[How... Entirely bizarre. D-ne for a moment, in her disorientation, fears she made a wish without realizing, but that thought lasts but a few seconds, overturned by a few others after she dismisses it as silly. Where's the paw? The ribbon, she certainly had it in her hair last she remembers. Hadn't she just left in those cute shoes?
D-ne has to figure out what's going on here. This wasn't part of her instructions from Kokkuri-san.
The booklet clutched in her hands - what was that, like she's a part to be played - D-ne first walks up and down the dressing room corridor, to see who else's names are written on these doors. ...To see if, maybe, a certain name, despite not being in the booklet... With every door she reaches, she looks more and more disappointed, like a pouting kitten or a kicked puppy.
In her efforts to explore thoroughly, it's only natural that D-ne comes across the rules. She reads them over once, and then a second time. At this, her jaw tightens. Awful.] Another stringent set of rules. Isn't one enough...?
[She keeps her composure, and clicks her tongue.]
I don't recall any rumors about such a theater, though. [A little taut smile. As if this was just a bout of inconvenience.
It's another troubling facet of the day. She'll continue her examinations, exploring the west wing as much as she can and lingering around the storage closet in particular, the toolkits catching her eye.]
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D-ne has to figure out what's going on here. This wasn't part of her instructions from Kokkuri-san.
The booklet clutched in her hands - what was that, like she's a part to be played - D-ne first walks up and down the dressing room corridor, to see who else's names are written on these doors. ...To see if, maybe, a certain name, despite not being in the booklet... With every door she reaches, she looks more and more disappointed, like a pouting kitten or a kicked puppy.
In her efforts to explore thoroughly, it's only natural that D-ne comes across the rules. She reads them over once, and then a second time. At this, her jaw tightens. Awful.] Another stringent set of rules. Isn't one enough...?
[She keeps her composure, and clicks her tongue.]
I don't recall any rumors about such a theater, though. [A little taut smile. As if this was just a bout of inconvenience.
It's another troubling facet of the day. She'll continue her examinations, exploring the west wing as much as she can and lingering around the storage closet in particular, the toolkits catching her eye.]