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[blurryworld]

[this may be a familiar sight to those on the train that haven't lost their memories-- Rose is hanging around in the train station going from phone booth the phone booth, trying in vain to telephone her family back home]

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[loverofthefrogs]

::Notices the girl that she's sharing a room with going about from phone to phone and decides to approach her about it::

Trying to call home, are you?

[blurryworld]

Oh, hello!

[she waves]

I'm trying to call Dad.

[loverofthefrogs]

Oh, your dad.

I tried phoning mine...then I remembered he didn't have one to begin with.

[blurryworld]

What about your mum?

[loverofthefrogs]

She's around.

I assume you haven't had much luck calling home?

[[ I kept forgetting to put this, but welcome back, Hannah! :D ]]

[blurryworld]

No, I haven't.

[ooc: afdjk thank you ;;]

[loverofthefrogs]

Sorry to hear that.

You're rather young. It's odd that they'd bring you to that train alone.

[blurryworld]

I'm eight.

[... wasn't she? she knew she was eight, but she had seen herself in the mirror, and she'd looked older-- with older features, and definitely a few inches taller]

[due to the memory loss, she didn't know that she'd been on the train long enough that she was actually ten]

[loverofthefrogs]

Yes, you're quite young.

Hey, I was about to go buy this fintastic restaurant I found yesterday to get some lunch. Would you like to come with?

[blurryworld]

Do I need money?

[loverofthefrogs]

It'll be my treat.

We are roommates after all.

[blurryworld]

[gringrin]

Thank you!

[loverofthefrogs]

It's nothing, really.

Your name is Rose, right? I just want to be sure.

[blurryworld]

Permanent Rose. That's right.

[loverofthefrogs]

Permanent?

Huh.

[blurryworld]

[she nods seriously]

Dad was horrified when he found out.