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Who: Mitsuru & The Doctor [ and still open, I suppose! ]
What: Arrival
When: 7AM, Day 11
Where: In the woods, near the Carnival
Rating: G
Status: Active



Mitsuru stretched, and shifted, one arm going out to shut off her alarm clock out of sheer force of habit and muscle memory. Did it matter that the alarm wasn’t going off? Not really. She was still more asleep than awake, and her body was telling her that waking up meant alarm going off.

When her hand found something slightly spiky and cold, instead of her alarm clock, the surprise was enough to kick-start her conscious brain into action. It noticed several things right off the bat: she was chilly, she was a bit damp, she was lying in the oddest position, on top of something hard and sort of sharp (which wasn’t like her bed even in the slightest). Oh, and, she was holding a pinecone in her left hand.

“… mmngh?” was about all she managed to say, though she opened her eyes and blinked, looking up. At trees, and sky. Trees? What were trees doing in her bedroom? There were no trees in the dormi---…

Mitsuru pushed herself up into a sitting position, and looked around again, coming rapidly and almost fully awake now. Probably due to the surge of adrenaline that came from realizing that if there were no trees in the dorm, and she was surrounded by trees, she wasn’t in the dormitory. Or probably anywhere near home: Tatsumi Port Island didn’t have more than the occasional decorative tree, and Iwatodai proper wasn’t much better; there just weren’t forests around. And she was definitely in a forest, with nothing but trees in sight in all directions. Now that she looked around, the forest didn’t seem to be in the best of conditions, either: many trees were toppled over with chunks of dirt still clinging to their roots, or snapped in half somewhere along their trunks. So something had happened here. But she filed that away for later consideration: her first concern was, how had she gotten here? She couldn’t remember anything that would lead to sleeping out, alone, in a forest; she could remember being in the dorm, planning to head over to the school for a meeting with the new Chairman, and that was the last thing. Then, waking up here.

“How in the world…” she trailed off, trying to think. Most likely? She’d been kidnapped. She was the daughter of – no, she was the head of the Kirijo Group. For most of her childhood, there had been bodyguards around to assure that no one attempted to get at Takeharu Kirijo by kidnapping his only child. And now, now she was even more important. But if she’d been kidnapped for ransom, or for her position, why was she lying alone in a forest? “It doesn’t make any sense,” she told herself quietly.

As she thought about it, she continued looking around, and that was when she noticed the small bag, lying on the ground a few feet away from her. She got to her feet (oh, she was wearing boots, at least, she realized, which was good, if she was going to be in the woods for long. Or going to have to fight off kidnappers, or hike back to civilization) and scooped it up. It had something in romanji written on it: Vas Captio. She just assumed they were words in English that she didn’t know: her English was fair, but her vocabulary wasn’t all that expansive. Anyway, the bag wasn’t hers – and neither were the contents. Socks? Mints? Matches? And a book? She rifled through quickly, and her stomach sank when she realized that not a thing of hers was in the bag; not her wallet, or her cellphone, or her Evoker.

Why did I think it would be? It’s in my room.

But she’d still hoped… She shook her head. Hoping really wasn’t going to help. She had to do something. “Okay. If you’re lost in the woods… You…” Huh. What did you do when lost in the woods, anyway? Wasn’t there something about… moss growing on trees? But since so many of the trees had been knocked down, and since she couldn’t recall what that adage about moss was, exactly, she settled for choosing a direction, and beginning to walk. At the end of the day, Mitsuru was a city girl, with a city girl’s logic and a lack of any real backwoods experience at all. But as she saw it, staying where she’d been dumped wasn’t an acceptable plan; what if her abductor came back? And she’d find something, sooner or later: a stream or a river, a hill to climb and look around from, even a road if she was very lucky. She swung the bag over one arm, (the bottled water would come in handy, even if she was still in the dark about the socks), set her shoulders, and started to walk.