[The polite, confident smile Aimee wears drops as soon as she is teleported out. She should be panicking over the trust given to her and the whirlwind this day has been. And she is. She promises she'll panic when it's appropriate. But right now--]
It's so cute...
[She marvels at the phone charm in her hand, watching the petals catch the light. Her gold eyes round when she looks up and she spins, trying to take in all the buildings around her in awe.]
This place is massive. There must be a library somewhere.
[She simply must learn everything she can about this place! As if in a trance, she starts wandering, forgetting about her apartment or to use her glamour for an outfit that makes her stand out less.
Library!!!]
Light a Candle For You
Uhm...no thank you. I'm good. I have no one to honor it with.
[Aimee lies and doesn't light her candle, setting it off to the side in what she hopes is a subtle motion. What good would it do? She'll show her respect for the dead in other ways, which turns out less than stellar, judging by the jagged paper ghosts she's attempted to craft in her hands and stares at with a distraught look. At this point, they're barely held together and such a chaotic mess that she'd barely call them paper, let alone anything resembling ghosts.]
Oh nooo. Did I do it wrong?!
We All Become What We Pretend To Be
[Aimee has noticed that the guests are either really into roleplay, or they're acting strange and a bit too similar to the costumes they wear. She doesn't realize that she's been affected too. Dressed as an idol with a delicate blue mask, she finds herself in a bubbly, confident mood-- something she doesn't have to force for once.
Sorry to whichever unsuspecting person she ambushes with a glittering smile and chipper voice, practically posing.]
I like your costume! It's so cool!!! What made you go with that choice?
[Weird. Even her voice feels cuter when she speaks. Can people speak cute? Apparently.]
Aimee | OC | Autumn | Existing player - new character
[The polite, confident smile Aimee wears drops as soon as she is teleported out. She should be panicking over the trust given to her and the whirlwind this day has been. And she is. She promises she'll panic when it's appropriate. But right now--]
It's so cute...
[She marvels at the phone charm in her hand, watching the petals catch the light. Her gold eyes round when she looks up and she spins, trying to take in all the buildings around her in awe.]
This place is massive. There must be a library somewhere.
[She simply must learn everything she can about this place! As if in a trance, she starts wandering, forgetting about her apartment or to use her glamour for an outfit that makes her stand out less.
Library!!!]
Light a Candle For You
Uhm...no thank you. I'm good. I have no one to honor it with.
[Aimee lies and doesn't light her candle, setting it off to the side in what she hopes is a subtle motion. What good would it do? She'll show her respect for the dead in other ways, which turns out less than stellar, judging by the jagged paper ghosts she's attempted to craft in her hands and stares at with a distraught look. At this point, they're barely held together and such a chaotic mess that she'd barely call them paper, let alone anything resembling ghosts.]
Oh nooo. Did I do it wrong?!
We All Become What We Pretend To Be
[Aimee has noticed that the guests are either really into roleplay, or they're acting strange and a bit too similar to the costumes they wear. She doesn't realize that she's been affected too. Dressed as an idol with a delicate blue mask, she finds herself in a bubbly, confident mood-- something she doesn't have to force for once.
Sorry to whichever unsuspecting person she ambushes with a glittering smile and chipper voice, practically posing.]
I like your costume! It's so cool!!! What made you go with that choice?
[Weird. Even her voice feels cuter when she speaks. Can people speak cute? Apparently.]