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[ Private ]
[When she woke up, she was, before anything else, disappointed; she was not supposed to wake up. She had deliberately moved herself into a checkmate so that Battler and Beatrice could erase her very existence. Whether from the view of mystery--wherein she never existed in the first place--or from the view of fantasy--wherein she was destroyed--she should not be able to be 'awake'.
Her first thoughts went to Master; if Erika had somehow survived, then odds are that this were the Hell her master had set up to make her suffer for eternity in exchange for her failure. Even that seemed odd to her, however: from what she had heard, been told, and could extrapolate, the punishment given to Pieces that would never used again was simply 'nothingness'. They were tossed into a dark, empty dimension all by themselves for all eternity.
So, perhaps this world had nothing to do with her master at all. No, that possibility couldn't be eliminated completely seeing as this could be an elaborate trick to raise her hopes and then later crush them, but letting that possible truth keep her from doing anything would be no good. Erika investigated her bedroom. She looked outside the window. She picked up and silently listened in on the phone. Within fifteen minutes of waking, she had come to the following conclusions:
- Today was supposedly a Thursday of an August in the 1950's. The calendar was enough for this conclusion.
- The phones could be used for mass calls. Hearing several of these were enough for this conclusion.
- She was supposedly in America. Seeing the American flags outside were enough for this conclusion.
- She was supposedly not the only person to have arrived here without understanding. The frantic phone announcement or two she had heard were enough for this conclusion.
- She was devoid of all powers. The absence of any of her magic and Detective's Authority were enough for this conclusion.
- Brainwashing was supposedly present. The several mentions of this she overheard of the phone were enough for this conclusion.]
I have been brought to a new game board set in 1950's America with many new rules. With this room alone, this level of reasoning is possible for Furudo Erika.
What do you think, everyone?
[She was speaking to herself, but she nonetheless felt as if she had an audience watching her. Well, of course there was an audience: the masters of this game board. Her many, many little gray cells were growing giddy and excited at the prospect of this new mystery. Even if this turned out to be an elaborate punishment by her master, she will enjoy this to its fullest before facing her fate.]
[ Public | Phone ]
Nice to meet you, everyone! Hello! It seems as though I am not the only one mysteriously accosted here against her will, but please welcome and help me nonetheless. I am Furudo Erika, a detective.
[For some reason, saying her name in that order took effort, but she'd be damned if some force was going to make her say it in a Western fashion.]
It will be a pleasure to make your acquaintances soon, I am sure.
[. . .]
M-Master Bernkastel, if you are listening: I-I would d-d-demand a-ask request to speak with you. As soon as po-possible, please.
[For the family (Jolt, Harley, and Justin or anyone that'd have a legit reason to be in the house): She's going to be snooping around the house meticulously for who knows how long. Feel free to bump into her doing this.]
[When she woke up, she was, before anything else, disappointed; she was not supposed to wake up. She had deliberately moved herself into a checkmate so that Battler and Beatrice could erase her very existence. Whether from the view of mystery--wherein she never existed in the first place--or from the view of fantasy--wherein she was destroyed--she should not be able to be 'awake'.
Her first thoughts went to Master; if Erika had somehow survived, then odds are that this were the Hell her master had set up to make her suffer for eternity in exchange for her failure. Even that seemed odd to her, however: from what she had heard, been told, and could extrapolate, the punishment given to Pieces that would never used again was simply 'nothingness'. They were tossed into a dark, empty dimension all by themselves for all eternity.
So, perhaps this world had nothing to do with her master at all. No, that possibility couldn't be eliminated completely seeing as this could be an elaborate trick to raise her hopes and then later crush them, but letting that possible truth keep her from doing anything would be no good. Erika investigated her bedroom. She looked outside the window. She picked up and silently listened in on the phone. Within fifteen minutes of waking, she had come to the following conclusions:
- Today was supposedly a Thursday of an August in the 1950's. The calendar was enough for this conclusion.
- The phones could be used for mass calls. Hearing several of these were enough for this conclusion.
- She was supposedly in America. Seeing the American flags outside were enough for this conclusion.
- She was supposedly not the only person to have arrived here without understanding. The frantic phone announcement or two she had heard were enough for this conclusion.
- She was devoid of all powers. The absence of any of her magic and Detective's Authority were enough for this conclusion.
- Brainwashing was supposedly present. The several mentions of this she overheard of the phone were enough for this conclusion.]
I have been brought to a new game board set in 1950's America with many new rules. With this room alone, this level of reasoning is possible for Furudo Erika.
What do you think, everyone?
[She was speaking to herself, but she nonetheless felt as if she had an audience watching her. Well, of course there was an audience: the masters of this game board. Her many, many little gray cells were growing giddy and excited at the prospect of this new mystery. Even if this turned out to be an elaborate punishment by her master, she will enjoy this to its fullest before facing her fate.]
[ Public | Phone ]
Nice to meet you, everyone! Hello! It seems as though I am not the only one mysteriously accosted here against her will, but please welcome and help me nonetheless. I am Furudo Erika, a detective.
[For some reason, saying her name in that order took effort, but she'd be damned if some force was going to make her say it in a Western fashion.]
It will be a pleasure to make your acquaintances soon, I am sure.
[. . .]
M-Master Bernkastel, if you are listening: I-I would d-d-demand a-ask request to speak with you. As soon as po-possible, please.
[For the family (Jolt, Harley, and Justin or anyone that'd have a legit reason to be in the house): She's going to be snooping around the house meticulously for who knows how long. Feel free to bump into her doing this.]