[Mahiru spends a disproportionate amount of time walking in and out of the shops, leaving with almost nothing. She can be seen in the candy shop for several minutes on end, looking particularly sad at the gummies.]
Don't they have a brand without any citrus flavors? [Not quite bratty or actively disappointed, the absence instead makes Mahiru almost wistful.]
B: Train (everywhere)
[She's kind of surprised that with a decent number of people in the park, almost none of them are taking the train; but, hey, if that means there's no line she won't complain. When the train is aboveground, a flash shows.]
Really wish we could get on that ferris wheel... [But barring the instances where other people nag her, Mahiru keeps her feet firmly planted on the ground as she strives to document her surroundings.]
C: Barracks + Mess Hall
[Of course Mahiru staggers out from her bedroom, bandages left on, clutching the camera hanging around her neck. She also tries to make breakfast first thing and returns for lunch after she's exhausted of pleasant street. But before making dinner in the evening, she comes back into the mess hall almost an hour before the sun sets, and sits at a table to pore over her digital camera's cache. Maybe that pencil and paper was in her personal possessions; more likely it's some pilfered souvenir stationary and pen.
She taps her pencil thoughtfully around the right side of the paper.]
But what was in the house of horrors...?
[Ah. So, it's a map. She has a pretty sparse one at first, not really having time to personally go into every single ride. Why not lend her a hand in fleshing it out?]
Mahiru Koizumi
[Mahiru spends a disproportionate amount of time walking in and out of the shops, leaving with almost nothing. She can be seen in the candy shop for several minutes on end, looking particularly sad at the gummies.]
Don't they have a brand without any citrus flavors? [Not quite bratty or actively disappointed, the absence instead makes Mahiru almost wistful.]
B: Train (everywhere)
[She's kind of surprised that with a decent number of people in the park, almost none of them are taking the train; but, hey, if that means there's no line she won't complain. When the train is aboveground, a flash shows.]
Really wish we could get on that ferris wheel... [But barring the instances where other people nag her, Mahiru keeps her feet firmly planted on the ground as she strives to document her surroundings.]
C: Barracks + Mess Hall
[Of course Mahiru staggers out from her bedroom, bandages left on, clutching the camera hanging around her neck. She also tries to make breakfast first thing and returns for lunch after she's exhausted of pleasant street. But before making dinner in the evening, she comes back into the mess hall almost an hour before the sun sets, and sits at a table to pore over her digital camera's cache. Maybe that pencil and paper was in her personal possessions; more likely it's some pilfered souvenir stationary and pen.
She taps her pencil thoughtfully around the right side of the paper.]
But what was in the house of horrors...?
[Ah. So, it's a map. She has a pretty sparse one at first, not really having time to personally go into every single ride. Why not lend her a hand in fleshing it out?]