1st petal.

[courageuse]

✿a) early morning: action ; 1338 Benny Road ; housemates

[When Ib opened her eyes, she expected to be back in her world, in the art gallery with her parents and Garry. Instead, she found herself in a foreign bed in what looked to be a foreign house.

...Was it a trick? She'd gone through the painting once to get to that other world, but did going back through bring her here instead of home? If that was the case, well...it was time to get to work.

She gets up and examines her room, dresses herself, brushes her hair, and goes out to the rest of the house. The first thing she notices is the family portraits. At first, she stares in disbelief at the fact that she's there and her parents are not. Even stranger, she has no idea who those other people are. Her next instinct is to turn around, walk a few steps away, and then whirl around, as if expecting something to happen. She stares it down before walking away, casting a wary glance back at it.

Maybe it was because she didn't have a rose...

Right. She doesn't have a rose. That unsettles her. And since Garry went through the painting, too, she might as well look for him while she was at it.

Housemates can either find this little girl performing her little ritual with the pictures and possible paintings around the house or looking through cabinets, opening doors of all kinds, all the while looking like she's searching for something in particular.]

✿b) afternoon: action ; annie's flowers ; everyone

[You can find Ib staring intently through the window of the flower shop, close enough to where her nose is almost touching the glass, but still far enough away to mind her manners (and the window's cleanliness).]

✿c) evening: phone ; everyone

[Well, her search around the house and around town shows her that it's more than just her here this time.

There's a tiny yawn before a small, quiet, and rather young voice speaks up.]

...Hello. My name is Ib. There are a lot of people here, but I was wondering if anyone's seen a man with purple hair that talks like a lady.

[The comment about the man doesn't sound like she's poking fun, but instead carries a sense of innocence and naivete.]

Comments

B;

[encored]

[peering right back at her through the other side of the window..... what suspiciously un-dronelike behavior! he'll point to the door questioningly before moseying in that direction to open it for her]

This shop is open, you know.

B;

[courageuse]

[She looks a bit surprised at first, and then slightly embarrassed. Through it all, though, there's definitely a hint of confusion.]

Oh...is this your shop, sir?

[encored]

[he blinks ones before waving a hand] Oh, no, not at all. I simply shop here often. I'm not certain if there's a non-drone about who might help you with your order, though. [a shrug; he doesn't really trust the drone shopkeepers to do a good job.]

If you need anything in particular, I could lend you aid in the meantime.

[courageuse]

Oh...I was worried that it might be dangerous inside.

[Well, now she knows that that's not the case.]

I'm looking for my special red rose. It wasn't with me when I woke up, so I thought it might be here.

[encored]

You can put that concern to rest. [because it's definitely boring inside the shop, but hardly dangerous. he casts a glance back to a row of roses near the register, shaking his head.]

If it's something from your own world that you're looking for, you won't find it here. The town has taken it from you.

[courageuse]

They won't do anything bad to it, right?

[Though, it's not like she always had it. Maybe...]

Is there a different special item you need to find here?

[encored]

I've never received anything from them that's damaged, so I believe you'll likely be getting it back in top condition. [not counting all of those times people had regained something precious in a stupidly unconventional way, or in pieces, or partially broken...]

Special item? [nope you totally lost him]

[courageuse]

[She seems to brighten at least a little at the news. She nods and smiles, just a bit.]

Okay. That's good.

[In answer to the question, she nods.]

That you have to keep safe. It gets hurt, and you get hurt. Like that.

[She figures all weird worlds must work the same. It was weird enough to her that there's even one, anyway.]

[encored]

[the question is met with a brief disgruntled look, but she seems new, so he assumes she's asking after things specific to wherever she came from.]

There isn't anything like that around here that I know of. Are you thinking of more items from your own world? Something similar to the rose, perhaps? If you choose to avoid the post office, anything you owned like that will be given back to you with time [and ample suffering whoops] so patience is the only thing necessary.