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Violation 0.27 - [Action/Accidental Voice] (Backdated)
[Early in the morning on Sunday, after the event, the journal is knocked aside and starts broadcasting the following. There is no image or video, but everything below is transmitted for all to hear:]
"Morning, sunshine."
"Lotte... Just five more minutes..."
"Right. Five more minutes."
"M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!"
"You're in my bed."
---EXTENDED VERSION---
[Morning came much as it always did. But unlike the mornings of the last week, Goroh felt a little older and sore as his eyes opened. He'd normally sit up and stretch out, but for the damndest reason he couldn't. Not only was his mind preoccupied by the fact he couldn't remember the night before, but there was something heavy and covered with hair resting on his shoulder. At first he thought nothing of it, but then realized how odd this was given he hadn't shared a bed with anyone in a long time. After a moment, he decided to see who exactly was keeping him pinned to the bed. It's not that he didn't enjoy the company, he just felt it would be more to his advantage to know who he was with. So he moves his shoulder a bit to try and wake her.]
Morning, sunshine.
[Litchi's nose wrinkled up as her warm pillow of sorts started nudging at her. Still mostly dreaming, she let out a small noise, half-sigh, half-whine.]
Lotte... Just five more minutes...
[And with that, she just grumbled quietly and started to drift back into her dream.]
[Litchi was it? Well, last Goroh checked, his name wasn't Lotte. Wasn't that a woman's name? That... would explain a lot.]
Right. Five more minutes. [Hey, it wasn't like he couldn't enjoy them.]
[There goes that dream again. Litchi mumbled a bit, starting to wake up for good this time.
And suddenly, it dawned on her that the voice she had heard definitely did not belong to who she thought it did originally. She cracked one eye open cautiously.
Pause.
Sharp gasp. Stammering, she tried to scoot away and ended up nearly falling out of the bed.]
M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!
[Now able to sit up, he does so and lets the sheet fall from his bare chest. He doesn't know why they're in the same bed, but he can probably guess why.]
You're in my bed. [He doesn't sound particularly bothered by this.]
[Snatching up the sheet to keep herself covered, Litchi just scoots a little further back. What happened last night?!]
Y-you-- I-- W-what--
[After taking a look around, he does confirm one thing.] You tell me, Litchi. This is my room.
I... I don't... What happened? [Why yes, that is a distressed squeak in her voice.]
[Flatly: ] We're in bed together. I think it's pretty obvious.
But I don't remember...! [Oh god, have to get out of here. Feeling around on the nightstand for her glasses. Knocking things over.]
[Goroh says nothing. He just leans up against the bedpost and pats the nightstand on the other side, retrieving a pack of smokes that hadn't been used in a week. He'll just light one up now.]
[Can't find the glasses, but she has found a t-shirt. While he's distracted lighting up the cigarette, she pulls it on hurriedly -- doesn't even notice it's backwards -- and just takes off.
This is a mild panic.]
((ooc: Action is for anyone at the house or concerned enough to come knocking. Tags will be answered by either Goroh, Litchi, or maybe both!))
"Morning, sunshine."
"Lotte... Just five more minutes..."
"Right. Five more minutes."
"M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!"
"You're in my bed."
---EXTENDED VERSION---
[Morning came much as it always did. But unlike the mornings of the last week, Goroh felt a little older and sore as his eyes opened. He'd normally sit up and stretch out, but for the damndest reason he couldn't. Not only was his mind preoccupied by the fact he couldn't remember the night before, but there was something heavy and covered with hair resting on his shoulder. At first he thought nothing of it, but then realized how odd this was given he hadn't shared a bed with anyone in a long time. After a moment, he decided to see who exactly was keeping him pinned to the bed. It's not that he didn't enjoy the company, he just felt it would be more to his advantage to know who he was with. So he moves his shoulder a bit to try and wake her.]
Morning, sunshine.
[Litchi's nose wrinkled up as her warm pillow of sorts started nudging at her. Still mostly dreaming, she let out a small noise, half-sigh, half-whine.]
Lotte... Just five more minutes...
[And with that, she just grumbled quietly and started to drift back into her dream.]
[Litchi was it? Well, last Goroh checked, his name wasn't Lotte. Wasn't that a woman's name? That... would explain a lot.]
Right. Five more minutes. [Hey, it wasn't like he couldn't enjoy them.]
[There goes that dream again. Litchi mumbled a bit, starting to wake up for good this time.
And suddenly, it dawned on her that the voice she had heard definitely did not belong to who she thought it did originally. She cracked one eye open cautiously.
Pause.
Sharp gasp. Stammering, she tried to scoot away and ended up nearly falling out of the bed.]
M-M-M-Mister Goroh?!
[Now able to sit up, he does so and lets the sheet fall from his bare chest. He doesn't know why they're in the same bed, but he can probably guess why.]
You're in my bed. [He doesn't sound particularly bothered by this.]
[Snatching up the sheet to keep herself covered, Litchi just scoots a little further back. What happened last night?!]
Y-you-- I-- W-what--
[After taking a look around, he does confirm one thing.] You tell me, Litchi. This is my room.
I... I don't... What happened? [Why yes, that is a distressed squeak in her voice.]
[Flatly: ] We're in bed together. I think it's pretty obvious.
But I don't remember...! [Oh god, have to get out of here. Feeling around on the nightstand for her glasses. Knocking things over.]
[Goroh says nothing. He just leans up against the bedpost and pats the nightstand on the other side, retrieving a pack of smokes that hadn't been used in a week. He'll just light one up now.]
[Can't find the glasses, but she has found a t-shirt. While he's distracted lighting up the cigarette, she pulls it on hurriedly -- doesn't even notice it's backwards -- and just takes off.
This is a mild panic.]
((ooc: Action is for anyone at the house or concerned enough to come knocking. Tags will be answered by either Goroh, Litchi, or maybe both!))
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Ah...!
[...There's a silver-haired girl tumbling toward her. What was she doing inside the hall closet in Litchi's house? Who knows, but it looks like for some reason, she'd been stuck in there for a while now. Considering she'd spent the past week as a ghost... maybe she turned back to normal at a bad time? Hm.]
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From the way her vision is tunneling, she figures she knows who the blur is. Amazingly, though, it stops there -- no total blackout, no increase in echoes, just narrowed vision. Odd, but she's not complaining.]
N-Nu?!
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...Oww..
[Well... just because she's getting up again quickly doesn't mean that the fall didn't hurt. Not to mention she's feeling disoriented as hell, and her head hurts too. Not just from the fall, either. It feels like... like she hit her head somehow or something like that. Ow.]
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Are you alright? What in the world were you doing in there?
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In response to Litchi's question, though, she turns to look at her.]
...Status: negligible damage sustained. Systems within operational limits. [More or less operational, anyway. Her head hurting isn't too important to her, it seems.
Before long, she'll speak up again, looking around somewhat frantically as she does so.]
Current location... unknown.... Require input as to current location.
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...Eh? [How the hell did she end up in Litchi's house? She's never even been here before...]
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To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how you got here either.
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...Seriously, this is just... incredibly strange.]