[Estelle has been poking through the guide curiously; if there is one thing that can be said for her, it is that she is a voracious reader.]
So...these pink doors allow us to travel to different places...?
[There is a pause on her end for a moment. She is, in all actuality, reaching out curiously to touch the door. It opens, and she falls through.
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[WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER YOUR NAME ANYMORE AKDLFJSA;]
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Oh, it's--
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What kind of a friend is she?
Just have this expression, Rita. She's more or less distraught at this revelation.]
Oh..!
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Have this face and some mouthing of words.]
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I can't hear you, I'm sorry.
[...But why can't she remember her name?]
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-- where are you?
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I think I am in Diadora. It matches the description in the guide...
Oh, but it is so good to see you!
[She's so glad you're here, Rita.]
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No, forget the guide. Can you tell me your exact location? Any landmarks? I'm coming to find you.
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Um...It looks like a store of some sort? There are a lot of very tall buildings. I wonder how they built them to be so tall...?
[She's kind of...being distracted by the architecture, sorry.]
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Look, you-- we can admire the buildings later. Focus.
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[Oh, Rita. It's okay. She smiles brightly.]
It looks like a road, but it's black. There's a sign...'Carrera Road'?
[/makes stuff up forever]
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