Badfic Manor

[There's a quiet sob from the top of the stairs on the third floor. Aoko had been on her way to the kitchens for food, but she'd been sidelined by thoughts of her father, and just couldn't go any further. She ran upstairs as far as she could go, to try and hide so people wouldn't see her crying, unable to bring up the effort to go any further, or to go back into her room which she'd been hermited in nearly all week. So she's curled in a ball on the top step, looking small and lost and upset, and crying her eyes out as quietly as she can.]

...Daddy...

[There's a whole host of things Aoko could be doing right now; foremost among them is panicking at her apparant kidnapping, or perhaps storming off into the corridors wielding a mop and demanding answers from her captors (but that mostly sounds silly and she'd probably never be able to hit them if they'd managed to kidnap her without her noticing, anyway). What she's actually doing is admiring the dress she's in. She's never owned anything quite so nice; it's ankle-length in a lovely shade of green, and quite unlike the style of clothing she normally wears. Whoever kidnapped her has very good taste.]

[...and it's tailored to fit, which is kind of creepy.]

[So it's with a worried look that Aoko peers out into the corridor, and an even more worried look when she sees the nameplate on her door - the nameplate with her name on it, beautifully done. This... can't be good, right? She's a little bit less worried when she sees that other doors have nampelates on them in the same style... but she still hasn't seen anyone. Is this a ghost mansion?]

[Aoko picks up the hem of her skirt a little, and holding it on both hands, tiptoes off towards the stairs cautiously.]

[ooc: Aoko will be making her way downstairs and probably out to the gardens to explore;. Feel free to bump into her!