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Characters: GIR, anyone else
Content: GIR arrives in Paixao
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Insanity abounds

GIR didn't know where he was but he was not on his couch watching Happy Funland which is where he should have been. In case his master needed him. For THE MISSION. And that was everything GIR cared about. What he'd been PROGRAMMED to care about. Who cared more about THE MISSION than him and maybe his master? Well, sometimes he cared more about TV. And tacos. Where was his taco? GIR checked his stomach compartment. PIGGY! Thank goodness Piggy was still there. GIR didn't know what he'd do without Piggy. But where was his taco? Where was the couch? Where was the TV? Where was--

GIR gasped.

"Master? Master? MASTEEEEEEEER!"

No master.

GIR was hungry.

"Excuse me. Excuse me, little fella? Are you lost?"

GIR looked up. A fat human female! He wasn't supposed to talk to humans when master wasn't around, female, male, or otherwise. But he often did anyway.

"My taco is lost. I lost my taco. Lost taco. Taco lost. WHERE IS MY TACOOOOOOOO?" Hunger made GIR latch to the woman's thigh. SHE COULD KNOW where tacos were!

The woman was beginning to look alarmed. Either alarmed or violently ill. Sometimes human faces were too complicated.

"Well...no, dear, I don't know where your tacos are..." Her fleshy human hands shoved at him, trying to push him off. "But maybe in Paixao--"

Pie? PIE?!

"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" And GIR was off running toward the gate he'd only just noticed.

"Wait! Your journal--!"

If he heard, he didn't turn back until he was in the city limits.

Now where to find pie?

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Another day, another gate. And still no other Turks. Not that he was eagerly awaiting the arrival of any of them. He wasn't quite cruel enough to wish any others here when it would mean they were just as stuck as he was. It would however, mean that there'd be someone to share the workload.

And for that, yeah, he'd be tolerably okay with getting someone else stuck in the place. So until such time as Rufus strictly forbade him from doing so, he'd just keep checking the gates on a more-or-less regular basis.

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"Oooooooh." GIR had never seen a city like this. Well, except maybe in pictures. Or on the Travel Channel. There'd been a city JUST like this on the Travel Channel, in some place called Swifferland and they were famous for CHOCOLATE! Maybe there was chocolate here! And pie, and tacos too! GIR saw no reason why he couldn't have all three at once.

Bumping into the legs of another human, GIR fell back on his rump and stared up. "Is that your heeeeeead? Why is it on fire?"

((ooc: he's in the doggy suit right now))

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Okay, so Reno had to admit that were some damned strange things in the city. Or at least things that he wouldn't have thought possible before he'd arrived. Small green dogs, on the other hand, were still pretty strange, especially when they seemed to be able to talk. Not that talking animals were strange. After all, Reeve had that cat-doll of his and there was that lion-thing that had been following Strife around. However, neither of those had been green.

"Never seen a red-head b'fore?"