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[ushiromania.livejournal.com]

[It's just a few minutes past lunch time, and the sun was making sure everyone knew the time, too. The heat wasn't helping the temper of that little girl walking around in the streets.

It didn't help either that she was wearing some sort of giant poofy dress. It sure is hot in that!

She has that phone she received when she woke up in her hand. To be honest, she has no idea how to use something so... advanced. But she manages to press something that seemed to say "CALL", and upon pressing that, she puts her ear into the receiver and exclaims:]

What is this supposed to be, anyway!?

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[ushiromania.livejournal.com]

[Stops, and looks at whoever just talked to her and—]

. . . Ah. [Wait. You're supposed to be dead.]

[magic-tea-party.livejournal.com]

...uu?

[And now Maria's actually looking up at her hey why does she look so familiar?]

Eva-obasan? But... looks younger.

[She is in awe, okay.]

[ushiromania.livejournal.com]

[WHY AREN'T YOU DEAAAADDDD]

Evaaaa? I don't know anyone named Eva!

[magic-tea-party.livejournal.com]

[Well she was perfectly happy with going to the golden land but she kind of woke up here. Baw.]

Uu, really? So, not Auntie Eva. Who then? [Don't say Beatrice, don't say Beatrice.]

[ushiromania.livejournal.com]

Why don't you guess, Maria?

[magic-tea-party.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is going to take some thinking. So, she'll pull out her notepad and start scribbling stuff down! BEST YOUNG DETECTIVE.]

Looks like Auntie Eva, but younger, but not. Funny clothes. ...uu! [SHE GETS IT NOW.]

You're one of Beatrice's friends!