https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvulxN8hY6o

[stabber]

i sat here for like ten minutes trying to figure out a witty opening to this but just go ahead and write it....out....

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i wrote too much i'm so sorry sobbb

[flowerclip]

[For someone who's slept on a floor for a decent time of her life, waking up on a lawn chair was a bit of an improvement.

Waking up in a lawn chair in front of a house in a place that was CERTAINLY not Melbourne, and probably not even Australia, ISN'T.

She pulls herself off the chair and cracks her back, looking down at the keys that had fallen to the ground when she stood. It's safe to assume they probably belong to the house behind her.

A moment of dilemma comes and goes (does she try to open the door? Does she run screaming down the street for help?) before Petunia walks to the front door, stopping just short of knocking when she notices the envelope with her name.

Papers and weird looking phone deice thing has now been placed in her inventory.

The papers are read.

And re-read.

And re-read again just to make sure.

She didn't remember signing a lease. What was this about a family? What was a credit card?? What was this about a family?

A pinched herself three times in various places on her arm before deciding this wasn't a dream.

It took another 5 minutes of quiet panicking before Petunia finally got around to actually trying to get into the house. Just walking in seemed rude, even if it was supposedly her house, and there was supposed to be someone else living there. What if she was walking into some kind of weird trap?

Petunia decides to knock instead. And won't stop until the door is answered.]