paixaorpg | Yes, this again. (Active/Open)

Character(s): Sara Sidle, Open
Content: Sara finds herself in paixao for the third. damn. time.
Setting: Near Vanaheim.
Time: Same time as this
Warnings: Sara's pissed at the 'anonymous' poster on her journal. There may be inappropriate words for Disney characters.

Sara sighed as she sat on a bench near the newest gate, back against the fake planter and legs sprawled across the length of the seat. She had already posted her 'happiness' to be back in this place on her journal, and now she was in a verbal spar with at least one person, and friendly conversations with a few others. It amazed her, every time, to see what faces would pop up in this city. Considering she wasn't phased anymore, the talking lion and the other Disney character didn't phase her, she just smiled and moved on, reminding herself to respond to them later.

Although, that anonymous asshat can shut up. She thought, making a face at her journal as she read his responses, ignoring the looks from passerby. She was glad she had been wearing a sweater when she showed up, considering these new rules that had sprouted up. She sighed and went back to her responses, wondering who would go wandering by next.

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The next person who came wandering by wouldn't be a particularly familiar one to her, but Grace knew Sara on sight. She couldn't remember the woman's name, as they had only spoken once and everything looked different from the perspective of a nine-foot-tall yellow-eyed feline creature. They saw the world a little differently than humans did. Not by much, but a little.

This time, Sara was Grace's height rather than several feet smaller. Grace paused in her walk. She'd taken to getting to know some of the city dwellers and she could forget the kindness this woman had shown to her. Knowing Sara wouldn't recognize her (though it was always possible she'd notice similarities in facial structure and voice), Grace approached cautiously.

"You look like you've heard about the bullshit new law they've placed on us recently." Which was true. Sara looked about as pissed off as Grace had been when she'd heard.

Right before the other woman spoke, Sara found herself winding up to throw her journal across the plaza near the gate. The anonymous asshole ended up being Marluxia. He was still in the city...although it seemed he had fallen out of favor with the rest of the Organization. She had been smirking about that. Served the asshole right.

When she heard the voice, she looked over, putting the journal back at her side. For some reason, she had been expecting someone different than the woman looking at her. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Yeah, that's just one thing bothering me, this time."

Grace couldn't blame the other woman for wanting to throw her journal. On several occasions, Grace had wanted the same thing, though she hadn't done it yet simply to offset cost of repairs. The little suckers were a mechanic's business, not a scientist's.

"You'd be joining the rest of us." She tried to remember just what had happened when they'd first met. Sara had helped Grace find a place to stay and explained the currency. What else...?

"Let me guess, other citizens are giving you other bullshit to contend with?"

"At least I'm in something mildly appropriate." She looked down, stuffing her journal in a pocket as she stood up. "Of course, I think my arms might cause scandal because they're showing." She was in a short sleeve shirt and jeans, considering she was dressed for the flight she never actually took.

"You could say that." She didn't know if she could consider Marluxia a citizen, or a visitor to the city, but she wasn't going to admit that to someone she just met.

"Better than most of us," Grace informed her, though she was by now smirking in return. Something about this city and its people had gotten her to loosen up a little. Or maybe that was the effect the Marine had given her over her last months on Pandora. Or it could have been lingering camaraderie from when she'd met this woman in her Avatar. Whatever the case, Grace didn't mind the company.

"Whoever runs this joint seems to like making things tough for the rest of us. Even the ones who live here are tough nuts."

But Grace was one of the toughest.

She paused, sizing the other woman up. "You look a little less lost than most people hanging around these gates."

"The one's who live here are nuts." Sara said, standing up and brushing the dirt off her jeans. She automatically tried to stick her journal in a vest pocket that wasn't there, but recovered, placing it in her jeans pocket instead.

"Let's just say that I've taken a few trips around this block." She sighed. Hearing herself say that was worse than just thinking it.

"Most of them," Grace agreed. "I know one or two who aren't too terrible." Trudy and Ziva to be exact. And now this woman, if Grace could only remember her name. Anyone else? Fair game to be snapped at as far as Grace was concerned at that point.

"A few trips around?" Grace's eyebrows moved upwards, but she made no other notice of the word choice. "So, you know the place well."

"I'm wondering if any of the people I met before are still here." Sara mused, thinking of the people she had met the first two times she had been around. Granted, she knew at least one of them was there still. Naja though, hadn't responded to her journal post, and that was something that made her wonder if the woman was still around.

"Yeah, this is my third time here. I wonder if I'm going to win a prize for the most entries in different gates."

"Got any names?" Grace asked. If the woman had any, Grace might know who to help her look for and if they were even around still. Might. It was a slim chance, but still a chance. Grace spent too much of her time holed up away from things anyway.

The declaration of third time got Grace's eyebrows to shoot upwards. "Lucky third time?" Or unlucky, depending on how it was looked at.

"Naja Salaheem, for one." Sara said, thinking of her boss here. "There was a masked man named V around for a while, but I'm sure he's gone." She didn't mention Marluxia, Larxene, or Lexaeus, the members of the Organization she had the unfortunate luck of meeting. "Oh, and a meerkat named Timon."

She laughed. "Unlucky third time. I keep going home just to get hauled away again. I'd actually like to stick around sometime."

Grace snorted and raised her eyebrows. The only name she recognized was Timon, but then again, who didn't know Timon?

"Hope you've had better luck with the meerkat than I did."

He was certainly a character. She wondered vaguely what he'd be like around her now, instead of when she was in her Avatar form. He'd been tiny then. And annoying.

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