[ Normally, in a situation like this, a person might panic. Waking up in a strange, new place, with no recollection of how one got there (she remembered seeing a hole in the club room and wandering in...), she would be well within her right to have a minor freak out.
But as Nozomi wandered down the beach, her school blazer tied at her waist, sleeves rolled up and a gem shining brightly on her forehead, she seemed cool as a cucumber. Was she bothered by all of this? Oh, you better believe it. But would she let anyone know it? Never. Not in a million years. ]
[B]
[ Tucked away in a corner of the Farmer's Market was a small booth, the table covered in a purple cloth. A few candles lay on the tabletop, and a young woman sat there, smiling at the crowd of passersby.
How she chose her victims queries was hard to say, but as you pass, she calls toward you. ]
You there!
[ She holds up a tarot card in two fingers, turning it toward you. Maybe it has some kind of meaning to you, maybe not. But judging from how she smiles--kindly, but with a glint of mischief in her eyes--it seems to have some meaning to her. ]
The cards say that we were supposed to meet like this.
Nozomi Tojo | Love Live! | Moonstone
[ Normally, in a situation like this, a person might panic. Waking up in a strange, new place, with no recollection of how one got there (she remembered seeing a hole in the club room and wandering in...), she would be well within her right to have a minor freak out.
But as Nozomi wandered down the beach, her school blazer tied at her waist, sleeves rolled up and a gem shining brightly on her forehead, she seemed cool as a cucumber. Was she bothered by all of this? Oh, you better believe it. But would she let anyone know it? Never. Not in a million years. ]
[B]
[ Tucked away in a corner of the Farmer's Market was a small booth, the table covered in a purple cloth. A few candles lay on the tabletop, and a young woman sat there, smiling at the crowd of passersby.
How she chose her
victimsqueries was hard to say, but as you pass, she calls toward you. ]You there!
[ She holds up a tarot card in two fingers, turning it toward you. Maybe it has some kind of meaning to you, maybe not. But judging from how she smiles--kindly, but with a glint of mischief in her eyes--it seems to have some meaning to her. ]
The cards say that we were supposed to meet like this.
[ Do you approach? Or keep walking? ]
[C]
[ Wild card! Come up with your own prompt! ]