{ life's a beach } [ The sound of waves in the distance and the feel of sun on her skin awakens Christine and she lets out a groan before covering her eyes with the back of an arm. But then she hears movement, conversation, and she comes to realize she isn't alone.
Sitting up, she shields her eyes from the sun and takes in her surroundings. A beach? Pulling herself to her feet, she brushes sand off her clothes and considers where she might be. She shouldn't be here, right? Wait, where does she belong? Who is she?
Christine. She knows that. But who is Christine? Staring down at her hands, she gets the sense that she's done something unique with these hands. But what? And where is that music coming from? Music... dancing. Something about dancing. ]
How did we get here?
[ It's said to the nearest person. Things feel familiar, but not. Maybe if she takes a moment to take stock of this situation it'll come back to her. ]
{ this sparks joy } [ By now Christine's memories have come flooding back to her and she's sure to come up to any Reclaimer she recognizes to touch base and see if they're all right. But while doing that she also does a bit of shopping. It's best to be prepared, right? ]
{ what's this? what's this? } [ Christine comes across the chaos in a clearing and does her best to find her own things. She was never a visitor to others' rooms, so she can't really help with finding their things before they do and returning them. Eventually she has a little selection of her items from the moon base on her: a pink shawl draped over her arm, a short sword in a scabbard, a small book, a compass, and— ]
My music box!
[ It's said to a Reclaimer who happens to be lifting a jewelry box out of the sand. Should they open it, a tune will start to play as a ballerina twirls in the center, a tiny mirror behind her. ]
christine | ota
[ The sound of waves in the distance and the feel of sun on her skin awakens Christine and she lets out a groan before covering her eyes with the back of an arm. But then she hears movement, conversation, and she comes to realize she isn't alone.
Sitting up, she shields her eyes from the sun and takes in her surroundings. A beach? Pulling herself to her feet, she brushes sand off her clothes and considers where she might be. She shouldn't be here, right? Wait, where does she belong? Who is she?
Christine. She knows that. But who is Christine? Staring down at her hands, she gets the sense that she's done something unique with these hands. But what? And where is that music coming from? Music... dancing. Something about dancing. ]
How did we get here?
[ It's said to the nearest person. Things feel familiar, but not. Maybe if she takes a moment to take stock of this situation it'll come back to her. ]
{ this sparks joy }
[ By now Christine's memories have come flooding back to her and she's sure to come up to any Reclaimer she recognizes to touch base and see if they're all right. But while doing that she also does a bit of shopping. It's best to be prepared, right? ]
{ what's this? what's this? }
[ Christine comes across the chaos in a clearing and does her best to find her own things. She was never a visitor to others' rooms, so she can't really help with finding their things before they do and returning them. Eventually she has a little selection of her items from the moon base on her: a pink shawl draped over her arm, a short sword in a scabbard, a small book, a compass, and— ]
My music box!
[ It's said to a Reclaimer who happens to be lifting a jewelry box out of the sand. Should they open it, a tune will start to play as a ballerina twirls in the center, a tiny mirror behind her. ]