[ Dia thinks, for a very long moment, that she must be dreaming. Which isn't a surprise -- she's a lifelong Uchiura resident. It would be stranger for her not to dream of the beach now and then. It's only when she abruptly realizes just how cold she is that reality looms. She chokes, splutters and generally makes a huge show of herself as she scrambles to her feet.
This isn't Uchiura. She's not sure if it's even Shizuoka.
A chill, nothing to do with her dip in the ocean, rattles down her spine. She's here in a strange place all alone, no memory of how she ended up here -- if it wasn't for the saltwater burn stinging her into alertness then she might have talked herself back into thinking this was a nightmare.
Shuddering and hugging herself, Dia starts trudging towards the lights glittering in the distance. Maybe this is far more innocent than it seems. Maybe this is Uchiura and the darkness is making this more sinister than it really is. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Hasn't there?
She squints and a shape seems to loom out of the darkness at her. Her tongue sticks and she doesn't know if she should say anything -- how can she tell if they're friend or foe? -- but she swallows her fear and finally calls out. ]
Excuse me-- excuse me! Would you be able to tell me where this is?
2.
[ Well then. W--well then.
She's only been here a day or two -- a grandmotherly old woman had offered her a room for a week in return for some help around the house and having a place to stay and dry clothes on her back has... helped. Just a touch. It's enough that she hasn't fled for the hills without looking back, at least.
She's doing a run to the market for her host when she's accosted with flyers and ends up spluttering in confusion and protest. She only gets to glance over the titles to a few before she's spluttering again and calling after a few of the now-retreating pamphlet-carriers with a cracking voice. ]
No-- no, get back here! What's the meaning of this?! If this is supposed to be a joke then it's nothing short of distasteful! "Alternatives to human--" Do you think this is funny?! DO YOU?!
[ She's uh, making a bit of a scene, continuing in that sort of vein at top volume. Someone should probably tell her to find a fraction of chill. ]
Dia Kurosawa | Love Live! Sunshine!!
This isn't Uchiura. She's not sure if it's even Shizuoka.
A chill, nothing to do with her dip in the ocean, rattles down her spine. She's here in a strange place all alone, no memory of how she ended up here -- if it wasn't for the saltwater burn stinging her into alertness then she might have talked herself back into thinking this was a nightmare.
Shuddering and hugging herself, Dia starts trudging towards the lights glittering in the distance. Maybe this is far more innocent than it seems. Maybe this is Uchiura and the darkness is making this more sinister than it really is. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Hasn't there?
She squints and a shape seems to loom out of the darkness at her. Her tongue sticks and she doesn't know if she should say anything -- how can she tell if they're friend or foe? -- but she swallows her fear and finally calls out. ]
Excuse me-- excuse me! Would you be able to tell me where this is?
2.
She's only been here a day or two -- a grandmotherly old woman had offered her a room for a week in return for some help around the house and having a place to stay and dry clothes on her back has... helped. Just a touch. It's enough that she hasn't fled for the hills without looking back, at least.
She's doing a run to the market for her host when she's accosted with flyers and ends up spluttering in confusion and protest. She only gets to glance over the titles to a few before she's spluttering again and calling after a few of the now-retreating pamphlet-carriers with a cracking voice. ]
No-- no, get back here! What's the meaning of this?! If this is supposed to be a joke then it's nothing short of distasteful! "Alternatives to human--" Do you think this is funny?! DO YOU?!
[ She's uh, making a bit of a scene, continuing in that sort of vein at top volume. Someone should probably tell her to find a fraction of chill. ]
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