i.

[ Waking up on the beach -- has she ever even been to a beach? She has no clue. But waking up there was weird. What's weirder ... are these trees.

She can be found squinting at them, trying to figure out why the hell it's making her feel sick to her stomach ... or, after a few moments of that, giving up and running for it in hopes that she can book it far enough to not have to look at them anymore. ]

Ugh ... !

ii.

[ Now that she's finally made it off the beach, there's something even more important than figuring out what's going on, and that's .... food. God, she's hungry. She doesn't even think about the fact that she might not have any money when she approaches a stall. ]

Hmm ... gimme one of those, one of those, and -- two of those.

[ And she reaches into her pockets for her wallet, but ... ]

... Oh, crap.

[ Help her? ]

iii.

[ Natsuki looks sweaty and tired by this point, but now that she's come to notice all the items strewn around, she figured she had better help clean up. It won't be easy for everyone to retrieve their things if they're half-buried in the sand or covered in seaweed and dirt.

So she can be found using a towel she found somewhere, wiping off the things she finds and placing them in a neat and orderly pile. In fact, they're organized by "type" -- weapons in one section, books and journals in another, trinkets and jewelry in yet another ...

Or, she might catch you walking by with an item that's hers. A doll of a schoolgirl, maybe, or possibly some brass knuckles ... She'll jump to her feet by instinct to chase after you. ]

H--Hey! That's mine!