http://hasagift.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hasagift.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-12-04 07:45 pm

I'm... Coming Through? [Active/Closed]

Character(s): Tiana, anyone who happens to be around Vanaheim.
Content: Tiana arrives at Paixao again, with no memory of her past time being here. At the Vanaheim gate, she tries to figure out exactly what is going on.
Setting: Vanaheim
Time: Night
Warnings: None forseeable.

It wasn't the kitchen, and it was foggy - that was all Tiana knew. Where was she? Weird events were not at all foreign to her, but this? This was new. And she wasn't really sure what she should do about that. Although...

Well, there was a line of people - Or, mostly people, at least. Surely the line was for something or headed somewhere... So she joined it. It was better than standing around just feeling lost. Ahead, she could see a gate comprised of what appeared to be two fruit trees.

Odd time of year for the trees to have so much on 'em, she couldn't help but think.

The line moved along at a stead pace, and eventually the young woman reached a booth of some sort of brochures. Tiana took one, but didn't read it quite yet. Her mind was a little too confused, a little too nervous, for her to focus. Besides, very shortly after she took one, someone asked for her name.

"Ah... Tiana," she offered with some hesitation. She was then handed some sort of... Device, and she stepped through the gates.

It was a town. She was in a town, one she'd never seen before... With not a familiar face in sight. She stood there, trying to figure out her next move. 

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-07 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
There might not have been a familiar face, but there was at least someone nearby who was willing to explain. It was a job he'd gotten far too used to since he'd first arrived, but he wasn't about to give it up just because no one he knew had come through since... since a while, come to think of it. But the simple act of checking had become almost routine and then more a less a habit.

It was something to do to keep his mind off of things at least a little.

"You just get here?" he offered as soon as he got close enough to Tiana to be able to be heard.

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-10 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, at least that was an easy question to answer. A fairly common question as well, even. Not that he was exactly surprised. It was only natural to wonder where one was when one found oneself abruptly in a strange place, no matter where that strange place happened to be.

"It's called Paixao."

It's fine!

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-14 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
How did they get here. The one question no one really knew the answer to. Or at least, if anyone did they weren't about to offer up the details on a silver platter. Or anything else more or less similar. Not the best of situations, oh no, and after a moment of silence, Squall simply shrugged.

"No one knows. We just... have."

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-14 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The whole place was strange really. Cities in domes, and worlds beyond doors. None of it made a lot of sense, and he'd been through Time Compression. (Which he hadn't really understood either, but that was a little bit besides the point.) This was something else. Something bizarre and not really understandable, for all that he'd gotten more or less used to the place.

"Most people. You'll know the citizens of this place when you see them."

It's fine~

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-14 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a moment of silence from Squall at that. Had she not noticed when she came in the gate? It was only a moment or three later that he managed to remind himself that not every newcomer had a SeeD's eye for detail. Or would know where to look, for that matter.

"They look like the people manning the gates," he explained. "Blond hair, blues, look almost like they belong in the past.

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-14 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Squall."

Short and to the point, yes, but that was how he'd always been. And besides, it wasn't really like introductions needed to be long, drawn-out affairs. As long as they got their names across, that was the important part.

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-15 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
If he had the time? Of course he had the time. It wasn't like there was anyone he had to meet. One of the advantages (if you could really call them that) of not having anyone he actually knew in the city.

"It's a city. Supposed to be inside some castle."

Not that that made a lick of sense, but it was what they'd said.

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-15 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's what they said," Squall answered with a dismissive shrug. "Each 'floor' is a world. This is the first."

With... three? four? more lying beyond it. He hadn't been to more than the first, but there was something there. Something very, very wrong, mostly, but something all the same.

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-16 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
There was a sigh at that. Squall had been hoping to not need to get into a full and thorough explanation of everything that made Paixao what it was. Not, that he thought to himself, that he didn't know better. Everyone who came into the city had the same questions in the end.

So much for his hopes, at least.

"They didn't give a name," he began. "It was an anonymous post. Said that the place was a castle, and that if we wanted to find a way back home we needed to figure out its secrets and get to the top. As for worlds, wherever you came from isn't the only inhabited place out there. Something about the castle... reflects worlds, I guess?"

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't so much his patience that was the problem. He could be infinitely, endlessly patient if the situation called for it. The problem was more that he wasn't really good at explaining things. He never liked it, although he could do it if called to.

"It's called a journal. It lets you talk to the other people here."

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-17 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's electronic," Squall explained as he took the journal, although he wasn't about to assume that would mean anything to Tiana. But he needed something to fill the space, even if it was meaningless words. And wasn't that a surprise. Before this place he never would have said something just to say something, and the fact that he hadn't noticed before just now was more than a little disturbing.

"You open it like this," he began, pointing out the fine seam between the to halves before opening it up to reveal the keys and the screen. "After that it's like... like a typewriter."

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-19 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"No problem," he answered, with a slight nod in return. "You should be able to find most of the rest of what you need either there or somewhere in the city - there's a map in the journals."

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2010-12-19 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about it."

It was always nicer when there was someone willing to explain, and if that person turned out to him, well that much he could deal with. At least for now, anyway.

Holidays will do that

[identity profile] maybeimaleon.livejournal.com 2011-01-04 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Squall's only answer to that was a noncommittal sort of noise and a shrug. He'd keep an eye out, at least, but he couldn't really say whether or not he'd see anyone on a regular enough basis to warrant something like that.