[there's a roaring in her ears; and a erractic noise she realizes is the sound of her own breathing. There's a pounding behind her eyes that doesn't go away even as she shuts them tight. Memories flood through her head -- of lives that were hers, and yet not -- experiences which should be foreign, and yet familiar.
Then, almost as abruptly as the episode had started, her sense of identity begins to return. It implants a sureness that she is who she thinks she is, eradicating all that had been of the other two who shared her name, leaving only a foggy recollection of the past fortnight]
[people she spoke to or met while on her loss]
[a bunch of false starts litter the page, all crossed out. THERE'S NO POINT TO THIS]
[/meaningless filter]
[later:]
I have acquired some extra clothing which is not in my size. [thanks so much for being taller than her, Viola. fffff how is that even possible] Any suggestions for what I could do with it would be appreciated.
[ooc: please pretend this was before LJ became all tsundere. love. ♥]