[ Someone's been hiding, just a little bit. Adapting to the disorientation was easy enough, but adapting to... the swarm of people who were only looking out for her proved to be more difficult. Even with Medusa gone... ]

Ah!

[ The dark one bumped into a vine again it seems, broadcasting her lilac-colored head across the network for all to see. ] Oh no... what's with these things? I don't like them. I don't even know how to turn them off!

[ . . . Well, since she's got it open, she might as well ask. Steel your guts, Crona! At least you're not dealing with people face-to-face! ]

Has... uhm... anyone seen Lady Medusa? Th... thank you in advance...

 [Ai has been very busy exploring and attempting to find a way back to her world. Needless to say this hasn't gone well.

For the other people if you go looking in the orchard you'll discover a new house has appeared.  It's rather small and wooden, and there appears to be only one large room divided by a paper screen.

You will also see Ai Enma standing outside it, looking at it with more interest then you've seen her give anything yet.]


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_{[Nausicaä adjusts her flying cap on her head as the mirror forms an image of her. Her mask is dangling in her other hand.]}

I think I'm going to make a trip to the edges of the Garden, just to see for myself.

Would anyone like to come?

_{[[EDIT: Log is up here.]]}

[The mirror turns on to show one wide-eyed redhead gaping with a scroll in hand. She is still wearing only the default white gown because, well. She hasn't found her things yet.]

Whoa. The cats were right! Wow, that sure was a lot of stuff to read, but I guess it was worth it! Even if I did skip most of it, but I got this thing to work, so I won't worry about the other things and just--

Um, hello! My name is Sora. Can anyone actually hear this? I think I'm very, very lost. Or dreaming. I don't feel like I'm asleep, but I think that would explain a lot, especially since I've had dreams like this before. I guess that, uh, if I'm lost, I'd like to know how to get back to the academy and if I'm dreaming I'd like to get woken up--no offense to the Queen! She seems really nice and I bet this place is great even if it's only in my head, but I have have to hurry and get back to saving the princesses.

Time is very important!

Am I supposed to pay this thing quarters like a pay phone...? Crap! I don't have any change! I don't even have pockets in this.

[ Caprica has been avoiding Gaius's house ever since she accidentally conjured it from her memories. Once she considered trying to burn it down, but eventually decided she couldn't bear it. The original is already ash and splinters because of her; she doesn't want to repeat that.

But inevitably, she's back there again, sitting on the balcony, where a tendril of the Vine has crept its way up the side of the house — it's becoming part of this place. She has a cocktail glass of something a dull green color — ambrosia and rum, almost unbearably sweet, but she likes it that way — and she's staring off past the mirror, watching the lake as the sun begins to set over it.

When she speaks, her tone is idly curious, or seems that way. She still doesn't look at the mirror. ]

What do all of you miss? From home.

Did anyone have better luck than me with talking to that new woman? She seems more competent than the other two, which is worrisome.

Okay. Okay, Stephanie Brown, you've got this one. You're a fine, sane individual, college student extraordinaire, and—

[ an odd noise comes through the Vine, as if it's protesting the way Steph's got her hands all over it ] Whoa. And here you are, talking into a plant, because a cat with a scroll lead you to it. Riiight. You know what else? None of this is weird to you. This is the life you chose. This is— [ a brief pause, followed by a groan ]

This is you, giving away your identity, and talking in the third-person. Out-loud. And, once again, into a plant.

[ cue Steph clearing her throat, as if deciding whether it'd be better to keep talking or run with her tail between her legs. Option A apparently comes out on top ]

So, Citizens of the Suspiciously Idyllic Garden. Let's start over, 'kay? Let me just say that I have no idea who I'm talking to. As usual. Anyway, I think you've got the wrong girl. Firstly, I'm more of a city dweller, you know, dark alleyways and litter all over the sidewalk, and secondly, I have so much homework to catch up on that you wouldn't even believe it. Pretty sure my grades are gonna suffer because of this.

You don't want me here! I'm terrible. I accidentally explode things.

Um, y'know. Metaphorically speaking.

[ she seems to have finished up, but then adds in a whisper: ] O, if you're listening – and really, when are you not? – endsay ethay Ricochet so I can get ackbay to the big-G.

 [There is a small girl looking around. She doesn't seem overly panicked, but she does seem a little confused. You might see her disappear and then reappear in the same spot. 

Her teleporting doesn't seem to be working that well either. ]



....Why isn't it working?

[Any ladies who check the vine today are greeted to a new face. She's wearing the default white shift, although she's carrying other clothing in her arms and has put a hat and rose-lensed white glasses on top of her head. The first thing she does when the video begins is gasp dramatically.]

Ah! It worked!

[She leans in closer to the mirror, her eyes wide and her expression inquisitive. It's almost as if she doesn't really believe that the Vine is actually recording.]

Well, if anyone can hear me, my name's Ema Skye. Does anyone know how this whole thing works? It seems really... unscientific.

[Judging from the girl's expression, being unscientific is a crime--right up there with kicking puppies and punching babies.]

Ms... Queen of Hearts lady, I have a flight back to Europe in a few days and I need to continue studying science so I can become a forensic investigator, so I'd like to pass on your invitation. I asked the cat how I can get home, since that's what you suggested--although I have no idea how they understand me--but it just curled up and went to sleep.

Cats are kind of fickle. Maybe you should consider getting better pet-servants.