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[ Action-- 461 Stone Street ]
[ Today has been a very, very odd day. After yet another peaceful day of school and inn-work back in Inaba, life had taken a turn for the saccharine with her new awakening in some very vintage flannel pyjamas down on Stone Street. The initial squawks of surprise and reaching for her fan occur, but to no avail- there's only a bouffant hairdo popping around the corner to remind her that she's late to school, dear. She should get moving if she doesn't want to be late to school!
With the space where her war fan is continuing to stay stubbornly empty, there's no option but the diplomatic one. It's in the kitchen that most of this goes down, Yukiko having quickly changed into the only thing she could find- a simple, blessedly red blouse and cream skirt, her Mary Jane shoes clicking across the linoleum. This mother is being...very stubborn. ]
Yes, I-I understand that, but...this really isn't my home. I'm not really sure what's happening, and I need to--
[ Cut off. Yukiko's distress grows more and more visible as she's assured, pleasantly and serenely, that she must have had an awful nightmare. Doesn't she know, dear?
Mayfield is her home. It always has been. Yukiko opens her mouth to speak, shuts it again, swallows and nods. ]
...may I use the phone before I leave, please?
[ Phone -Morning ]
Hello? I'm sorry, I can't talk long-- this is Yukiko Amagi. I don't know if this will reach anyone in Inaba, but...can someone please send help?
[ She lowers her voice, the tone betraying panic welling below the strained surface. ]
I think I've been kidnapped.
[ Today has been a very, very odd day. After yet another peaceful day of school and inn-work back in Inaba, life had taken a turn for the saccharine with her new awakening in some very vintage flannel pyjamas down on Stone Street. The initial squawks of surprise and reaching for her fan occur, but to no avail- there's only a bouffant hairdo popping around the corner to remind her that she's late to school, dear. She should get moving if she doesn't want to be late to school!
With the space where her war fan is continuing to stay stubbornly empty, there's no option but the diplomatic one. It's in the kitchen that most of this goes down, Yukiko having quickly changed into the only thing she could find- a simple, blessedly red blouse and cream skirt, her Mary Jane shoes clicking across the linoleum. This mother is being...very stubborn. ]
Yes, I-I understand that, but...this really isn't my home. I'm not really sure what's happening, and I need to--
[ Cut off. Yukiko's distress grows more and more visible as she's assured, pleasantly and serenely, that she must have had an awful nightmare. Doesn't she know, dear?
Mayfield is her home. It always has been. Yukiko opens her mouth to speak, shuts it again, swallows and nods. ]
...may I use the phone before I leave, please?
[ Phone -Morning ]
Hello? I'm sorry, I can't talk long-- this is Yukiko Amagi. I don't know if this will reach anyone in Inaba, but...can someone please send help?
[ She lowers her voice, the tone betraying panic welling below the strained surface. ]
I think I've been kidnapped.