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[fortunes-trap.livejournal.com]

[This place...

Naoto looked around, blinking a bit before adjusting her hat. Why was she at Junes? More importantly, why was she sitting at the investigation team's normal spot - alone? It's all quite confusing, seeing as her last memory involved her going to bed. And then slowly, realization dawns on her.]

I see... It's a dream.

[Certainly feels vivid, though; her dreams have never been this sharp before.]

((OOC: Intro for Naoto. Feel free to join her at the food court for some grilled fsteak steak! She is not evented, but your characters can be. Will post to fit your style, etc.))

Comments

[seiryuusmartie.livejournal.com]

Is it?

[Yui will just be picking disinterestedly at a salad, looking thoughtful.]

That would make sense.

[fortunes-trap.livejournal.com]

Of course it does. My last memory involves falling asleep, so naturally, this must be a dream.

[seiryuusmartie.livejournal.com]

[She sighs and picks at the salad.]

Logically, yes. But dreams very rarely make sense.