[ Mamizou doesn't exactly hate the cold, but...that doesn't quite mean she's down with it, either. Getting locked out was an absolutely miserable experience that she did not at all wish to relive -- so what better way to stay warm than to laze around in a building for days?
Well -- that didn't actually turn out all that well for her. Boredom is a terrible, horrible burden for a free spirit such as herself, and, well -- she doesn't remember the past few hours, actually. All she knows is that she's woken up face down in the snow, missing her shirt and glasses...at least she had fun, maybe? At any rate, she picks up her tablet, makes her way to the closest shelter, and sets about to finding her lost things in what is clearly the most efficient way possible: asking everyone else where any of it is. ]
Excuse me, dears. I seem to have made a mistake. If anyone could help me to locate my glasses, I would be very thankful.
...Oh, and my shirt, also. The details are all very fuzzy, so if anyone could fill me in I would also be very thankful for that, too. Also, if you have ended up the victim of any practical jokes in the past few hours, I would just like to say that unless it was absolutely hilarious I had nothing to do with it. Thank you!
prompt 3 ❧
[ Oh, what a nice, wonderful house! She'd prefer something just as comfortable outdoors, really -- but given the situation, that didn't seem like something she'd likely to come across anything of the sort any time soon. But whatever, whatever, take what you can get, right?
So without any regard to who or what may be nearby, she sets to lighting the fire and herself a cigarette, and then crashes on the couch. Surely nothing will disturb her, at all. ]
Futatsuiwa Mamizou | Touhou Project
[ Mamizou doesn't exactly hate the cold, but...that doesn't quite mean she's down with it, either. Getting locked out was an absolutely miserable experience that she did not at all wish to relive -- so what better way to stay warm than to laze around in a building for days?
Well -- that didn't actually turn out all that well for her. Boredom is a terrible, horrible burden for a free spirit such as herself, and, well -- she doesn't remember the past few hours, actually. All she knows is that she's woken up face down in the snow, missing her shirt and glasses...at least she had fun, maybe? At any rate, she picks up her tablet, makes her way to the closest shelter, and sets about to finding her lost things in what is clearly the most efficient way possible: asking everyone else where any of it is. ]
Excuse me, dears. I seem to have made a mistake. If anyone could help me to locate my glasses, I would be very thankful.
...Oh, and my shirt, also. The details are all very fuzzy, so if anyone could fill me in I would also be very thankful for that, too. Also, if you have ended up the victim of any practical jokes in the past few hours, I would just like to say that unless it was absolutely hilarious I had nothing to do with it. Thank you!
prompt 3 ❧
[ Oh, what a nice, wonderful house! She'd prefer something just as comfortable outdoors, really -- but given the situation, that didn't seem like something she'd likely to come across anything of the sort any time soon. But whatever, whatever, take what you can get, right?
So without any regard to who or what may be nearby, she sets to lighting the fire and herself a cigarette, and then crashes on the couch. Surely nothing will disturb her, at all. ]