Jiro blinked, looking up at the sky. The sky...? Why would he be looking at the sky? The last thing that he remembered was heading out to drink with some colleagues, and though it wasn't a [i]common[/i] thing for the salaryman to not remember the rest of the night, it was by no means the first time... so how on Earth was it that he was waking up by all appearances in a grassy field looking up at a bright blue sky, with a cloud drifting here and there? He'd been in [i]Tokyo,[/i] and that certainly wasn't as peaceful as this.

Correction: as peaceful as this, though it might still have a violinist somewhere in the vicinity.

It was at this point that the uncomfortable nature of Jiro's position became quite noticeable. At least three body parts were protesting the weight, slight as it was, pressing down on them, and twisting around to [i]look[/i] revealed quite a few things. Right, so somehow last night had led to becoming a girl... something that had never seemed possible, but a developing vague recollection of bright lights suggested that it hadn't been entirely by [i]choice[/i]. So... reincarnation? But wasn't that supposed to start from the beginning, not just dump you into things as a young girl with body parts that shouldn't exist...?

Jiro shook her head, getting to her feet now. At the least, she hadn't come back as a cricket or something, and kept all her skills. Maybe if this place had offices too, getting a job would be easier in the future... but first, maybe the musician over there would know where to go to get a meal? Or maybe have a mirror or something?

Getting closer, it was clear that the violinist was [i]very[/i] fancily dressed. So, rich then? Great, he'd [i]definitely[/i] know where to get something to eat, and Jiro tapped him on the soldier.

"Hey, where can get a bite ta eat?"