maskormenace | paper 003 ☈ [video]

[A pensive Anita is sitting on the side of her bed, with a large frog plushie on one side and a frog-shaped pillow on her lap. She rests her elbows on said pillow, and rests her chin on her hands.]

Okay. I've been here for two months, and I don't think there's anyone who came from the same place as me around here. [It's probably a good thing because she kind of caused trouble back home, but the trade-off is that she doesn't have Nenene or her sisters with her.]

[She reaches out off-screen to get a bottle of milk from the top of her bedside table, and drains half of it in one go. Anita doesn't seem to know or care that she is now addressing everyone with a milk mustache.]

Anyway, I just wanna ask - how many of you are here with friends from home? Or enemies? Or...well, anyone who came from the world you know? I'm wondering if this world plays favorites with all the other worlds and universes out there.

...Oh, and I got a job with the police department. I'm a Junior Assistant Detective now, so my stationery-designing days are over. [Say hello to your tiny colleague, law enforcement folk. It's not as thrilling as being a bodyguard, but she'll take it if it puts food on the table.]

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[Anita grins widely.]

Exactly. Plus, the writer we work for gets invited to these big parties with lots of food, and sometimes gets food delivered to her doorstep.