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[947 Beulah St.]

[It seems that Rin has received a couple of packages for her trouble. Having taken them into the living room, she opens the first one to find four costumes folded up. She takes them out one by one, regarding the first two with approval. There is a Santa costume, which makes her grin - she totally called that one. But this final one is a bit strange. She holds up the armor that seems to have come from a video game.]

Eh, what am I supposed to do with this? ♪

[...it's kinda cool though. She's tempted to go and model it, but instead, she'll open up the second package. A pair of winged glasses materialize over her eyes. The world statics and pixelates in her vision, but that's only the beginning. Try as she might, can't take them off. Frustrated, she starts messing with her hair.]

Ahhh, why?! I'm supposed to be done seeing false images! ♪

[and now that she looks at the box, she can't tell what the rest of the things in it are. They are a black-gray blur... she's just going to assume that they are the weapons from the same PV, The Cursed Glasses. But then, it could also be a monster.]

Damn it--

[she takes the risk and reaches inside. Gripping something metallic, she stands up and holds it in both of her hands with a big sigh of relief.

So now there's Rin holding a big-ass rifle in the living room, and if you're just entering, she'll probably point it at you, since she can't see clearly. What do, housemates?]

[Later; Library]

[Rin has at least ditched the weaponry, but now she's wearing the outfit that came with the glasses, and they still won't come off. At a loss, she drags her grumpy, scantily-clad butt to the library - because that's what she did in the song, right? Of course, she wanders around bumping into things, and when she finally locates the bookshelves and cracks open a book, she can't read shit.

...It's not that she didn't expect this, but she still groans loudly.]

This is hopeless. ♪

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[Mmm, that jealousy is like sweet, sweet honey. Rin's happy she went out, even if she does have a terrible migraine.]

But this outfit came with a huuuge rifle too! ♪

[never mind that it can only damage video game characters and is therefore mostly useless. DETAILS!!]

[Grr...stay calm, Miku. You are the better Vocaloid.]

Swords are better than guns anyway.

Ehhh, since when? ♪

[...casually sliding over to a reading table so she can sit down in her dizziness...]

Since forever.

[The Festival of Asylum PV does not count here.]

That's only because they're ancient history. ♪

I didn't mean that literally! They're just...cooler, okay?

But, you don't have it back. Who knows if you'll ever get it back... hee hee hee. ♪

[having put a hand on the table, Rin attempts to sit down

and completely misses the chair.]

WAUGH! ♪

[thud!!!

So much for playing it cool.]

[She'll just stare at her for a moment before pulling her up, and trying to guess at the source of her sister's sudden clumsiness. Hmm...what was it about "The Cursed Glasses" again...?]

...can you even see anything?

[pulling herself up while you stare Miku, geez, you're such a great help...]

Wha-what would make you say that? ♪

It was in the PV, right? And, well, you're not all that clumsy.

[She says the last one rather begrudgingly. You dance great, okay, you just stink really bad at breakdancing. Then again, she does too.]

[alas, we are not hip hop enough to be B-Girls....

And well, if Miku is going to begrudge her a compliment on her usual poise and grace, Rin supposes she'll have to begrudge her situation.]

... [sighs and smiles sheepishly] You're right, I can't see... ♪

[OTL.]

Can't you take them off, then?

[No, wait. If we're going by the PV here, then...oh, jeez. That's kinda unfair.]

Believe me, I'm working on it. ♪

Let me try.

[Going to tug on those glasses. Hard.]

-Wah!! ♪

[her head jerks forward with the glasses. way to give her whiplash, Miku!!]

[SHE'S TRYING TO BE A GOOD SISTER HERE!!

But anyway, that good, hard tug didn't work, so she just huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.]

How are we ever going to get them off?

In the song there was supposed to be a book that told you how. But that sort of thing couldn't be here after all, huh... ♪

...so what do we do now?

[Tentative poke.]