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[dereban]

YOKOHAMA.

The year is 2011.

In a new world, it's easy to tell how beautiful and stunning Yokohama is, especially from those who came from other worlds themselves. During the day, the streets are busy and full of life. And at night, you could see the beautiful lights of the port town.

Of course: things were normal.

Or at least as 'normal' as one could consider it. . .

. . . except for the fact that they had 'new world travelers' in Yokohama. And more importantly, there were two people in the group that could pass as high schoolers, which is probably exactly how one of them ended up in the Cultural Research Clubroom.

Something that kind of causes the current club vice president, who was currently alone after having kicked out the other club members for the day. And that club president can't help but stare, blinking several times at what she was seeing, exactly.

"Are you alright?" is the first question that comes to mind, although it's not the one that she really wants to ask. She wants to know, more importantly, how she managed to get in here, or what are those clothes she's wearing, or anything else, but--

Guess this will do for now.

[ ooc. Feel free to respond in brackets or prose; I just did it this way as a setup! ]

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[featherings]

[Sakura was used to other worlds, to traveling between them and other dimensions. Even other times. So this isn't exactly new. But still, she was always caught off guard when she ended up separated from the others. From Fai and Kurogane, from Mokona and Syaoran.

Which is why she just initially looks confused, worried almost as she glances around expectantly in figuring they had arrived here too if she had. They couldn't be far, right? She says Syaoran's name in question, in expectation that he would answer because he was always with her.

It's only then in her glancing around the room that she spots the other and that she registers the other was speaking. Sakura tilts her head, glancing down as if taking inventory of any potential injuries before giving a nod. Physically, she was fine. Aside from being rather lost and unsure where or when she was, exactly. As much as she was used to Mokona getting them from world to world to find her feathers. Her memories.]

[dereban]

Thank god for that, at least--

[ Inaba sags her shoulders and finds herself sighing in what seems to be a mixture of emotions, most of them relief. She has absolutely no idea where she came from, and while her instincts, her curious mind tells her that she should probably ask, she has a feeling that the answer is just going to confuse her even further. ]

Do you need. . . help, with something?

[featherings]

I...um, well. I just got here. I was with my friends, but. I need to see if they're here too, somewhere.

[Sakura explains, not yet introducing herself in her disoriented state, for all that she was used to this. Sort of. She shifts then, as if intending to stand to go and look immediately, as if expecting her friends might just be in the next room or something. Though even with this she still might not seem as confused by this as Inaba might expect, somehow, for her just suddenly appearing like this.]

I have to find them!