[ It took Vita only a few seconds to figure out how to work the vines; purely on accident, of course. Her attempts to order Graf Eisen seemed to be misinterpreted as orders for the vine. And she's a bit skeptical at first when a large mirror appears in front of her and gives it a strange look, before figuring that it's answering her request and she had might as well try... as dumb as she feels to be yelling at a mirror. ]

This is Vita of Special Duty Section 6, subdivision of the Time Space Administration Bureau, requesting a response from any other personal in the area! I seem to have been moved to a strange new dimension of sorts! Contact me immediately if you get this message!

If any civilians see this, I want to question you this instant! I don't have time to be stuck here! And DAMMIT what is with all of these useless familiars?! Can't those damn cats say anything useful?! Graf Eisen, start scanning this place! Let's find a weak point and be ready to break out of here! Hayate and everyone are counting on me, dammit! I have no time to take a picnic in a stupid garden!

... Why am I talking to a mirror?! This isn't helping anything! Stupid stupid stupid stupid...nnnnnnrgh!!!!!!! [ and now Vita is looking pretty frustrated. She wishes this place wasn't so cheerful and calm because it completely contrasts her angry mood, which in turn angers her more. ]

[Flandre wakes up first. She doesn't like change on the best of days, and this is already a plenty complicated enough place for her to have to deal with. Which is why she is in the corner of the unlit room, knees up against her chest, peering out at the other unconscious person.]

[Cold, she can handle. She's pretty cold already, being a vampire and all. But what's this 'roommate' thing supposed to be about?]

[Since her journey with Yuri and, eventually, the others began, Estelle has slept in a lot of places she never would have dreamed of before. At inns both sumptuous and threadbare; in tents and in covered wagons. But she's never woken up anywhere this cold.]

Oh!

[Her first thought is that someone should do something about the cold. Her second thought is that there's someone else in the sleeping bag with her. That's also new.]

Oh!

[She scrambles out, cold as it may be.]

I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to take your sleeping bag!

Actually, I didn't mean to be here at all...

[Fate wasn't exactly a light sleeper, but the bone-chilling cold was definitely enough to pull her out of dreamland.]

Wha...

She stirred, frowning when she felt the cold floor under her. She definitely wasn't in the house her and her friends claimed, and that immediately sets off alarms in her head. She quickly pushes herself up, shaking off any drowsiness... and immediately spots Nanoha and Vivio nearby. She then proceeds to shake them in an attempt to wake them up!]

Hey, wake up... something's wrong.

[It's warm. Not the dry, crusty warm of waking up after a night sleeping on a sand dune, or the oddly pleasant morning warmth she's experienced while sleeping outside in the Gardens. That, and it's also too soft to be the soil of either situation. PM opens her eyes, taking a moment to register everything. Cabin. Sleeping bag. Snowstorm. Human-looking girl.]

[The Mendicant has been in some rather odd situations before, so there is no screaming or flailing. Just a tentative whisper to the person in her sleeping bag.]

Excuse me... good morning?

[ America is snuggled into the sleeping bag as much as she can possibly be. It's too damn cold where is the Sun.

She groans, tossing and turning, eventually grabbing onto the nearest person. She has not yet noticed that there is not supposed to be a person there... Or, in fact, two. But hey, she has people who will listen to her complain! ]

Someone turn the Sun back on, OK?