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paixaorpg2007-12-14 10:10 am
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Certainly Not Halloween Town [Active]
Character(s): Sally, Mia Fey
Content: Sally arrives in Paixao. Mia Fey arrives moments after.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: afternoon
Warnings: none
She wasn't certain how she had managed to get quite this lost. Just moments before, Sally had been picking herbs--she was running low on deadly nightshade, amongst other things--and what had been perhaps one wrong turn in the graveyard on her way back home had led to... This.
"This" being a large gate formed by two large trees, with a short line of blond-haired humans waiting to get in whatever was inside the gate. This certainly wasn't Halloween Town, and of what little she knew of the surrounding area, it wasn't that, either. Unless she had gotten spectacularly lost in an extraordinarily short amount of time, which didn't seem possible given she had not traveled for more than ten minutes.
As there was no other sign of a place which might help her, she fell into line to enter the gate. She peered at the city inside the gates as she waited. The entire place seemed to sparkle, and Sally couldn't help but be a bit awed at such a place. It was nothing like Halloween Town, that was certain.
"Name, please?" a man, presumably guarding the gate, asked, startling her out of her reverie.
"O-oh! It's Sally," the rag doll said, smiling uncertainly. "U-um, do you know where this is?"
"This is Paixao," the gatekeeper said, handing her a thin violet machine and a few papers. "That's your journal, and some information on the city. Enjoy your stay."
She was shooed into the gate before she could ask anything more. And now, alone, with nothing more than a strange machine, a brochure, and pockets full of herbs and thread, she stared at the city before her and had no idea what to do now.
If Jack were here, Sally thought, he would know what to do.
Content: Sally arrives in Paixao. Mia Fey arrives moments after.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: afternoon
Warnings: none
She wasn't certain how she had managed to get quite this lost. Just moments before, Sally had been picking herbs--she was running low on deadly nightshade, amongst other things--and what had been perhaps one wrong turn in the graveyard on her way back home had led to... This.
"This" being a large gate formed by two large trees, with a short line of blond-haired humans waiting to get in whatever was inside the gate. This certainly wasn't Halloween Town, and of what little she knew of the surrounding area, it wasn't that, either. Unless she had gotten spectacularly lost in an extraordinarily short amount of time, which didn't seem possible given she had not traveled for more than ten minutes.
As there was no other sign of a place which might help her, she fell into line to enter the gate. She peered at the city inside the gates as she waited. The entire place seemed to sparkle, and Sally couldn't help but be a bit awed at such a place. It was nothing like Halloween Town, that was certain.
"Name, please?" a man, presumably guarding the gate, asked, startling her out of her reverie.
"O-oh! It's Sally," the rag doll said, smiling uncertainly. "U-um, do you know where this is?"
"This is Paixao," the gatekeeper said, handing her a thin violet machine and a few papers. "That's your journal, and some information on the city. Enjoy your stay."
She was shooed into the gate before she could ask anything more. And now, alone, with nothing more than a strange machine, a brochure, and pockets full of herbs and thread, she stared at the city before her and had no idea what to do now.
If Jack were here, Sally thought, he would know what to do.
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Mia did a double-take, her mouth falling open in shock. The woman looked like a life-sized rag doll haphazardly sewn together. Her first thought was that it must be make-up, but looking closer...her skin actually looked like fabric, the stitching like real black thread. If it was make-up, it was extremely convincing.
C'mon, Fey, this is the afterlife, she chided herself. Who knows what kind of people you're going to meet here? The thought reassured her, and Mia was able to offer a sincere smile back, ducking her head apologetically for her rude reaction.
"I'm so sorry! I'm new here--I didn't mean to stare like that. I guess I do live here now. My name's Mia Fey."