[ Fuuka is, currently, sitting in the Northern Lights, near the door, browsing the network and sipping at a bowl of soup. The door opens and closes now and then as customers come and go, bringing in a draft of cold air. And, then, some of the Medicine Seller's ofuda. Fuuka grimaces a bit at this and they make a beeline for her. Are her powers going to get blocked, again?
...Nope! Traumatic memory time!
Of course, this being Fuuka, she really doesn't have a lot of those. Still, her eyes go wide and then blank as she watches what is to everyone else an empty screen; after a few minutes, she squeezes her eyes shut and turns her head down to look into her lap. Still the screen remains. A few minutes after that, she draws her shoulders together, covering her ears with her hands, trying to block it out in any way she can.
A few minutes after that, the ofuda scatter, leaving Fuuka alone. She opens her eyes and stares down at her skirt, mumbling to herself the last words of the memory: ]
It's fine... I want to join. I'll move in right away.
[ She continues to stare at her lap, then finally reaches for her communicator. ]
[ VOICE | Japanese ]
... Does anyone here... have a bad relationship with their parents? Did... you ever repair it...?
[ ooc: fuuka is sitting in the bar looking distressed. feel free to bother her in a commentlog, as well, if you're there. ]