>>6089928>>6089933>>6090095>>6090125>>6090445[Sorry for the delay. For player reference, here are the timeline sources of events here:
https://jojowiki.com/Timelinehttps://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Timeline/JoJosBizarreAdventureWe as the MC may not know or recall all details correctly, even if known, but OOC it should help plan what choices you may want to make.]
You just woke up from one life-or-death encounter. It would be wise to not bite the hand that feeds you. And whatever her true nature is, Enya is at least *acting* nice. That counts for something. You try to remember either of your own grandmothers. The nice one passed when you were a baby and the one that lived was mean and barely acknowledged, much less liked, your existence.
<span class="mu-i">"Of course I know about you, Madame Geil."</span> There are bags under your eyes, but you remember to narrow them a bit to make your smile look realer. <span class="mu-i">"I cannot name any who knows more about the occult than you! And with such a versatile and potent stand as Justice, too - I'm envious. I don't suppose you're open to apprenticeship?</span>
Enya thins her lips and leans on her cane. You are vividly remembering the part in Stardust Crusaders where she thinks about brutally dismembering the titular crusaders as she puts on a sweet act. Let's not think about that. The less you dwell in your knowledge, the better. You've done nothing to earn her ire like that.
"Oh, please. You flatter an old woman. With the truth, mind you! But you've only just gotten here. And haven't even touched your breakfast yet!" She waggles the cane at the seat and table.
<span class="mu-i">"Yeah...um, first things first, right. Thank you. For the food and...hospitality."</span> There's something very basic you're missing. <span class="mu-i">"Oh! Uh, can I ask what day it is today? And the time--"</span> You see an old clock resting against the wallpaper. It says the time is 9:31 a.m. <span class="mu-i">"Well, the date. I don't know how long I've been out."</span>
"Why, it's the 13th of June, and the year is 1987!" With surprising deftness, Enya pulls out and unfolds your hoodie from where she'd quietly snatched it. "That would be...damn this small text on the tag...ehhh...made in Thailand, 2024...Oh my. 37 years before you got this drab thing." She throws your hoodie onto the foot of your bed. "Now, Itsaso, was it? Eat your fūl before it gets cold. It's beans, it's good for you. I'll show you around Lord DIO's mansion after that. Better me than any of those..." Speak of the devil. A crash and some arguing from downstairs (the only word you can make out is "Reagan") finds its way to the floor you're on. A glint of exasperated rage flashes in her eyes. Your imagination leaps to project who could be down there. "I'll be back. The bathroom's to your left next door. Nice meeting you!"
After you finish breakfast, you wrap your hoodie around your waist and wash up in the bathroom...
>(Write-in: finalize appearance details like hair color/length, eye color, & any miscellaneous marks.) 