Sparkling lights drown the room in color and make your eyes spin or is that from the alcohol? Your heart is pounding to the rhythm of the music, the dancing, the laughter, all of it. There’s movement all around you, the floor feels like it’s making you dance. Your feet can’t find purchase yet you still manage to stand. The party is overwhelming to your senses. Exhilarating! You find yourself forgetting the time and not caring. You hope it keeps going. The lights, the drinks, the dancing the laughter.
Lights. Drinks. Dancing. Laughter.
Li_hts. Drin_s. D_nci_g. La_gh_er.
_i_hts. D_in_s. D_n_i__. La__h_er.
_i_h_s. D___s. __n____. L_____er.
Everything goes black.
6th of Harvest Moon, 9990th Year of Champion’s Peace.
6:13 AM, Outskirts of Lurelin Village.
Mirai groaned as consciousness came back to her in waves. What happened last night? She briefly recalled flashes of a party of some sort but after a certain point, everything was a blank. Light shining against her eyelids prompted her to open them, an action she instantly regretted as she was immediately greeted by the blinding light of the early morning sun shining through the palm trees. Wait… Why was she asleep outside? She was staying at the inn not camping-
Panic surged through her and she sat up despite her aching head. Experience taught her that waking up in unfamiliar places meant one of two things:
Possibility A: Potion experiment gone wrong.
Possibility B: Someone just mugged her.
When she checked her pockets, her wallet was still there much to her relief. However, that relief was quickly replaced with distress when she realized something incredibly important was missing. Her twin waterskins, the large ones she carried on her hips, were nowhere to be found. Their contents, while fake, were still valuable to potential customers. Her entire product was gone. In their place was something that was definitely not hers.
It was a trumpet.
Why in the name of all the holy deities did she have a (very expensive looking) trumpet?! Did she steal it? Was someone looking for it? Was she going to get arrested?!
“WHAT?!” Her frustration finally burst and she screeched. The combined hangover and panic caused nausea to bubble into her stomach and she shot to her feet. From her new vantage point she could see she wasn’t the only one in this predicament. Three others were passed out nearby. They had all been sleeping in a tiny clearing between a cluster of palm trees right outside of the village. She could see the sun rising over the buildings, some fisherman leaving their homes to catch an early morning haul. Overall a beautiful scene soiled by four hungover idiots sleeping on the ground. Mirai would have loved to just ditch the group and go on a rampage finding her precious waterskins, but her immediate concern was toward her stomach.
“Get up! GET UP!” Mirari screamed again as she ran, tripping over her own feet as she went to empty the contents of her stomach behind a tree. Well, it sucked, but she felt a little bit better afterward. With her panic calming, her mind also was able to reason that, if they had all been at the same party last night then maybe one of them saw what happened to her waterskins. It'd be best to stick together for now. Who knows, they might even know where this trumpet came from. Satisfied with that logic, Mirai stumbled out from behind the tree to look over the others. She narrowed her eyes at them and with as tough a face she could muster said, “Do any of you remember what the hell happened last night?”