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After what had been an interesting but otherwise mundane conversation she had eavesdropped on at the manor, Agatha thought it might be time to step outside the bounds of the old building and its garden. Nobody had come looking for her, and she'd read through enough books that she felt like she could make decent headway on expanding her knowledge of the surrounding area.

That cursed pen was tucked into a small purse that hung over her shoulder as she stepped out of one of the side entrances of the manor, waiting until she heard the sound of water running, which meant Aloysius would be unable to catch her exit. The night air was brisk, sending a slight shiver through her as she looked around. The sound of crickets or birds was absent, due to the cold, possibly, she thought.

That woman had left not long ago, but she saw no sign of her yet, something that left her almost perturbed. It didn't matter much as she focused on the path ahead, keeping out of sight of the windows that she knew led to the rooms of Desiree, Liam, and Aloysius. Only one of the three could be accounted for, and even if Liam had told her she could wander freely, she preferred to have as little of her business poked into if she could manage it.

Once she cleared the tall hedges and iron gate, she felt an invisible weight lift off her shoulders. While she hadn't been trapped, she had never really felt that way at the manor; something about being outside and unimpeded felt as if it settled something that remained, even if the memory related to the feeling was still missing.

Noticing the gesture, she responded in kind as she approached. This was the woman she'd seen approaching the house, the one who looked vaguely familiar even if she wasn't sure why. If they were part of Aloysius's team, then perhaps she'd seen the woman in a picture on Liam's phone or in some other way.

Taking a look at the car, something that she'd been in but still wasn't sure about, she noticed something odd between the tire and the woman's foot. Pulling a hand up to fix a loose strand of hair that was by her eye, she stopped her approach at what felt like a reasonable distance. Something she was noticing was ignored when Liam and Aloysius assumed they were alone while she was going from the library to her room once more.

"Are you alright? I noticed you were stopped in the middle of the road." A simple question as she looked them over slightly, noticing nothing else that brought any new memories to mind.

Trailing her eyes down towards the ground, she looked again at the sharp-edged cube on the road. It looked like there was another one just behind the woman's heel as well. Odd things, something unfamiliar, but that wasn't a surprise to her. Finding things familiar was the more novel thing for her.

"Ah, yes, I go there sometimes to look through his collection of books. Sometimes I tend to lose track of time while researching things. I go by Agatha." Something she noticed, which after speaking she felt more, was that the way most talked seemed truncated in ways. Something she noticed was present in most of the people who spoke around the home, aside from the one she disliked most, Aloysius.

Without noticing it, or being wholly aware, the toe of her boot touched one of the cubes, and she found herself standing not on the road but on some sort of square with Sakura nearby.

In this new space, she leaned down a bit to pluck the cube up before noticing what the other said, dropping the cube as it seemed to be problematic if she was right about the meaning behind their words.

Yet dropping it seemed to be the wrong choice of action, and she felt herself being forced ahead and through invisible wall after invisible wall until it finally ceased, and she, alongside the cube, stood in a new square.

"What is this? And what do you mean by again?" Speaking not quite with much worry yet, given that the force didn't hurt her more, so it annoyed her with its insistence on her moving.

Then there was a sound, one she could not place at all, aside from it being animalistic. A growling vibration rolled through the air, and she narrowed her eyes, looking for the source yet seeing nothing.

"A gameboard? I see. I will keep that in mind." Agatha's face remained as neutral as it had been since the beginning, though a sparkle of interest gleamed in her eye as she watched the woman pull out one of those pens.

So they were, in fact, a senshi as she was under Aloysius. Though she didn't see the need to power up, and only noted that this woman seemed rather trusting to do so in front of someone she had no real knowledge of.

Picking the dice up, she rolled it once more and moved ahead at a pace that left her without that force rushing her along. Each square seemed uneventful until she made it the proper distance.

Now that she knew anything could happen, she pulled something from her hair, which let her bun fall loose and let her ombre hair down. The capped fountain pen she'd used to keep it up would be good enough for the moment.

Creatures appeared this time, small airborne ones with leathery wings, and she didn't hesitate to slash out at the swarm of them with the sharp pen in hand. While a few managed to slap and scratch at her, most of them gave her enough free space to pick the dice up to roll it once more.

"I see what you mean, annoying yet possibly harmful if caught unawares."

"So this is not an uncommon occurrence. How unpleasant."


With another toss of the die, it let her move ahead, and for each roll before she moved, it seemed like Sakura moved less each time. Whatever mechanism this die was seemed chance-based based but that wasn't something she enjoyed exactly.

What she liked even less was the loud crack and a feeling of unsteadiness before the floor beneath her gave way. It was cold, water from what she could tell at least, but she could still stay afloat on the parts of the tile that hadn't sunk. With her hair and skirts wet, it felt like she was being weighed down by lead.

Aside from that, everything so far seemed more inconvenienced than particularly harmful, though she could see how someone surprised might have inhaled the water in a panic. While she wasn't exactly scared, something those fragments provided her context on, she knew she'd had much more vexing situations before.

"The floor gave out, but otherwise I am unharmed." Calling out with a little more volume to account for the distance, she spied the die floating in the water and started to make her way over to it.

Taking in the information, she noted the need to enter in those terms for periods of the year in which these things would happen. Though even with the gaps in her time and memory, she was certain these occurrences hadn't been part of her life before hand.

Finally pulling herself up and out of the water enough to roll the die, she was pleased that the floor seemed to rise back up, and she could continue on even if she was still wet from the experience.

Moving forward, she was surprised to see she couldn't move ahead any longer. The light on this final square had her squinting and turning back to face the way she'd come, where Sakura was still coming along from.

It would be rude to leave, not that she knew exactly the mechanism or process to get out of here, that seemed to be something the other knew more about. So for now, she started the slow process of wringing out her lowest layer of skirt first.

"I believe I have reached the end."

It gave her time at least to dry off a little more. The only downside of her attire was how heavy it all was when wet, but with the bottom-most layer squeezed out, she felt a little less waterlogged.

From what she could see in the distance, nothing popped out at least, which seemed to be alright, but the luck of this gameboard seemed fickle, and she wondered if it was due to the other having been through it once before.

"With this coming to an end, you can at least retire to your home. I know I will have to dry these clothes a bit more properly when I get back to my home." Something that was supposed to be managed by Desiree before the end of the year.

Seeing that they made it to the square she'd been at last, she at least knew that when they returned to normal, their civilian clothes would be dry. A positive at least, but she rather enjoyed not yet having to deal with all that just yet.

"I can see you more clearly now, at least, just a bit further." And by now, she was working on wringing out her hair before wrapping it back up in a bun and fixing it in place with her capped pen once more. It wasn't perfect, but everything she'd had on her person was still accounted for, and that was something to keep in mind.