harsh on two children who cannot even correctly identify their own mother, and holds the phone to her ear. ]

Good day, to anyone who may be listening. My name is Kamishirasawa Keine and I'm afraid that I seem to have become horribly lost. My most sincere apologies, but might any of the locals here explain to me where I might be?

[ A pause, before she adds in a hopeful tone. ] Mokou, dear, if you might be there or listening somehow then please don't fret. I'll be home shortly, I assure you. Might you pass an apology on to the school for me? I worry I am going to be late. [ ... Well, it was worth a try. ] Anyway... Any and all help would be greatly appreciate, if you could, please?

Comments

[pseudohistory]

Oh... oh my...

I see. That certainly explains why these children think of me as being their mother... Then, how long has it been? Since you arrived, I mean.

[lil_tanuki]

It's been about a month, maybe a little more. Also there's some bad news about this place as well. The town sometimes makes an attempt to make it miserable for us, and often as extreme as death happens. A while ago, I heard the revival machine was destroyed and rebuilt, so death isn't permanent but certainly not pleasant.

[Hayate thinks for a few seconds and adds...] Oh and you'll probably get a call from someone in town asking why you haven't been at work if you're supposed to be the mother in a family, if you're not a homemaker like a lot of us are. Miss too many of those work days and you get droned, turned into one of those cheerful people with Stepford Smiles that think this place is bright and cheerful and the best place ever.

[pseudohistory]

O-oh my, I see... this all sounds to be rather troublesome, then... So those children are likely drones...?

[lil_tanuki]

Yeah. I've noticed if people aren't, then there's a good chance they'll introduce themselves and not be smiling like that all the time. They're not dangerous, I think, but finding other people who aren't drones does help to cope with the situation.

Though... this is just me, they're people in their own way. Try to at least be a good mother. I can give you tips on that since I raised my own kids.

[pseudohistory]

Oh, you needn't worry about such a thing. As long as they call me a mother that is what I shall be to them.

Though, many aspects of this house are fascinating and strange. I do hope I'll be able to provide for them in this strange environment. Is there a morning market here?

[lil_tanuki]

There's a grocery store here, and the baker makes fresh bread and everything else. There's fresh meat at the butchers and there's other assorted small town things.

[Remembers something.] Oh and don't drink the milk the milkman delivers. Horrible things are in it or can be done to you if you drink it. The store bought stuff is okay.

[pseudohistory]

Oh, thank you. [ Keine can be heard going through some cookbooks in her kitchen, the phone balanced on her shoulder. ] Yes, then I will have no trouble with supper fit for growing children--

... Milk? Really?

[lil_tanuki]

Yeah, the milkman is heavily into the horror genre. You could wind up drinking poison, spiders, find body parts in it, etcetra.

[pseudohistory]

Wh-why...?

[lil_tanuki]

Just to make us suffer or gross us all out. Either way, I pitch out the milk every day.

[pseudohistory]

I will be certain to do the same. Thank you for this warning...

[lil_tanuki]

Of course, glad to be of help.

Oh also, I'm a seamstress so if your provided clothing isn't to your liking I can make anything. I'm really good at making entire outfits.

[pseudohistory]

O-oh my... I'd feel guilty to bother you... surely I can make do with what I have. The clothing here does not seem too peculiar.

[lil_tanuki]

Yeah, but sometimes it's nice to get something made. Tailors are in high demand for people who dislike the styles. Just letting you know, my schedules wide open.

[pseudohistory]

Oh my... I'd be quite interested then, if it would be okay...

[lil_tanuki]

Of course, I'd be happy to help then! There's nothing I like more than making clothing in my spare time.

[pseudohistory]

Should I attempt to sketch the clothing I wear from home..? Something a bit more... flexible would be plenty.

[lil_tanuki]

A sketch would be a nice guideline, and if we get together you can guide me on the look while I make the clothing.

[pseudohistory]

That would be wonderful. I worry I'm not fit to look after anyone in these stiff clothes.

[lil_tanuki]

They really are hard to move in. 50's fashions are kind of rough to be honest.