<strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Time: June 5, afternoon<br/>Location: Shopping District</strong><br/><br/>Chisato raised both her hands to her face, cupping them over her mouth when she let out a prodigious yawn. She was beginning to regret not having that nap. She was a little hungry, but it was too early to eat something. She'd gotten up early, and it had been a busy morning--and, rather than dozing on the trip to Inaba, she'd spent most of it staring out the window wondering what the place would be like.<br/><br/>It was really<em>rural</em>. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was kind of refreshing, the air especially. She could get to like this place, definitely.<br/><br/>...Her mind was wandering, she realized. She'd been out on her walk for a while--maybe an hour? she wasn't sure; she hadn't put on a watch, or checked the time on her phone when she left--and really wanted to just sit down for a while. Another reason she'd like to find some place to eat. How she missed mid-day snacks...<br/><br/>She surfaced from her stream of consciousness once more, and took the time to survey her surroundings. She'd dipped in and out of stores intermittently, looking around not because she intended on buying anything (though she had--an adorable pink scarf that didn't go with her current outfit at all, but which she had draped across her shoulders) but to... well, to be doing something! The one she found herself looking at in the present was... different. Kind of weird, really. It was a clothing store, she figured;<em>Threads of Fate</em>, with some picture of some women sewing.<br/><br/>Maybe it was some kind of rural, family-owned business? Not really her kind of thing, but... it could be cool, maybe something local and hand-made for when she was just hanging around Inaba? Or a conversation piece, if it was really unusual; she could tell some story about visiting the place and give her opinion of it--yeah, that'd be good. And even if there wasn't anything worth buying, it'd at least be nice to window shop.<br/><br/>Well, figuratively. The glass was too milky to see through, which gave the place a sort of creepy atmosphere. And so, she headed indoors; she<em>almost</em>knocked, but, no; it was a store, it was the middle of the day, there were lights on inside. And so, in she went!<br/><br/><strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Time: June 5, afternoon<br/>Location: Shopping District, "Threads of Fate"<br/>Tagged: Shine</strong><br/><br/>It was, Chisato concluded immediately, not a clothing store.<br/><br/><em>Oh, yes. How astute.</em><br/><br/>It... reminded her of something, though. With a half-perplexed, half-lost expression, she took a few steps into the store, after ensuring the door shut behind her. She felt really... out of place. The place felt... not cramped, but... she wanted to say 'cozy', but without all the positive implications. A bit stuffy, maybe. There was a strange smell in the air, some kind of potpourri--no, it was probably incense.<br/><br/>"Oh!" she exclaimed abruptly, remembering suddenly where the sense of deja vu came from. Years and years back, she'd gone into some little hole-in-the-wall occult store, and this place really had the same sort if<em>atmosphere</em>. It kind of made her wish she had a jacket, in spite of the summer warmth. There was a bit of a breeze, though, somehow; she checked behind her, making sure she had, in fact, shut the door.<br/><br/>It was when she returned her attention to the room itself that she noticed its other occupant, giving her a mild startle. "Oh, sorry!" she hastily spoke up. "I must not have noticed you there." He sort of blended into the place. He looked like he was<em>part</em>of the... was it even a store?... like he was as much a part of it as the old-fashioned lanterns and the crystal ball. "I've never been in here before, what kind of place is this?... Oh! You<em>are</em>open, right? I was walking by, I just assumed." She put on a polite, apologetic smile; she didn't think she<em>had</em>been mistaken--and, frankly, it would be absurd for the sign to be out there and the door unlocked if she was--but still, it seemed like the appropriate thing to say.