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 2010-12-14 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."