Well, at least waking up in her bed today hadn't been nearly as weird as it was all the previous nights; after all, she had already been there.
It was only after waking up that things started to get weird...er than usual. After all, the first few days before this, she hadn't woken up in a uniform. It hadn't been very surprising that it was a soldier soon barging into her room to wake her up instead of the usual nurses, considering they took over the entire place the day prior, but they had to put them in some crisp and proper uniform? Really? Those grey outfits may have been ugly beyond all belief (and that smiley face just made her feel ridiculous), but at least she didn't feel like she was suddenly being drafted into the military with those, either.
Ugh. It was going to be a long day. Yukari could already feel it.
After a few orders of getting her act and threads together, all nice and neat juuuust like they wanted it, Yukari reluctantly followed her escort all the way to the cafeteria, which, if the routine from days past were anything to go by, the normal destination first thing in the morning.
...And quickly found out what was up with the lack of everything, save for all the cleaning supplies conveniently placed about.
"Oh, you're kidding me," Yukari muttered under her breath, turning on her heels to go in some random direction after the oh so helpful announcement. There just wasn't enough exasperation in the world to adequately convey precisely how exasperated she had become (and that was saying something-- Yukari was pretty good at being exasperated), but what could she do? There were a billion guys standing around who'd probably take some sort of sick glee when it came to pointing their rifles at her, and she didn't need experience to know you simply didn't screw around with a bunch of guys and their guns. She was perfectly content when it came to being holeless.
With that much established, where on earth should she start? The mere thought of having to start on this at all was so degrading, though, but if she lingered around for too long, someone would probably catch on...
Yukari glanced up once, then came to a stop when she realized who she was about to pass by. Oh. Yeah, they spoke before-- she was one of those who knew her from-- before. Maybe it would be a good idea to catch up again, considering they were apparently pretty close before her entire memory of this place went out the window. Close enough that she knew all sorts of things about her Yukari wouldn't have imagined she'd reveal, but...
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It was only after waking up that things started to get weird...er than usual. After all, the first few days before this, she hadn't woken up in a uniform. It hadn't been very surprising that it was a soldier soon barging into her room to wake her up instead of the usual nurses, considering they took over the entire place the day prior, but they had to put them in some crisp and proper uniform? Really? Those grey outfits may have been ugly beyond all belief (and that smiley face just made her feel ridiculous), but at least she didn't feel like she was suddenly being drafted into the military with those, either.
Ugh. It was going to be a long day. Yukari could already feel it.
After a few orders of getting her act and threads together, all nice and neat juuuust like they wanted it, Yukari reluctantly followed her escort all the way to the cafeteria, which, if the routine from days past were anything to go by, the normal destination first thing in the morning.
...And quickly found out what was up with the lack of everything, save for all the cleaning supplies conveniently placed about.
"Oh, you're kidding me," Yukari muttered under her breath, turning on her heels to go in some random direction after the oh so helpful announcement. There just wasn't enough exasperation in the world to adequately convey precisely how exasperated she had become (and that was saying something-- Yukari was pretty good at being exasperated), but what could she do? There were a billion guys standing around who'd probably take some sort of sick glee when it came to pointing their rifles at her, and she didn't need experience to know you simply didn't screw around with a bunch of guys and their guns. She was perfectly content when it came to being holeless.
With that much established, where on earth should she start? The mere thought of having to start on this at all was so degrading, though, but if she lingered around for too long, someone would probably catch on...
Yukari glanced up once, then came to a stop when she realized who she was about to pass by. Oh. Yeah, they spoke before-- she was one of those who knew her from-- before. Maybe it would be a good idea to catch up again, considering they were apparently pretty close before her entire memory of this place went out the window. Close enough that she knew all sorts of things about her Yukari wouldn't have imagined she'd reveal, but...
"Hey," Yukari greeted regardless. "Renamon, right?"