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[misconstrues]

S-such a bright light, could I possibly be.. in a castle? A castle..

[ Oh, there is some mild spazzing. She knew the bright light meant doom! ]

Eh?! No, no, no! There aren't any castles like this in Tokyo, Mayaya-san would have known and, by default, I would also! Am I dreaming again? I don't remember falling asleep, but there isn't another explanation for being displaced so suddenly!

Ah, my heart is beating so quickly.. [ Sob. Sob. Sooob. Oh, wait. ]

A book? There's writing..

[ Another surprised shout, as the journal is flung across the room against a wall and Tsukimi herself dives rather unceremoniously over the couch in the lobby to put distance between her and it. Eventually, she peers over the back of the couch and squints at the area she believes the book to be. ]

W-w-what is this..

[ ooc Shenanigans in the lobby, should anyone be lurking about. Or over the journal. ]

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[beforeandafter]

[There is a young gentleman, dressed like a young lady, watching the girl having a small fit in front of him in the lobby. When she seems to have settled down somewhat, he approaches her couch hiding place, head tilted.]

Tossing your journal away doesn't get you any closer to Tokyo--believe me.

[misconstrues]

But it isn't..

[ The voice is what surprises her most but his identity is confirmed when she straightens up and turns. She has never been so happy to see him before but his attire throws her for a loop; shouldn't he be wearing the dress they created?

Her surprised expression turns relieved rather quickly, however. ]

Kuranosuke-san! We should hurry back, shouldn't we? E-even if I would rather not have to be in front of so many people..

[beforeandafter]

What's that? Have we met before?

[The question is an innocent one, and Kuranosuke isn't aware at all of the gravity behind his words. Still, he can't help but feel sorry for this girl; he was in a similar situation (although much less panicked about it) not too long ago at all.]

[misconstrues]

[ The look on her face can be likened to that of someone who has just lost something, or in this case someone, very important. After several false starts, she takes a step back and begins to laugh nervously. It's clearly forced, she's never been the type who could hide what she felt. ]

What are you talking about? Is this a joke?

sorry this took me so long agh

[beforeandafter]

No... why would I joke about not knowing you?

[He tilts his head to the side, sizing her up; his next words are an attempt to make her feel better, since she seems peculiarly troubled that he doesn't know who she is.]

I'd remember a cutie like you!

shush, you! i'd wait forever for your tags! [ cue dramatic ~*romantic*~ music ]

[misconstrues]

.. but! W-we were at the fashion show.. just now. Y-you were helping us..

[ Her voice trails off until the last word is nearly unheard. Oh, she is not one of your cute girls! In fact, the compliment seems like it went sailing right over her head. Why does this hurt so much? She stares up at him until she feels her vision begin to blur more, but it isn't because she's without her glasses.

Was she really so easily forgotten? To hide her misty eyes, she bows her head and begins to apologize amidst some forced laughter but it's hard to get the words out when her voice keeps threatening to crack. This was him, she wasn't mistaken! So, why.. ? ]

I must have been mistaken..

[beforeandafter]

The fashion show?

[He perks up at that.]

Listen, I was on my way to a fashion show just before I found myself here! Is that the same thing that happened to you?

[Whatever is going on here, it's incredibly confusing and strange, but he's going to get to the bottom of it if he can help it!]

Dictated

[cyan_maid]

A-Are you okay??

[This person definitely HAS to be new. It's always the new people who freak out the most, and who need help the most!]

( dictated forever )

[misconstrues]

I-i-it's talking to me..

[ Her voice is distant, but she's close enough now that she can be heard. ]

A demon? I don't have any talismans!

[cyan_maid]

A demon - Oh goodness, no! I'm a girl, just like you! I'm just talking to you through the journal!

[Wow that doesn't sound weird at all, does it.]

[misconstrues]

That's true, a demon surely wouldn't do something as silly as talk to me so pleasantly through a book..

[ Weird is her language. Still a little hesitant, she walks over and fumbles around for the book before snatching it up. At times, her voice is muffled as she turns it over in her hands a few times. ]

Is this a new kind of phone? It's old-fashioned.

[cyan_maid]

It's not a phone at all. It is just a very strange journal.

You must be new here! My name is Jane. What's yours?

[misconstrues]

Kurashita! .. Ah, but Tsukimi is my given name.

[ Jane probably wasn't going for a surname, right? Right. There's a lingering pause, then: ]

Do you know where "here" is, Jane-san? Are we still in Tokyo? [ She's got a hunch, but there's nothing wrong with hoping. With what she says next, she doesn't sound excited. Truth be told, a secluded castle is somewhere she would much rather be. Just the thought of having to go on stage in front of a slew of strangers is enough to make her stomach hurt. ] If I don't get back to the fashion show..

dictated;

[heloise]

I have heard of Tokyo.

[ Never mind the panicking newbie, the city interests her more. ]

( dictated forever ღ )

[misconstrues]

[ At least she has priorities! Due to talking to Jane, she doesn't try to throw the book away this time -- enough though she's still weirded out by it. She already knows the answer to this, at least deep down, so she doesn't sound particularly confident.

Is that.. a foreign accent? She's straining a bit to try and place it. ]

You wouldn't happen to know how to get back to Tokyo, would you?

foreveeeeeeeeer

[heloise]

[ How does Lucrezia sound? Possibly European, not quite Italian. ]

I should like to visit if I could.

[misconstrues]

I don't know if that's possible right now..

[ There's a sharp noise as Tsukimi, having just figured it out, balls up a fist and bumps it against her palm. Eureka! ]

European?

[heloise]

[ No, it probably isn't, but when has that ever stopped her from dreaming? ]

Italian.

I am afraid you will have to make do with a castle instead of that tower of steel for the while.

[misconstrues]

What is Italy like?

[ Castles? Most pathetic noise ever. Could it get any worse? Yes, yes it could. ]

Ah, I thought that you were going to say that.. [ Suddenly, the sound of a pencil to paper! When things are looking blue, clearly drawing jellyfish is the answer. Lucrezia, enjoy the view as she sketches something onto the journal page. As their conversation continues, the sketch will become more and more detailed. Yeeeah, she still hasn't picked up on the fact that other people can see it. ]

Dictated forever

[whichwayyoulean]

A dream? Nope. If it's anything, it's more of a nightmare.

( aaaand ever! )

[misconstrues]

Eh?! N-nightmare?

[ A sigh. ] Then it's a good thing that I can't find my glasses..

[whichwayyoulean]

Welllll, you'll probably be here for a while, so you'll need them eventually.

[misconstrues]

But.. they aren't here w-with me!

[whichwayyoulean]

[Pause]

Well, it could your loss, I guess.

[misconstrues]

[ Dot, dot, dooooot. ]

Why would someone take my glasses? No one has vision as bad as mine, I'm certain of that! Maybe, if I'm careful, I won't bump into anything..