ouka 001 ⇒ damsel in distress
Who: Ouka & you~
Where: Espoir
Style: Either is fine!
Status: OPEN!
Ouka was very confused. Only a moment ago, she remembered talking to her father, telling him to wait while she went and tracked Omi-kun down again. And the next moment...
She remembered opening a door, thinking that Omi-kun might be inside that room, yet, after stepping into the room, she found herself standing in a strange place.
Ouka glanced down to see that she was still wearing the red dress that she'd put on for the party. But she looked up, and there was no party in sight. Instead, she was standing in the middle of an unknown street. Surrounded by unfamiliar cottages.
This certainly didn't look a thing like the ballroom. It didn't even look Japanese. Ouka felt a strange weight in her pocket, and pulled out a strange, phone-like device.
That wasn't hers, either. Calmly, she flipped it open. And immediately clicked on the small icon that said Contacts. There were so many names listed, most of which looked completely foreign. She started in the A's, and slowly scrolled down, looking for any names that may see fami--
Aya Fujimiya. Two of them, actually. Perhaps one of them was the Aya-kun she knew. And if he was...
She worked fast, quickly locating the search bar (she did, after all, have all the latest technologies back home, so this little thing was hardly difficult to figure out) and typed in the one name that she was hoping would be here.
And there it was. Looking down at the name, she'd almost forgotten that she was lost and confused. She dialed the number.
Voicemail.
Putting on an agitated voice, Ouka left a short message.
"Omi-kun. What is the meaning of this? Where are we?"
She hung up, and took a seat by a nearby fountain, and waited.
Where: Espoir
Style: Either is fine!
Status: OPEN!
Ouka was very confused. Only a moment ago, she remembered talking to her father, telling him to wait while she went and tracked Omi-kun down again. And the next moment...
She remembered opening a door, thinking that Omi-kun might be inside that room, yet, after stepping into the room, she found herself standing in a strange place.
Ouka glanced down to see that she was still wearing the red dress that she'd put on for the party. But she looked up, and there was no party in sight. Instead, she was standing in the middle of an unknown street. Surrounded by unfamiliar cottages.
This certainly didn't look a thing like the ballroom. It didn't even look Japanese. Ouka felt a strange weight in her pocket, and pulled out a strange, phone-like device.
That wasn't hers, either. Calmly, she flipped it open. And immediately clicked on the small icon that said Contacts. There were so many names listed, most of which looked completely foreign. She started in the A's, and slowly scrolled down, looking for any names that may see fami--
Aya Fujimiya. Two of them, actually. Perhaps one of them was the Aya-kun she knew. And if he was...
She worked fast, quickly locating the search bar (she did, after all, have all the latest technologies back home, so this little thing was hardly difficult to figure out) and typed in the one name that she was hoping would be here.
And there it was. Looking down at the name, she'd almost forgotten that she was lost and confused. She dialed the number.
Voicemail.
Putting on an agitated voice, Ouka left a short message.
"Omi-kun. What is the meaning of this? Where are we?"
She hung up, and took a seat by a nearby fountain, and waited.