Eririn's Love Diary - 1st day (1/2)
(This is a serialized pseudo-love story co-written with my guyfriend. He's an amazing guy. I figured that ranting about death in Germany can only get you so far, so here's some geeky love.)
My name is Eririn. I am eighteen years old and legally old enough to live all by myself; I planned to move from the city to live in a nice, quiet rural town. My parents agreed to that idea, on the condition that I correspond with them regularly. With that, a kiss on my forehead from my mother and a pat on the shoulders by my father, my bags were all packed and I was ready to live a new life in a new place.
I was not prepared for the fiasco that would turn my life upside down once I got there.
First of all, I had to select the place I wanted to live in. There were a list of towns with wonderfully weird names; Diety, Aquadon, Padwell, Tadville, and such. I loved weird. I was about to choose a successful, strange exotic new town - and then one particular name caught my eye.
Germany.
What kind of weirdo calls a town 'Germany'? Isn't that technically plagiarism? But because of me and my 'weird' tendencies, before I knew what was going on, I had signed the form to live in Germany and accept the town as my neighbourhood. It wasn't too far away from the city, so I figure that I could come back if it didn't suit me.
But it had only just begun.
I was waiting in my room for the time to pass; my bus for Germany was scheduled to arrive at eight thirty p.m., and I had nothing else to do. I had an entire two hours left. I eventually dozed off, convinced that my alarm would go off in time to awake me.
Whatever happened, I was wrong. I woke up in a room completely devoid of any furniture, or even a widespread light source. Standing in front of me was an anthromorphic blue cat with a sweater who insisted that I should come with him, right that minute.
Before I knew what I had done, I was being dragged to a strange yellow bus, with the cat asking me terribly personal questions all the time.
Not really. It's almost night and you're dragging me along, absolutely insisting that I come with you. He hands me a weird map and tells me to go to the town hall as soon as I arrive.
When I step outside, the bus takes off with all my belongings. All I have is a shirt reading 'MVP', a backpack that is empty, and a swirly haircut I didn't know I had. Not knowing what else to do, I walk to the town hall, noting the presence of fruit trees and houses scattered unevenly through the place.
The lady behind the counter is a pelican who introduces herself as Pelly. I don't know what's up with this town, but I'm beginning to believe that I'm amongst a very, very unusual neighbourhood indeed. However, they don't seem harmful in particular - so I'm going to play along. She says that someone called Tom Nook rents out houses and I should find him wandering around somewhere.
I realize that she doesn't tell me how I am meant to pay for a house. I'm assuming that I'm being left to my own devices. I walk out and wander around carefully, examining the whole place. I come by a place called 'Nookingtons', and check the door.
Oh. Oh, I get it. I'm out looking for him and he's out looking for me. Son of a bitch. Somehow I'm beginning to loathe him already even though I've never seen him.
Figuring that I should at least introduce myself to the neighbours before doing anything, I visit every house with a light on.
What the hell is WRONG with all those animals?! So far I've met a gorila who makes passes at me, a hyperactive squirrel, another gorila that happens to be paranoid and a purple chicken that doesn't seem to know her own name, let alone her whereabouts. I leave abruptly, looking for a house that seem habitable. There are some small houses scattered around, but I don't bother with them. They're too small to live in. Rather suspiciously, they have postboxes unlike any other neighbours' houses.
I see one particular house that is higher and at least twice as big as the other houses. It has a postbox, so I guess that this house is habitable. The lights are also on. I approach, knock and go inside, but I don't see anyone. I don't want to be seen as an intruder in case anyone does live here, so I slip out almost immediately.
I should have stayed longer.
Tom Nook himself, in his purple-suited, pantless glory, has come to see me.
He tells me that I can't live in this house, even though it seems about five hundred times nicer than any other houses here. Someone named Reina already lives here, according to his gushing words. I haven't seen anyone inside, but as he poses a rather authoritic figure and I've only just come here, I figure I should do as he says. He tells me I should choose another house.
What, the ones with the postboxes outside? I suppose so, because he didn't turn up when I went into any of my neighbours' houses. But that means I'm going to have to rent a crappy little hut for myself! Why? Is there a reason? Is there a purpose in squeezing me into the smallest place possible?
Hang on a minute. Nook told me that Reina made this house bigger. So if someone else can do it, there is no reason why I can't. After all, I'm assuming here that they started exactly like me.
I pick up my pace and start looking for a house. It shouldn't be too hard finding one I like.
My name is Eririn. I am eighteen years old and legally old enough to live all by myself; I planned to move from the city to live in a nice, quiet rural town. My parents agreed to that idea, on the condition that I correspond with them regularly. With that, a kiss on my forehead from my mother and a pat on the shoulders by my father, my bags were all packed and I was ready to live a new life in a new place.
I was not prepared for the fiasco that would turn my life upside down once I got there.
First of all, I had to select the place I wanted to live in. There were a list of towns with wonderfully weird names; Diety, Aquadon, Padwell, Tadville, and such. I loved weird. I was about to choose a successful, strange exotic new town - and then one particular name caught my eye.
Germany.
What kind of weirdo calls a town 'Germany'? Isn't that technically plagiarism? But because of me and my 'weird' tendencies, before I knew what was going on, I had signed the form to live in Germany and accept the town as my neighbourhood. It wasn't too far away from the city, so I figure that I could come back if it didn't suit me.
But it had only just begun.
I was waiting in my room for the time to pass; my bus for Germany was scheduled to arrive at eight thirty p.m., and I had nothing else to do. I had an entire two hours left. I eventually dozed off, convinced that my alarm would go off in time to awake me.
Whatever happened, I was wrong. I woke up in a room completely devoid of any furniture, or even a widespread light source. Standing in front of me was an anthromorphic blue cat with a sweater who insisted that I should come with him, right that minute.
Before I knew what I had done, I was being dragged to a strange yellow bus, with the cat asking me terribly personal questions all the time.
Not really. It's almost night and you're dragging me along, absolutely insisting that I come with you. He hands me a weird map and tells me to go to the town hall as soon as I arrive.
When I step outside, the bus takes off with all my belongings. All I have is a shirt reading 'MVP', a backpack that is empty, and a swirly haircut I didn't know I had. Not knowing what else to do, I walk to the town hall, noting the presence of fruit trees and houses scattered unevenly through the place.
The lady behind the counter is a pelican who introduces herself as Pelly. I don't know what's up with this town, but I'm beginning to believe that I'm amongst a very, very unusual neighbourhood indeed. However, they don't seem harmful in particular - so I'm going to play along. She says that someone called Tom Nook rents out houses and I should find him wandering around somewhere.
I realize that she doesn't tell me how I am meant to pay for a house. I'm assuming that I'm being left to my own devices. I walk out and wander around carefully, examining the whole place. I come by a place called 'Nookingtons', and check the door.
Oh. Oh, I get it. I'm out looking for him and he's out looking for me. Son of a bitch. Somehow I'm beginning to loathe him already even though I've never seen him.
Figuring that I should at least introduce myself to the neighbours before doing anything, I visit every house with a light on.
What the hell is WRONG with all those animals?! So far I've met a gorila who makes passes at me, a hyperactive squirrel, another gorila that happens to be paranoid and a purple chicken that doesn't seem to know her own name, let alone her whereabouts. I leave abruptly, looking for a house that seem habitable. There are some small houses scattered around, but I don't bother with them. They're too small to live in. Rather suspiciously, they have postboxes unlike any other neighbours' houses.
I see one particular house that is higher and at least twice as big as the other houses. It has a postbox, so I guess that this house is habitable. The lights are also on. I approach, knock and go inside, but I don't see anyone. I don't want to be seen as an intruder in case anyone does live here, so I slip out almost immediately.
I should have stayed longer.
Tom Nook himself, in his purple-suited, pantless glory, has come to see me.
He tells me that I can't live in this house, even though it seems about five hundred times nicer than any other houses here. Someone named Reina already lives here, according to his gushing words. I haven't seen anyone inside, but as he poses a rather authoritic figure and I've only just come here, I figure I should do as he says. He tells me I should choose another house.
What, the ones with the postboxes outside? I suppose so, because he didn't turn up when I went into any of my neighbours' houses. But that means I'm going to have to rent a crappy little hut for myself! Why? Is there a reason? Is there a purpose in squeezing me into the smallest place possible?
Hang on a minute. Nook told me that Reina made this house bigger. So if someone else can do it, there is no reason why I can't. After all, I'm assuming here that they started exactly like me.
I pick up my pace and start looking for a house. It shouldn't be too hard finding one I like.