15th Paper Cut
[Accidental Video post//Action for anyone by the fountain]
[See a low and from-the-back perspective view of a black-haired woman walking around with her head in a book as she walks, reading intently. She isn't watching where she's going, but you can't really tell from this angle. ... Well, you can't tell until she runs into the big fountain in front of her, at which point the camera stops moving and she flops against the fountain's side, dropping her book into the water. She wails like a woman who just dropped her baby into a river and quickly sheds her big trenchcoat to dive in after the book. She reemerges shortly after, spluttering and coughing and straightening the big glasses on her face with one hand. When she notices that the book in her other hand is soaked as she is, she lets out a cry of shock and urgency.]
AH! O-Oh no! The pages will stick! AH! The ink will run! Nonononono!
[As she climbs quickly out of the fountain, she obscures the camera, and the dripping sound she makes masks the sound of quickly flapping paper; if one is close enough to the fountain by now they may or may not see the pages of the book waving in the air like someone was blowing a hair dryer on all of them at once. Yomiko, on the other hand, is sniffling like a baby, distraught over the one book. A strange sight for nearly anyone to be sure. She hasn't even noticed where she is yet. She HAS, however, noticed how COLD the water is.]
... AHHHH! C-COLD!!
[See a low and from-the-back perspective view of a black-haired woman walking around with her head in a book as she walks, reading intently. She isn't watching where she's going, but you can't really tell from this angle. ... Well, you can't tell until she runs into the big fountain in front of her, at which point the camera stops moving and she flops against the fountain's side, dropping her book into the water. She wails like a woman who just dropped her baby into a river and quickly sheds her big trenchcoat to dive in after the book. She reemerges shortly after, spluttering and coughing and straightening the big glasses on her face with one hand. When she notices that the book in her other hand is soaked as she is, she lets out a cry of shock and urgency.]
AH! O-Oh no! The pages will stick! AH! The ink will run! Nonononono!
[As she climbs quickly out of the fountain, she obscures the camera, and the dripping sound she makes masks the sound of quickly flapping paper; if one is close enough to the fountain by now they may or may not see the pages of the book waving in the air like someone was blowing a hair dryer on all of them at once. Yomiko, on the other hand, is sniffling like a baby, distraught over the one book. A strange sight for nearly anyone to be sure. She hasn't even noticed where she is yet. She HAS, however, noticed how COLD the water is.]
... AHHHH! C-COLD!!