[Patchouli has since wandered out of the house, after having moved in with Queen Vivaldi...]

Hm. I feel like I haven't done much around here...

Um... Natalia, where are you...? [She is searching for Natalia.]

[Patchouli has taken some cake. Not a lot, but the slice she's taken that appears to be a regular-size slice is, in fact, three very small slices of the cake. One orange, one pink, one red.

This can only end in bad.]

What an odd cake...

[Someone come by and investigate?]

[There is a very distant-looking Patchy just drifting around the city right now.]

Seems I really haven't met with a lot of people I'm very familiar with... I'm kinda bored.

Margaret? ...Naoto?

I wonder if they're still about...

Or... I wonder about that strange woman I woke up in bed with that one time...

[Patchy is wandering around outside, nothing to protect her from the downpour... but, at the same time, she doesn't seem to care very much.]

I hope everyone else got some shelter before this all started...

[She sighs. She could go back home (to that house where she woke up with Natalia and Tear), but for now...]

[Patchouli woke up. She was actually dressed this time, and was unsurprised to find that, again, she was in a strange bed. She looks over at the one she is next to. She does not recognize her.

Again, it is a her.

So, she sits up and finds her book, the one she always carries with her, her (very old, older than her) copy of Brave New World... hm? ( Read more... )

[Patchouli has woken up in a strange bed. Which is to say she woke up in a bed, not under a park bench, but in a quite lovely-looking bed. As ever, she slept naked. For now, she is under the covers ( Read more... )

> The city looks back to its old self again. Maybe even a little bigger. Not one to despise progress, you smile as you refamiliarize yourself with the structure of the city.

> You realize it's far more familiar than you'd imagined. Then you realize you, until about three months ago, lived here for twenty-two years.... Shit. I have to get rid of ( Read more... )

[Patchouli is speaking into a very old-looking radio transmission device, that looks like it's been through quite a bit over the years. She is seen in her typical trenchcoat, but she has rather a larger armament, and she's actually showing that she's carrying it. It could be classed as being in the same family of firearms as the minigun. The device ( Read more... )

Patchouli had found that she'd come across several pieces of mistletoe with... with purple ribbons on them. She found them pleasant because of the ribbons, but... she had this strange feeling to...

To hug someone!

She tried to push it away. Anthing. Anything that would push it away, so she thought back to something else...

"Naoto? Naoto!" She ( Read more... )

[Patchouli seems to have come across an acoustic guitar and has taken her usual place in the park, playing a version of a song that probably nobody recognizes, and doing it almost perfectly. She sings, too. Quite softly, because she's a bit unsure of her voice... why should she be, though? It sounds quite lovely, actually!]

( To save your f-lists: lyrics to 'The Perfectionist' )