Charlotte

Charlotte is an NPC on Penacony, located in the Golden Hour. She appears only after completion of The Planet Of Festivities and Six Alfalfa Credits.
==Profile==
(To be added.)
==Location==
==Achievements==
==Character Mentions==
==Voice Lines==
;(Version 1)
: "All I want to do is paint."
;(Version 2)
: "Dreams... Truly a wonderful canvas."
==Dialogue==
;(First interaction)
:Charlotte: ...
:Charlotte: Ah... I never imagined meeting other people out here. Hello.
: You don't seem surprised.
::Charlotte: I have been in the Dreamscape for a long time. I'm afraid nothing surprises me anymore.
: It's very dangerous here.
::Charlotte: Dangerous? I doubt so.
::Charlotte: I've been here for a long time. It's very safe in here... safer than the reality.
:Charlotte: As compared to the former hotel from before, I prefer this place... Alone with my canvas and paintbrushes.
: About your husband and daughter...
::Charlotte: Stop —
::The moment you mention her family, Charlotte instantly broke out of her shell.
::Charlotte: ...Sorry, but I don't wish to talk about this. As you can see, I am enjoying my solitude.
: If you can tolerate it, solitude isn't a bad idea.
::Charlotte: Tolerate? No, you got me wrong... I enjoy solitary.
:Charlotte: Painting is my life. The freedom to brandish my paintbrush and leave my personal mark in this world is a blessing and a...
:Charlotte: ...and a curse. As soon as my creativity wilts... only pain remains.
:Charlotte: Perhaps Pennie was right. I don't know how to love... and I'm not qualified to love.
:Charlotte's mood darkens. There is no regret in her eyes, only pure pain.
;(Continue on to dialogue options below)
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;(If Charlotte's Emotion is set to Calm)
:Charlotte: When I saw Wes and Pennie... I found it difficult to describe my feelings at that time.
:Charlotte: Maybe I will do another painting under the title, Kinship...
: Thank you.
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;(If Charlotte's Emotion is set to Angry)
:Charlotte: I don't wish to deal with the so-called critics and connoisseurs again — never.
: Thank you.
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;(If Charlotte's Emotion is set to Happy)
:Charlotte: The painting process always mesmerizes me, no matter what I'm painting.
:Charlotte: Every line drawn is a transcendence, and every time my brush touches the canvas, it takes me away from this uninteresting life.
: Thank you.
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;(If Charlotte's Emotion is set to Sad)
:Charlotte: My only wish is to paint in this empty Dreamscape alone quietly.
:Charlotte: Please don't tell anyone I'm here, all right?
: I'd like to have a chat with you.
::Charlotte: I... am not good with small talk, but if you insist...
:: What's your favorite work of art?
:::Charlotte: ...My favorite? I don't think there is.
:::Charlotte: For me, painting is an emergence and a mapping of life force. That's it.
:::Charlotte: Like how lives are filled with imperfections, my paintings are filled with flaws. My life isn't complete, so naturally, I can never create a complete artwork.
:::Charlotte: But there are also many people, including some critics, who view "flaws" as beauty — I'm grateful for their appreciation. But what are my works trying to express? What are they portraying? I don't expect anyone to genuinely understand them.
:::Charlotte: If I must pick a favorite... then it's probably the Paradise on Earth.
:: You care more about fame than family.
:::Charlotte: ...
:::Charlotte: Maybe you're right... Anyone who knows my background would probably feel the same way, right?
:::Charlotte: Even I thought so myself — I thought an artist's reputation was my ultimate pursuit, and gaining the recognition of others was the same as achieving happiness.
:::Charlotte: But was I happy? Perhaps for a short moment... but that warmth in my heart disappeared shortly after. After that, I'd rather lock myself up in a small hut and paint alone.
:::Charlotte: Later, I finally understood. I never knew what I truly wanted. All I can do now is to keep painting until the Dreamscape shatters and my life ends.
:: Why do you choose to stay here?
:::Charlotte: It's very quiet in here, and at least no one will disturb me — for now.
:::Charlotte: The Family will be back sooner or later, and the hotel will return to its busy state. This serenity will be broken some day, like how every good thing will disappear one day. Everything is a metaphor for another...
:::Charlotte: ...My apologies for saying such ridiculous words. As I told you, I'm bad with small talks...
:::Charlotte: If you don't mind, I wish to continue painting.
:: ...Bye.
:::Charlotte: Goodbye, stranger.
: Thank you.
::Charlotte: Goodbye, stranger.
===Clockwork===
: Activate Clockwork
::
:::The air surrounding Charlotte loses color.
:::Charlotte: Kinship... what exactly does it mean?
:::Charlotte: One thing I'm sure of... I love Wes and Pennie. But my love for them... seems different from the love people see.
:::Charlotte: Why must love become a shackle? Why must love bundle people together, forcing them to depend on each other so that they can ever take their eyes off each other for the rest of their lives?
:::Charlotte: When I saw Wes and Pennie... I found it difficult to describe my feelings at that time. I didn't want to hurt them, but I couldn't understand their toxic love too.
::;(First time)
::::Charlotte: Maybe I will do another painting under the title, Kinship... Have I shared too much with an outsider?
::::Charlotte: Please, take this. I hope you can keep this a secret... Especially don't mention a word to my family.
:::;(Obtain )
::;(Subsequent interactions)
::::Charlotte: Maybe I will do another painting under the title, Kinship...
::
:::The air surrounding Charlotte seems painted with colors, and it suddenly turns into an angry red.
:::Charlotte: I'm sick and tired of explaining my artwork to others.
:::Charlotte: Why are they always so obsessed with interpreting it? If there is nothing in my paintings worth analyzing... does that mean they are worthless?
:::Charlotte: I don't wish to deal with the so-called critics and connoisseurs again — never.
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:::The air surrounding Charlotte seems painted with colors, and it suddenly turns into a carefree yellow.
:::Charlotte: Do you know? I started painting when I was two... I couldn't even complete a sentence then.
:::Charlotte: While other kids were wailing and rolling on the floor, I had already learned how to express my feelings through paintings. And if my artwork couldn't convey them, I didn't bother to say them either.
:::Charlotte: I realized it in my early stage of life that my family and friends aren't going to be the ones that me to the very end, but this talent of mine will.
:::Charlotte: Every time I felt lost, I could find answers from painting. You seem... to be a very talented person, though I'm not sure what your talent is.
::;(First time)
::::Charlotte: I hope you'll value your talent and use it to do something you'll not regret. Take this — I don't need it anymore.
:::;(Obtain )
::;(Subsequent interactions)
::::Charlotte: I hope you'll value your talent and use it to do something you'll not regret.
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:::The air surrounding Charlotte seems painted with colors, and it suddenly turns into a sad violet.
:::Charlotte: I always have a wish... I want to paint the city of my innermost dreams — the way it truly should be.
:::Charlotte: But I can't — I've no issue painting something far more abstract than a city, but this is the only thing where I cannot put my ideas into action.
:::Charlotte: For a dream, I abandon all reality. But what now? I seem to own everything, yet I seem to have nothing.
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