[The soft sound of low heels clicking against the pavement echoes up into City Hall Station stops abruptly as someone new reaches the top of the stairs. Pink dress barely dusty from the road, a suitcase in one hand and a white beret clutched to her chest in the other, Anthy Himemiya takes a long, long pause as she looks around, wide green eyes lingering on every tiny detail of the storefronts and the others milling about the station. The pensive look upon her face shifts slightly, only to a concerned frown, but the tightening of her grasp on her hat is a subtle indicator of her mood - she's anxious, and rightfully so. Nothing is how it should be, and worst of all...]
Excuse me? Has anyone seen a little monkey anywhere?
[Her voice is soft and light, but firm. She only had Chuchu with her a moment before waking up in the train, and he was nowhere to be found in her car. He must be here. He has to be. And for him, she has to be brave.]
B - Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (Southwest)
[The park helps. The trees, the petrichor on the wind, the rustling of foliage...it's right, it's normal. Even as she goes deeper to the statues, Anthy doesn't seem unsettled. If anything, she keeps a smile on her face even as she tries to gently pull back the curtain of ivy on a statue's face, only to let it quickly fall back into place.]
- Ah.
[Yeah no, that one's. Hm. Let's not check that one again, shall we?
Eventually she finds a bench in this portion of the park, settling down and tucking her skirt underneath her, choosing to look up at the sky rather than keep her gaze on any of the frozen figures in the area.]
...How long has this place been empty....?
C - Come Calling for your Fortune
[...Or don't, because Anthy doesn't even seem particularly interested in going that far. Why? Because this little building is darling. She takes her time reading the labels on jars, or just observing the more unusual contents; staring into the crystal ball with no expectation of a vision; reverently examining a deck of tarot cards.
You're likely to encounter her going through the herbs and checking their authenticity or idly shuffling a tarot deck, the same card popping out no matter how many times she changes things. It's weird, but kind of fun at the same time? She's actually having some fun! Good for you, sweetie.]
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[The soft sound of low heels clicking against the pavement echoes up into City Hall Station stops abruptly as someone new reaches the top of the stairs. Pink dress barely dusty from the road, a suitcase in one hand and a white beret clutched to her chest in the other, Anthy Himemiya takes a long, long pause as she looks around, wide green eyes lingering on every tiny detail of the storefronts and the others milling about the station. The pensive look upon her face shifts slightly, only to a concerned frown, but the tightening of her grasp on her hat is a subtle indicator of her mood - she's anxious, and rightfully so. Nothing is how it should be, and worst of all...]
Excuse me? Has anyone seen a little monkey anywhere?
[Her voice is soft and light, but firm. She only had Chuchu with her a moment before waking up in the train, and he was nowhere to be found in her car. He must be here. He has to be. And for him, she has to be brave.]
B - Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (Southwest)
[The park helps. The trees, the petrichor on the wind, the rustling of foliage...it's right, it's normal. Even as she goes deeper to the statues, Anthy doesn't seem unsettled. If anything, she keeps a smile on her face even as she tries to gently pull back the curtain of ivy on a statue's face, only to let it quickly fall back into place.]
- Ah.
[Yeah no, that one's. Hm. Let's not check that one again, shall we?
Eventually she finds a bench in this portion of the park, settling down and tucking her skirt underneath her, choosing to look up at the sky rather than keep her gaze on any of the frozen figures in the area.]
...How long has this place been empty....?
C - Come Calling for your Fortune
[...Or don't, because Anthy doesn't even seem particularly interested in going that far. Why? Because this little building is darling. She takes her time reading the labels on jars, or just observing the more unusual contents; staring into the crystal ball with no expectation of a vision; reverently examining a deck of tarot cards.
You're likely to encounter her going through the herbs and checking their authenticity or idly shuffling a tarot deck, the same card popping out no matter how many times she changes things. It's weird, but kind of fun at the same time? She's actually having some fun! Good for you, sweetie.]