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?

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[reflames]

The street layouts change week to week. I'd estimate it'd take you over an hour to find my house.

Just...sit tight.

[pseudohistory]

Week to week... Oh my..! Mokou, dear, you don't mean to imply...!

[ Has Mokou been here longer than a week? ]

Oh... yes, I will. Do be careful.

[reflames]

[The line is abruptly cut off, as she heads out.

About five or so minutes later, there's gonna be a knock on the front door. Normally courtesies like that weren't her forte, but this situation, she thought, merited more time to think.]

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Mokou!

[ Keine opens the door a few seconds later. The drone children have been bothering her for food and she sends them out into the yard to play when opening the door. ]

My apologies, they're just so full of energy. [ It's strange for Mokou to knock... ] Care to come in? I've figured out how to make tea.

[reflames]

I...guess. [She shifts awkwardly, absentmindedly tugging on one of her hairbows--because oh, yeah, she she's got all of her regular clothes right now.]

But keep in mind...there's a lot of shit to know about this place. I don't think tea can calm everything.

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You needn't worry, Mokou. I've spoken on the phone with a few others... I understand vaguely what is up.

[ She bows politely while opening the door wider and letting Mokou in. ] Regardless, it must have been a while since we've have tea. It is good to see you well.

[reflames]

[She folds her arms, taking a few steps inside.] A month or so.

Did someone tell you how time works? What droning is?

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Yes, I regret to need to learn of such things. It seems as though many of you have been here for a while?

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[A tiny sigh.] Nine months for me. Three years for one of the others. This place is so irritating.

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Nine months-- Mokou?!

[ Have a hug, Mokou. Who needs personal space? You don't. ]

Mokou, dear..! That's a very long time!

[reflames]

[She squirms a bit, but otherwise doesn't try to pull out of the hug.]

Well, to you maybe... [Which is an exaggeration. Though her sense of time isn't the best (thanks 1300-year existence) and never was, the timeflow of the town itself felt oddly normal. Mortal. And nine months was a helluva long time for anyone mortal.]

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It's long for you too, Mokou! You should be more upset with me for being away so long!

[ She gives the hug one last squeeze before letting Mokou go. ]

You have a lot to tell me about, then.

[reflames]

[Blink-blink. Well, she'd be lying if she said she didn't miss the other girl, but at the same time, she'd started to grow used to the idea that she'd eventually outlive her--both here, in this town, where she kept getting yanked away, and back home, too.]

What do you want to know?

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What kind of friends have you been making here, Mokou?

[ Priorities are straight. ]

[reflames]

I'm not a friend-maker. You know that.

[pseudohistory]

No way, no way. You might not consider yourself a friend-maker, but you're impossible not to like, Mo~kou.

[reflames]

[...!!!]

W-wha....

[pseudohistory]

I'm sure many people have persistently wanted to be your friend. Am~ I~ right~?

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...you're insane. [orz.jpg]