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*There is a dull thud, and then the feed flickers on - it seems somebody has thrown the book onto the ground in disgust. That somebody is a petite-looking blonde girl in the standard New Feather sundress, though her hair is tied up in tails by two black ribbons that some might say make her look like she has rabbit ears.

And she is absolutely livid; all but steaming as she speaks sharply out loud.* --the meaning of this?

Is this some pathetic joke? Have you any idea of with whom you're dealing? To take someone like me and affix these... appendages - not to mention to forcibly change my clothing? How disgusting. I feel as though I shall never be again, thanks to the hands of you perverted, mouth-breathing imbeciles.

Nago, Gii, where are you? Come here at once! Every time I imagine you cannot possibly become more useless, you prove me wrong.

Whatever feeble-minded idiot has summoned me to this place, I demand to be returned this very instant! If you are hasty, I might even deign to show you mercy - the longer you drag your heels, the more excruciating my retribution will become.

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Well, it's certainly no picnic, I agree. But it could be worse. [It could be home. If she was hesitant about heading home before, she's outright dreading it now.]

Yes, I think I know where you are, then. I can be there in a few minutes if you'd like.

I suppose it's possible, though I am loathe to imagine such a thing.

...I shall be perfectly sufficient on my own, and I do not require pity from others. *Still, she's familiar with the place, and Rachel could do much worse than getting information.* ...though if you insist, I shall allow you to assist me.

[Oh boy. What is she getting herself into?]

It shouldn't take me long to get there. Just please be careful; there's a huge wolf that guards that forest. It can be fairly dangerous there, so please stay alert.

*Something potentially hilarious?*

I have no need for your concern - I am hardly threatened by an overgrown mutt.

Ah... I'm... glad to hear that, then.

[And she'll be along shortly, as promised. Even though she's still trying to figure out when she met this girl before.]

*And Rachel is precisely where she said she'd be, kneeling on a portion of the grass that looks cleaner than the rest.*

[It's faint, but as Litchi approaches the girl, on the very edge of her hearing is a "I suggest you return to your home..."

She pauses, but the girl's voice is gone as suddenly as it appeared. And from all she can tell, the girl hasn't said a word since she spotted her. Still, she gives Rachel a small smile of greeting.]

It's strange... this is almost exactly where I woke up when I first arrived here as well.

*The smile is not returned; Rachel merely lifts her eyebrows in acknowledgment of the doctor's presence. Her expression is... appraising, perhaps even judgmental.* Indeed? It would seem that this world plays favorites.

Well... I certainly can't argue with that. There have been quite a few of us from back home that have been brought here.

I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky you didn't end up in someone's bath tub. It seems to be a recurring theme with us.

...yes. We certainly shall. *Had Rachel splashed down in somebody's bathtub, it is likely that someone would have died. Probably an unlucky bystander.*

Perhaps there is something particularly compelling about Kagutsuchi, then. Or perhaps it was simply the caprice of fortune.

I have to admit, I've been wondering about that myself. I think it must be something about Kagutsuchi, but... well, I don't exactly have any solid proof.

[But that's really beside the point. For now, they're all trapped here, regardless of why. May as well make the best of it.]

...We should really get you to the village before it gets any later.

I fail to see a reason to hurry ourselves needlessly. Humanity's inherited fear of the night is irrational and childish.

Perhaps, but I'm afraid my night vision is really pretty poor. As much as I'd like to say we could take our time, I really don't think I'd be able to see well enough to get us back safely.

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Hm. How limiting.

If you insist, I shall do you a favor and not belabor the point.

For what it's worth, I am sorry about this.

[She'll just go over and offer Rachel a hand up.]

*And Rachel just rises on her own without taking the hand, the expression on her face dispassionate.*

You have no need to apologize. My ire shall be directed at our captors.

I'd love to tell you that you would have a chance to do so, but unfortunately, our captors stay hidden in almost all circumstances.

That which separates the hidden from the found is time alone.

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