[ This isn't a curse that's completely foreign to Gracia. In fact, she was affected by it a long time ago! So it's not that big of a surprise to wake up with a larger frame, longer hair, the shape of her face losing some of its youthful round curves. Say hello to a early-30's Gracia! Who looks more or less like this, except with green eyes and not-so-frowny facial expressions. I mean, c'mon. Been there done that, TIME TO ENJOY THIS MOMENT.

Also, it helps that she's retained her memories. So really, the change is only physical in nature. Still pretty immature, yeahup.

Gracia waves at the SFC as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She laughs giddily, the barking of her dog Futon in the background. ]

Ooh, this curse! I remember it very well! [ She seems to be carrying something towards the park. The movement is shaky, as she's placed the recording device atop all the boxes she's carrying - of course it had to boxes - but it's definitely something to wonder about. What is she up to this time? ] I became older back then too. Oh, this time it's going to be a wonderful new experience altogether! I know what to do, and I know what to say, and it will be so fun to watch everyone as children!

[ She sets the boxes down, giving the network a worms-eye view of Gracia's face as she bends. ] I'll take good care of my friends, I promise! Even though they could be much younger now, I'll still look out for them! [ Y'know, they could also have aged up but...yeah okay whatever. ]

[ She sits down on the grass by the park and stars opening the boxes. Unaccustomed to long hair, Gracia twists it to the side and occupies herself with tearing the wrapping. It doesn't take a while to discover what the boxes are: a beginners firework making kit. About five of them.

What. ]

My only worry is that Father and Motochika don't remember me anymore...I hope this curse ends before the wedding next week! [ She pouts as she starts to remove all the delicate equipment from the box without much...care. Was that gray powder supposed to spill? ] I've planned so much for them, they must remember that they're madly in love and are going to...to, um...what was that saying in the book?

[ A pause. ]

Oh, yes! That they're going to "knot-tie!" Such funny metaphors for weddings! I'm glad I did my research!

[ And before the recording ends...Gracia's finger produces a flame that she uses to tentatively light up the end of a frazzled looking wick. ARE YOU SURE THAT IS A GOOD IDEA reactions are welcome. Please. ]

Let's see...I'm supposed to light this up so that this other piece of firework will explode...right?

[ The SFC ends when she accidentally allows an unfinished firework to spark up and hit the grass. Panic ensues. Very mature, yes. ]

[ The SFC lies on the counter, and Gracia looks into the feed with a rather displeased frown, both hands on her hips. What is important to take note of, dearest Vatheonites, is the fact that the entire kitchen wall (as evidenced by the pots and pans hanging on a plastic rack) is splattered almost completely with chocolate. Dripping, hot, melted chocolate. The wall is almost like a blank canvas that's been painted on with splats of milky brown.

Also, Gracia herself is covered with chocolate. Her face and her hair seemed to have received similar treatment; chocolate splatters from her left cheek all the way up to her forehead, to her nose, and then down to the half of her chin. Red hair tied up in a ponytail only served to have the chocolate drip down to her shoulder, which one can only assume to mean that even her purple apron and the clothes underneath it, were somehow soiled too.

What in the world was she doing before she decided to switch on her SFC? ]

[ She leans forward and begins speaking, as if the kitchen of her new apartment wasn't a victim of a mini chocolate nuclear bomb going off.

Gracia sounds very ticked off when she speaks. ]

To the people who are angry at my Father, Akechi Mitsuhide, for kicking me out of our home, please stop feeling that way towards him! He did not kick me out! He only suggested that I leave, and after a while, I came to the conclusion all on my own, that I had to go. [ She points an accusatory finger at the SFC. ] So you must apologize to Father for this misunderstanding! I went to live on my own because I chose so, not because he forced me! To think that you would ever believe his gentle heart to be capable of such a thing...!

[ She starts swaying around, almost beginning another one of her Mitsuhide-is-amazing-and-is-the-best-man-in-the-whole-world speeches, but she only sighs this time around, and shakes her head. When her expression changes to disappointment, she makes no eye contact with whoever is watching the video feed. Instead, it seems this disappointment is aimed towards herself. Was she holding a wooden spoon...that had a burnt handle? ]

I must apologize as well. Maybe it was from my previous post that people assumed my Father forced me to leave...or it was something that I said, and I didn't realize that I said it. [ She rubs at the back of her neck (her arm is covered in chocolate. The chocolate is, in fact, beginning to dry now.) ] I'm very sorry. I shouldn't be mad at anyone but myself. I seem to be unable to control or remember what I say or do when I'm upset. I only realized this now! [ Gracia attempts to chuckle, but it only comes out halfheartedly. She takes a deep breath, and smiles now, wide and bright! ]

So that's all I wanted to tell you! If you thought Father made me leave, then let me tell you now that he would never do such a thing! He is far too kind and far too wonderful to force anyone to do anything they would not want to do. I chose to leave on my own!

[ She waves at the SFC, with the same hand that holds the burnt wooden spoon............. ] Now I have to go and finish what I'm making! I hope I didn't scare anyone with how I began this post -- !

[ CLANK. She takes a step back, as something fell from the ceiling. When Gracia disappears from the feed to pick up the mystery item, she reveals that it's no special mystery item at all. It's the lid of a metal pan. Gracia blinks and examines it silently, then looks up at the ceiling. ]

Oh, so that's where it went...

[ BASICALLY THE WHOLE SCENE LOOKS LIKE THIS. SO GRACIA. ROOMMATE. DOESN'T SOUND SO BAD NOW, DOES IT? ]