ooc: Log
Who: Nanao, Fujiko, Jyabura, and anyone else aboard the SDC Submarine.
What: They've finally arrived to pick up Nanao!
Why: Because if Nanao stayed on the island any longer, there is a 99.7% it would suddenly be overcome with a massive amounts of explosions.
When: Mid-afternoon, a Saturday.
Where: The port of Momoiro/SDC Submarine!
Rating: PG-13, though it might get up to R for language.


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The wind was salty. It blew about her like a curious creature, gently prodding at her clothes and blowing at her raven hair, and she felt the hint of a smile on her face at the cool breeze across her skin. Intelligent blue eyes gazed out at an azure ocean from behind the thin frames of her glasses, staring out not necessarily at the waves, but rather through them. Somewhere, beneath the surface of the waters, salvation would rise up and welcome her. Soon, she would be free of this ridiculous place and be able to get to her Taichou.

A small cluster of pink petals were caught in the breeze and blew past her, as if to reiterate the purpose behind this voyage. It was not simply to get off of this island, but also to get to Kyouraku-taichou. He was out there, hopefully not too far away, and with any luck she would be able to get to him soon. The man named Jyabura had stated that the submarine was less than two hours away, meaning any second now the yellow metal hull of a submarine would rise up from the depths of the sea.

Any moment...

She found herself wondering what the ship would be like. Obviously, there were other individuals on the ship. What were they like? Was there, by any stroke of luck, anyone from her world there? The idea of seeing a friendly, familiar face lightened Nanao's heart a bit and she calmly readjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, eyes bright. But, she reminded herself, there was no reason to worry about that. Whatever would happen would simply happen, and there was no reason for her to be worrying herself with such details. No need to get ahead of herself...first things first, she needed to get off the isl-

"OH NO~! OUR LOVELY LADY IS LEAVING~!"

Oh no...they had found her. The falsetto shriek could only mean one thing: her "hosts/hostesses" would be on her in moments. If there was any sort of higher power, and it felt any pity for Nanao, the submarine would shoot from the water. That, or Nanao would suddenly be swallowed up by the earth. At this point, she was open to either option.

I'm not sure how I got here. I'm not even sure I care. What I do care about is getting out of this damned place.

I've landed in the world of the pink transvestites. It's some ridiculous island called Momoiro, where everything is pink, and I appear to be in some place called "Kamabakka Kingdom," which must be some sort of hideous joke because it is the EXACT LITERAL TRANSLATION OF THIS PLACE. This place is filled with transvestites. FILLED. Men in pink frocks and lace and lipstick and they keep pounding on my door and asking me how I do my hair and-

...

...I digress. The point is, I've already had to put security arrangements around my room in the form of Kidou and seals. I'm not sure how much longer I can stay in this place, but I certainly can't get on any of the ships that have come into port so far.

I've heard that my Taichou is here. With any luck, perhaps either his ship or Kira-san's ship will be able to find me and get me.

...please. Please come get me.