"... What?!" Stelle cried, drawing closer to her reflection. "I'm... I'm March?!"
The squeaky tone that came out of her mouth DEFINITELY belonged to her best friend. She stared at her visage, stunned that March 7th mimicked her expression, even her movements as she gingerly lifted her shaking right hand to her face. She felt the weathered material of March's archer glove brush across her cheek, watched the cloth of March's self-proclaimed Trailblazer uniform move along with her.
"H-Herta...?" Stelle called, glancing around, doing her best to ignore the pink locks that framed her vision. She... definitely wasn't anywhere that resembled the Simulated Universe anymore. She wasn't even in Herta's office- no longer even on the Herta Space Station!
This... this was March's bedroom. On the Astral Express. In space, judging by the view from the window. The plushies, the photos literally everywhere, the snacks... it was exactly as she'd left it the previous evening, after she and the archer had finished their "tea time" (a time-honored tradition which consisted of bubble tea, sugary snacks, and whatever gossip the girls gathered over a given week).
"Herta!" Stelle called out louder through her shrill vocal cords. She was again met by silence. Her eyes ran across March's mirror again, hammering home the fact that she, somehow, was inhabiting her friend's form.
An occurrence called "A New Life." "Yes" as the only available option. No text, no fanfare, she just suddenly somehow landed in her best friend's bedroom, in the girl's body.
Some new update this was!
Okay, okay. She needed to keep calm. She'd definitely been in the Simulated Universe before she woke here. Everything was normal until she chose to enter that Occurrence domain. Logically, that's where she still was. She had to be. There was a lot one could say about Herta, but one thing that was for certain was that she'd never push through anything that she didn't have very firm control over, or that she couldn't at least monitor.
... And Stelle really hoped she was right about that.
Logically, there were a few things Stelle could try. She could venture into the rest of the train to see if she could find Herta, or at the very least, find some of the familiar elements that would assure her that she was still within Herta's simulation. She could also simply wait in March's room and see if shouting for Herta got her anywhere - that seemed doubtful, but maybe she'd get through eventually. Regardless, she had to try something!
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