[b]CHIYU SHOUKEI[/b]

The Archery Club really seemed excited for something that Shoukei wasn't even sure would come about. She did say she'd try, but that didn't mean it was going to 100% happen. Aah, she'd gone and given people false hope again. That was bad, but she pushed those negative feelings out of the way. She could try and dwell all she wanted on it, but it wouldn't change stuff, and besides, she needed to focus on talking to the rest of the clubs. A quiet sigh left her mouth as she turned away from Hoshitani and the others; this was seriously going to take a while. She'd just have to squeak her way back to the door and-

Eh?

[i]What the hell?[/i]

Ehh?!

Shoukei's head whipped back and forth, eyes widened in shock. Her long pink hair was floofing about already, the jerky motions very representative of how she was feeling. Where was the door out of the archery practice room? She blinked her eyes. Nothing had changed at all. Everything around her was a strange blue ... elevator? The rumbling of the floor beneath her suggested a downward motion, and she certainly was feeling a bit more weightless than usual. The assumption stuck in her mind as she quickly studied the surroundings; there were certainly things that she'd find in some fancy hotel elevator.

But none of that explained why she was in some blue ... velvety elevator with a host of other people!

She pinched herself roughly on the cheeks with both hands. Aaarck, that hurt. She wouldn't be pulling as hard next time, she decided, her hands rubbing against the soft, reddening skin. Okay, this was a reality she was seeing, unless it was a really, really, really deep hallucination. It'd explain why she could see Hoshitani in the same position, unchanged from the archery gear, but she recognised some of the others too - like that disciplinary committee woman.

[i]And how is the elevator even fitting us all?[/i]

She wondered why she'd so quickly accepted the elevator thing. She didn't know either. The treasurer closed her eyes and cradled her head in her hands, releasing a long, frustrated sigh. This was not her day. Was she really dreaming? The pain from earlier wasn't helping her prove that. She pulled her hands away, opening her emerald eyes once more. Nope. It wasn't a dream. She was still in this weird yet strangely familiar elevator, and the other students were hanging around too.

[i]I'm pretty sure I've played this [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZqZT9jXHLg]video game[/url] befo-[/i]

The elevator halted.

Screens. A couch. A girl in a kimono. Lots of blue.

This was a dream. She had to be sure of it. But it felt so real, no matter how ethereal everything was. Even if she wasn't somebody who remembered her dreams that well, this looked exactly like what she had experienced during those weird sleep cycles. And yet it wasn't a dream, because she could feel herself breathing, feel herself tasting the air, feel the beat of her surprisingly-not-panicking heart, and it all told her that everything was real.

Her eyes too.

The eyes trained on the approaching brunette girl. Shoukei quietly wondered why the bells. But there was a nagging question inside her, one that she wasn't sure if she should-

"[color=DE6FA1]Aren't you supposed to be a guy?[/color]" the pink-haired girl blurted out suddenly, the question leaving her mouth before she could even think things through. Aaah, crap, she'd gotten panicked and lost in the weirdness and yet that was still the first question she had to ask!

And someone else'd already beaten her to the punch too!