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( Slight Ar Tonelico 1 spoilers here, have a read if you like flavor. )
[Daylight broke through the curtains of the room, shining down on Aurica's face. Eventually she wakes, though with some surprise. Did I fall asleep? Oh no, the Orgel! And with a start, she began to stand up, as she was on the floor the night before. Her footing began to falter though from the softness of the bed she was in.
... Wait, a bed?
♪ BGM: Wriggling Premonition
As she looked down, Aurica could see it to be true and began to panic. The music box was nowhere to be seen, and as her eyes shot around the room trying to find it, this clearly was not where she was last night. Everything looked different, and felt entirely...foreign. This didn't sit well with her at all.]
Wh-where am I...? This isn't...
[Setting herself off the bed, her eyes fixated on a nearby table, a red headband and some black ribbons laying there along with a small picture. I don't remember having those before. They look familiar though... She noticed the long middle of her hair braided already, and also noticed her sleeping attire had entirely replaced her normal outfit. Her attention shifted over to the portrait, focusing on the people in it.]
That...is that me? [Two adults and two girls, her being one of the latter. The other one is pink-haired and looks pretty, but bears no resemblance. Actually, neither do the two adults: A guy with deep brown sepia hair and a woman with white-ish blonde hair. All four look like completely different people. A shiver ran down her spine. I don't know those people. What's going on?]
[A.) Action / 458 Stone Street / Locked To Housemates: You might find a confused 17-year-old around in your house now, dressed in 1950s pajamawear. Her shoulderblade-length light-to-dark brown hair is mostly undone aside from a very long (down to her legs) braid of hair on the back of her head, and she looks very cautious as she slowly moves around the house.]
[B.) Phone / Unfiltered & Open / Anyone Can Respond At Any Point: Having learned about how to use theRing Ringer telephone, Aurica decides on her family's suggestion to give it a shot and see if anyone she knows will respond to her.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
... [A feeling of uncertainty creeps in. What if no one from my world is here, after all?]
Lyner, can you hear me? Claire, Radolf? Krusche? Jack? ..Misha? Lady Shurelia?
... [No one's responding. No one's here. I don't want to be here...]
Lyner? It's Aurica, can you hear me?
... [It's hopeless. I feel like crying.]
... Anyone?
[C.) Action / Outside 458 Stone Street: Being that this is a new place that she has no idea about, you can find a light-to-dark-brown-haired 17-ish-year-old walking around in a typical girl's 1950s getup (handwaving the details for now, derp). She's wearing a red hairband with both sides of her hair done in makeshift black ribbons tying them up, and an especially long braid of hair all the way down to her shins. A reference can be seen here.
Feel free to interact with her however you please, her curiosity needs to be sated. She doesn't really seem all that happy to be here though...]
[Daylight broke through the curtains of the room, shining down on Aurica's face. Eventually she wakes, though with some surprise. Did I fall asleep? Oh no, the Orgel! And with a start, she began to stand up, as she was on the floor the night before. Her footing began to falter though from the softness of the bed she was in.
... Wait, a bed?
♪ BGM: Wriggling Premonition
As she looked down, Aurica could see it to be true and began to panic. The music box was nowhere to be seen, and as her eyes shot around the room trying to find it, this clearly was not where she was last night. Everything looked different, and felt entirely...foreign. This didn't sit well with her at all.]
Wh-where am I...? This isn't...
[Setting herself off the bed, her eyes fixated on a nearby table, a red headband and some black ribbons laying there along with a small picture. I don't remember having those before. They look familiar though... She noticed the long middle of her hair braided already, and also noticed her sleeping attire had entirely replaced her normal outfit. Her attention shifted over to the portrait, focusing on the people in it.]
That...is that me? [Two adults and two girls, her being one of the latter. The other one is pink-haired and looks pretty, but bears no resemblance. Actually, neither do the two adults: A guy with deep brown sepia hair and a woman with white-ish blonde hair. All four look like completely different people. A shiver ran down her spine. I don't know those people. What's going on?]
[A.) Action / 458 Stone Street / Locked To Housemates: You might find a confused 17-year-old around in your house now, dressed in 1950s pajamawear. Her shoulderblade-length light-to-dark brown hair is mostly undone aside from a very long (down to her legs) braid of hair on the back of her head, and she looks very cautious as she slowly moves around the house.]
[B.) Phone / Unfiltered & Open / Anyone Can Respond At Any Point: Having learned about how to use the
Hello? Is anyone there?
... [A feeling of uncertainty creeps in. What if no one from my world is here, after all?]
Lyner, can you hear me? Claire, Radolf? Krusche? Jack? ..Misha? Lady Shurelia?
... [No one's responding. No one's here. I don't want to be here...]
Lyner? It's Aurica, can you hear me?
... [It's hopeless. I feel like crying.]
... Anyone?
[C.) Action / Outside 458 Stone Street: Being that this is a new place that she has no idea about, you can find a light-to-dark-brown-haired 17-ish-year-old walking around in a typical girl's 1950s getup (handwaving the details for now, derp). She's wearing a red hairband with both sides of her hair done in makeshift black ribbons tying them up, and an especially long braid of hair all the way down to her shins. A reference can be seen here.
Feel free to interact with her however you please, her curiosity needs to be sated. She doesn't really seem all that happy to be here though...]
