One ☽ Action in Downtown Mayfield, then at 948 Beulah Street.
[1: Around noon, downtown.]
[After waking up in a bed that was distinctly not her own, Maya had spent the better part of the morning exploring the house she had found herself in, searching for any possible clues as to how or why she had wound up somewhere other than her own apartment in Sumaru City. Other than evidence that there were clearly other people living in the house -- though where they were at present, Maya was unsure -- she found little to sate her curiosity, and her desire for answers drove her to dress in the unfamiliar clothes she had discovered in the closet and venturing beyond the front porch.
She had taken to wandering without direction, taking note of how impossibly perfect each lawn and flowerbed was as she passed. She had a brief encounter with a young man out for a walk with his dog, but when she introduced herself and asked him where they were, he only smiled and nodded, offering her a rote response about Mayfield being the most wonderful town in the States and continued on his way. Confused by his odd behavior, she made her way downtown, where she now stood in front of the record store, admiring the posters and record covers that had been posted in the front window.]
[2: Early evening, home.]
[Her explorations over for the time being, Maya made her way up the front walk and let herself in, shutting the front door behind her. So, this was home for now, was it? She sighed and walked towards the kitchen. Hopefully whoever or whatever had seen fit to bring her here had been thoughtful enough to stock the fridge.]
[After waking up in a bed that was distinctly not her own, Maya had spent the better part of the morning exploring the house she had found herself in, searching for any possible clues as to how or why she had wound up somewhere other than her own apartment in Sumaru City. Other than evidence that there were clearly other people living in the house -- though where they were at present, Maya was unsure -- she found little to sate her curiosity, and her desire for answers drove her to dress in the unfamiliar clothes she had discovered in the closet and venturing beyond the front porch.
She had taken to wandering without direction, taking note of how impossibly perfect each lawn and flowerbed was as she passed. She had a brief encounter with a young man out for a walk with his dog, but when she introduced herself and asked him where they were, he only smiled and nodded, offering her a rote response about Mayfield being the most wonderful town in the States and continued on his way. Confused by his odd behavior, she made her way downtown, where she now stood in front of the record store, admiring the posters and record covers that had been posted in the front window.]
[2: Early evening, home.]
[Her explorations over for the time being, Maya made her way up the front walk and let herself in, shutting the front door behind her. So, this was home for now, was it? She sighed and walked towards the kitchen. Hopefully whoever or whatever had seen fit to bring her here had been thoughtful enough to stock the fridge.]