The silver lining of the false memories had been, of course, a boon of knowledge. Instead of having to learn how to use his phone, he already knew it like the back of his hand. He was scanning his contacts, checking for any differences just in case, when his eyes fell upon a name that brought a smile to his face.

TO: Tressa FROM: Cyrus Albright

            I. Ah! I see your contact information is still listed in here. Most          fortunate indeed.             II. Quite the curious task they’ve foisted upon us, wouldn’t you          agree? I would love to investigate it further if we had the time to          do so. But regardless, have you found success in locating your          doppelganger yet?

So, one is expected to take care of themselves here... that’s alright. Maya isn’t some sort of super independent person or anything, but she knows the basics of taking care of herself. Simple meals and necessities are something she can handle.

So she’s off shopping. She wanders Golden Ward, where she lives, looking to buy the essentials.

At least, that was the plan. Until she spied a small red box that a young merchant girl had on display. Her eyes suddenly sparkle, and she all but runs to the device.

   The eyes were on a man whose fingers danced across ivory like he was conversing with the instrument. His gaze was turned down, engrossed in the song, torso swaying rhythmically to the tone of the piece. He seemed unaware of everything outside of his musical world, on another plain and automated as he performed. When it was over though, he was not startled at the claps he received, standing and turning to bow politely like he was trained to do.

   Afterwards, as people left, he mingled with a few, exchanging kind words and speaking to a few.

     “Thank you once more for letting me play this wonderful upright.” He clasped an older woman, the owner of the store’s, hand with both of his and nodded. She told him he’s welcome any time, then set off back to her work, leaving Cyrus to his own devices.

     “Oh?” He remarked, eyes falling on a girl. “Were you watching just now? I hope my performance was satisfactory.” He brushed a stray lock of coal hair out of his eyes. “It’s usually a lot of the same people that I see around here, but I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 136!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

SUBVERSION PART 1 AU MEME | What does your muse usually do for dinner? Do they cook, or dine out?

i couldn’t think of more to add onto this so that’s the answer!

Who are your muse’s friends?

「W-Where did this come from, so suddenly?!」

Who are your muse’s friends?

For the most part, Mashu’s friends consist of schoolmates and regulars at the cafe where she works. She’s rather sociable, but not enormously outgoing, so she has a decent number of people she feels she could call friend and would refer to her as the same. Her best friend is Ophelia Phamrsolone; a girl whom Mashu feels incredibly close to, and has a happy history with, there isn’t anyone else like her. Mashu’s hopes are that they can remain so close even as they enter and struggle through adulthood — she’s looking forward to the journey, if Ophelia is there.

Does your muse have a claim to fame? What are they known for?