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On entering the room, it is almost impossible not to be struck by the strong and persistent smell of coffee. Michiru is curled up in a seat by the window, cradling a steaming hot mug of said coffee and looking incredibly comfortable in a soft pink robe through which her swimsuit peeks.
Unfortunately, her problem is of a supernatural sort: the pool to which she had been headed has disappeared. Given the givens she's not too fazed about the whole thing, choosing instead to stay in this (nice, solid) room and contemplate her options. The grey Tokyo skyline stretches out across her line of vision as she gazes out the window. Interrupt?
Unfortunately, her problem is of a supernatural sort: the pool to which she had been headed has disappeared. Given the givens she's not too fazed about the whole thing, choosing instead to stay in this (nice, solid) room and contemplate her options. The grey Tokyo skyline stretches out across her line of vision as she gazes out the window. Interrupt?