paradisa | 028 - Temple Bells (Backdated to the beginning of Tokyo. Sorry. Was studying for horrid math test.)

[Chell's becoming all too familiar with world changes. So when she wakes up in her soft, posh bed in the luxury hotel, she's only barely confused. She rolls out of bed, gets into her clothes, brushes her hair, throws it back into a ponytail and stares around the room. She's familiar with TVS. There's one in the game room, but what's that thing sitting beside it? That doesn't look like any DVD player she's ever seen. And those aren't a stack of DVDs next to it either. Huge, bulky squares of plastic with silvery tape inside. Are these some weird form of cassette? They'd not fit in any cassette player she knows of. But no matter. She'll fool with that later. For now she's got bigger fish to fry. Like finding out where she is. But there's a label on one of the stack of odd cassettes that catches her eye. "Tokyo: In living Color."

Tokyo?

[She mutters softly. She's read about this place. Quite a bit actually. And she's read about the various small shrines that dot the city... And with one quick thought, she knows where she's going today. But she needs to ask the residents at large a question, assuming that they're there and it's not just her in Tokyo.]

If one wanted to go see shrines to the gods people worship here, they could, yes? And if so, in what ways would it be appropriate to pay respect? I have only rudimentary knowledge of religion, and much of that is from books. So, I figured someone might know more than me, and I have read enough to know that it differs by culture, and custom. So, I wondered, are any of you from this part of the world, and would not mind filling me in?

[That done, she closes her journal, shoves a pen into her pocket, and troops out to meet the day.]