[ Yuna has been terribly quiet since waking up on the beach. For a long time, it was because... depression. She thought they had defeated Sin. What else could make something like this happen? The very same thing that had happened to him?

But as days go by and the situation gets clearer, she learns that Sin is not the case. Or, rather, can't be the only reason this has happened. Undead lords, they claim. Unsent. Perhaps this is Maester Seymour's doing in some way. Another trick.

It's only when she's handed her papers that she truly suspects this has nothing to do with Sin, Seymour, or even Spira at all. This is- Well. This card claims that she is a mermaid who has recently gained legs. And while she may feel like that, yes, this is when everything becomes clear.

Or... when everything gets extremely confusing. ]

... What?

[ It takes a little while, but Yuna finally begins to focus on this new adventure. It's crazy, everything's gone nuts, but she's ready to make the most out of it and get back home.

So, ever the team player, Yuna climbs into a row boat and sets out for this House of Commerce. And doesn't get far. It's not like anyone taught a young summoner how to lockpick, even though Rikku has certainly offered a time or five.

And now, her frustrations are starting to get the best of her. Because surely it can't be that hard! Put the sticks in! Wiggle them around! Break another one! Try again! ]

Oooh- [ She stands and tosses another broken one to the ground. ] Fine! Be that way! I'll just... find another way inside...

[ Oh no... Might have to climb... Well, she's already breaking and entering-- ]

[ After the disaster at the House of Commerce (because whatever happened there, it was probably a disaster for her in some form), Yuna goes back to doing what she knows, what she's skilled at. Part of her skills include laying the dead to rest, and this whole ordeal about the unsent has her admittedly worried.

While she doesn't feel well about pretending to be a mourner, she does so for the greater good. But once the boats reach them, once they're opened- It's hard to keep up the charade when the locals don't seem confused at all. Their murmurs about the water accepting the dead don't put her at ease either.

Her fingers brush against the scratch marks on one casket lid, imagining what this person must have gone through, that they must have been put in here alive... But none of this makes sense.

She looks to the water and stares into the darkness. Eventually, she walks forward, her feet sinking into the waves... and she keeps walking... ]

[ OOC: Something else in mind? Go ahead! I'm game! ]