Euphemia li Britannia

Flynn! What is this?

[Her video pans down to a picture of the knight.]



[A few minutes later she adds:] I really should have filtered that to him. There are so many photographs. Has anyone seen any of me?

(OOC: Feel free to find any of these photos of her: 1 2 3 4 5 6.)

[There is a big, bright room decorated for a little girl with small, white furniture, an array of toys, dolls, a closet stuffed with dress up clothes, and pink as far as the eye can see. It would be perfect for a little princess and, in fact, it is home to one.

Euphemia sits there at a table filled with miniature treats and, of course, tea. She's much younger than you'd remember her, but that doesn't mean she won't remember you. She might just gloss over the details. Stuffed animals are sitting on some of the other seats as she rambles on to them about many things from importance of brushing their teeth to how nice Mr. Bear looks in his top hat.

Everything about the room is perfectly suited to hold a child's interest forever. She just needs some more people to play with and then she'll never have any reason to leave. Which is exactly what she wants.]

( OOC )

[She finished dinner not long ago and just like every meal she'd had since coming here, she wasn't hungry before eating it. She didn't even think about eating except when Lelouch would mention it. And while everything tasted good, she found herself eating less and less each time.

There were other strange things too. Everyone else always felt so much warmer when she touched them. And then there were the dreams or were they memories? Suzaku holding her hand. The medical equipment...

She's been here about three weeks now, and it's getting harder to ignore that something is different.]

Hello, everyone, I've heard a few things about people coming here who are not...alive anymore where they come from. I was just wondering what that's like if someone wouldn't mind talking about it.