<i>Like the giddy school girl that she is, Ashley spun around with a grin on her face. She waved politely to everyone she walked past. She arrived at the counter, pondering on what to do next, probably not thinking about the words that were coming out of her mouth right now.</i> &quot;Hi, my name is Ashley! I'll have a...&quot; <i>Then she did the worst thing anyone could do, which was try to figure out what to order right when she arrived at the counter. It took her a few seconds to realize it, but she was already there. She might as well go through with it.</i> &quot;Actually, what do you recommend?&quot;

<i>A young white girl in her teens skips into the mall, inadvertedly carrying two shotguns on her back and grenades on the belt that's keeping hold of her skirt. Despite the cold weather, she doesn't really feel too shocked by it.</i> &quot;Ah, the weather's pretty nice this time of day. Though, maybe I should've brought an outfit that covers more, I feel a breeze on me...&quot; <i>Though at least she wasn't blonde enough to not comment on it. She chooses to blend into the crowd in order to try and actually shop for things, maybe even find something close to a McDonalds nearby.</i>

<i>Just then, a random door in the middle of nowhere blocked by the world's most strongest drawer got slammed open, and out came a random teenage white girl, panting heavily.</i> &quot;...I have nothing else to say except almost everyone from the universe I come from is edgy. I couldn't learn from them though. The most I could do is yell this hot guy's name a bunch of time until he saved me.&quot;

<i>The looks from the staff were at first normal to Ashley, as it wasn't too different from the looks she got back when she got lost in Spain. Though she did seem a bit shocked when the young man had arrived to recommend an order to her.</i> &quot;Oh gosh, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with my makeup? Ugh, I knew I missed a spot...&quot; <i>It seems she had forgotten all about the potentially destructive things that she was carrying, as she was more occupied with literally everything else. Though during her little situation, something popped in her head.</i> &quot;Wait, I know I shouldn't be asking you this, but where AM I? I am somewhere close to the United States of America, right? I sure hope so, my dad's still worried about me not coming home yet.&quot;

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<i>Ashley spotted the Wild Duck Burger with a bit of a curious glance, absentmindedly twirling her short hair before saying things to herself even though nobody was really around her.</i> &quot;Huh, Wild Duck Burger? Is it...foreign? I'm just not going to think about it. I recently left from Spain, why would I expect to immediately see anything American in sight just by walking a few hundred miles?&quot; <i>With that out of the way, she made her way towards the Wild Duck Burger, not getting the hint that busting in with guns and grenades would seem a bit suspect even with someone of her stature.</i>

<i>Ashley had a blank smile on her face, with her eyes being the thing that tells the amount of shock that she is in, which is actually a hefty lot.</i> &quot;Wait, what? This isn't America? This is <b>Tokyo?</b> How'd I end up in Tokyo?&quot; <i>She began to fidget around before just now noticing the weapons of destruction in her posession.</i> <i>She looked at them in slight confusion, pondering for a minute. Of course, it only made her a bit more anxious on the inside, she at least remembered what happened.</i> &quot;Oh wait, I know what happened! I-have no idea! Though I do remember some guy who sold me this stuff. Well, it's less 'sold' and more so 'give away for free'. If you don't know, stuff like this is actually pretty normal in America, we just don't carry it around...that'd be awful.&quot; <i>All this thinking for her little brain is making her exhausted, and the thing she wants the most is her food, so she just slumps a bit in defeat.</i> &quot;Goddesses, demons, mystical warriors? All of this is making me stressed...I just want to go home now, can I get my food?...with ranch...&quot;

<i>She got the tray and sighed on cue, as if she really was about to threaten some poor workers for a whole $10+ meal. Though, despite all of this, she really was relieved that she didn't have to pay. Her wallet was back home and all she had was some spare (and most likely obselete) Spanish currency.</i> &quot;Thanks for the food! I would've been so much more relieved to not know that this wasn't happening to me, but that's the luck that I have in my life. By the way, you do take-out? I might need to ask Siri the quickest way back to the other side of the continent, and I'd feel better with take-out anyways...&quot;

<i>Ashley merely took a glance at Amaya and is already experiencing some heavy deja-vu. Maybe it's her just being American, but she doesn't really see a red-head every day of the week, much less one that's hanging out with what seems to be a little pink fox girl.</i> &quot;Heh, that's a bit weird. Is this what that clerk was talking about?&quot; <i>was what she had quietly mumbled to herself. She took out her phone and asked Siri the nearest way to some kind of shelter like an apartment or something before looking back at Amaya.</i> <i>Of course, at this point, Ashley's just a bit too tired to talk to anyone else. A big wave of information had just hit her, and she didn't really want to talk to anyone at the moment, instead focusing on trying to make due with the situation. Holding a hand gun, she did a weird but polite half-wave half-salute and went about her way.</i>

I really don't want to know what's behind that. Edit: Whoever <spoiler>&quot;someone&quot;</spoiler> is I hate them &gt;:(<div class='edited'>(edited by leon-help)</div>