[LOST. LOST FOREVER. LOST IN A CITY SHE HAS NO NOTION OF.

So naturally, this is a time of sight-seeing. By the time Mako even thinks to use this device-cellphone-whatevermabobber, she's carrying a hoard of bags.]

There's such a thing as kidnapping, you know! I know this isn't a class trip this time so don't try to fool me with that!

[She sighs out deeply, drooping now.]

And I did all this shopping too and now I'm broke!

[Well, only one way to solve this. If you're anywhere near Mako, expect to hear the rumbling scream that comes next.]

RYUKOOOOOOOO! YOU DIDN'T DIE OR ANYTHING, DID YOU?!

[ Since, the pamphlet mentioned trying out this videophone thing after leaving the Bay, he decided to do just that. Mayu is sitting on the ground as close to the city's entrance as possible without blocking anyone's way.]

Text

new here
hi

- Mayu Nozaki

[ He figures this text is enough to get his point across if anyone wants to help get him settled. It would be much easier than trying things on his own. He added his name in case someone he knew was around.]

[Have a very familiar blue-haired antennae sporting demon... face down on the floor, barely able to claw the device to life. When he manages to raise his head, his face is very pale, and looks like he hasn't slept in years. This, dear Genessia, is the face of an Overlord brought low by the memory of his own boobs.]

Flonne... you'd better hurry back... I'm... getting hungry... and the kitchen is too far away...

[His head falls to the floor with a KERTHUNK and he groans a bit before struggling to lift his head again.]

By the way... Spirit... don't think... I've forgotten...

[ Despite the pamphlet's best efforts to explain the videophone to him, William just can't quite wrap his head around this piece of technology. Moving pictures on a phone...? With bright, vivid colors?? Not attached to a wall??? As a young man from the early 20th century, he can't help but be in awe.

Even so, in light of his current...relocation, there's no telling if this device -- any of this, really -- can be taken at face value. When his attempts at calling out names of the usual guilty demons fail and a walk around and out of the Bay yields none of the typical signs of ~*magical interference*~ he approaches at one conclusion: ]

--A dream.

[ And that just leaves waking up! As he pinches and slaps himself, he moves the videophone around erratically.

He didn't realize it earlier, but he had apparently pressed the right buttons to start broadcasting, so... hope nobody is motion sick because this video feed is aaaall over the place. ]

Ow ow...!! Ugh...this is one persistent dream...