Somehow, Miruca had managed to score the night off. The stress of transferring to a new school right before finals had siphoned away most of her free time, and what wasn't taken by that was instead taken up by work. But here she was, with the night off, ready to relax and, perhaps, attempt to have a little bit of fun. It was a small blessing she had barely grown over the last few years, her yukata, a light green with a floral pattern, still fit fine.
Sadly, it seemed fun was not in the stars this evening. She'd been parked in front of the goldfish for 5 minutes now, her attempts to nab one up for herself having resulted in nothing more then several destroyed scoops. "How annoying. There has to be some sort of trick...." She's muttering to herself in an obviously frustrated voice as she reaches into a coin purse that is steadily becoming more and more empty. "I would like to try again. This time, I shall succeed." Unfortunately, that is probably not the case!
2. Sad Miruca in snow (minus the snow)
Eventually, Miruca had finally won that goldfish. With her tiny aquatic friend in a little bag, she'd made her way back to her apartment where it'd been dropped into a small fishbowl she picked up on the way back. It wasn't long after that she dropped into her futon for the night. Was she going to have that same weird dream again?
The answer, of course, was yes. But this time it was a little different. She was very much not alone. There weren't a lot of familiar faces, she had only moved into the area recently and had hardly made a large amount of friends, but even she could tell some of these were normal people. They didn't seem to be in any danger, so it was the large tree that attracted her attention. She'd been so focused on that stupid fish scooping game that she had forgotten to leave a wish in the real world. But it seemed this dream tree had her covered. With a tiny flicker of light another tanzaku appears on the tree's branches.
Even she isn't sure what is on it, but she finds out the moment the wish granting light fills the area. Appearing right in front of her are two figures, a woman with long blonde hair like her own, and a man with short black hair. Her face goes slack-jawed for a moment before she rushes at them, and tries to throw her arms around them. They pass through the figures entirely, causing her to stumble and fall flat onto her face. The figures don't seem to notice at all. She doesn't bother to entirely get up, sitting up with a very obviously distressed look on her face. Of all the things this blasted dream world could do to her, how dare it do THIS? She isn't sure if she should shout angrily, or just cry. Judging by the expression on her face, though, it looks like the later seems to be winning out.
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Somehow, Miruca had managed to score the night off. The stress of transferring to a new school right before finals had siphoned away most of her free time, and what wasn't taken by that was instead taken up by work. But here she was, with the night off, ready to relax and, perhaps, attempt to have a little bit of fun. It was a small blessing she had barely grown over the last few years, her yukata, a light green with a floral pattern, still fit fine.
Sadly, it seemed fun was not in the stars this evening. She'd been parked in front of the goldfish for 5 minutes now, her attempts to nab one up for herself having resulted in nothing more then several destroyed scoops. "How annoying. There has to be some sort of trick...." She's muttering to herself in an obviously frustrated voice as she reaches into a coin purse that is steadily becoming more and more empty. "I would like to try again. This time, I shall succeed." Unfortunately, that is probably not the case!
2. Sad Miruca in snow (minus the snow)
Eventually, Miruca had finally won that goldfish. With her tiny aquatic friend in a little bag, she'd made her way back to her apartment where it'd been dropped into a small fishbowl she picked up on the way back. It wasn't long after that she dropped into her futon for the night. Was she going to have that same weird dream again?
The answer, of course, was yes. But this time it was a little different. She was very much not alone. There weren't a lot of familiar faces, she had only moved into the area recently and had hardly made a large amount of friends, but even she could tell some of these were normal people. They didn't seem to be in any danger, so it was the large tree that attracted her attention. She'd been so focused on that stupid fish scooping game that she had forgotten to leave a wish in the real world. But it seemed this dream tree had her covered. With a tiny flicker of light another tanzaku appears on the tree's branches.
Even she isn't sure what is on it, but she finds out the moment the wish granting light fills the area. Appearing right in front of her are two figures, a woman with long blonde hair like her own, and a man with short black hair. Her face goes slack-jawed for a moment before she rushes at them, and tries to throw her arms around them. They pass through the figures entirely, causing her to stumble and fall flat onto her face. The figures don't seem to notice at all. She doesn't bother to entirely get up, sitting up with a very obviously distressed look on her face. Of all the things this blasted dream world could do to her, how dare it do THIS? She isn't sure if she should shout angrily, or just cry. Judging by the expression on her face, though, it looks like the later seems to be winning out.