paixaorpg | Apparently there's been some confusion... [open/active]

Character(s): A random storekeeper, Joshua, and anyone else!
Content: Joshua looks remarkably like a native, but his hair's too long to be a guy. So obviously, he MUST be a girl. Or so this shopkeeper thinks.
Setting: Starting in a shop, and then around~!
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Joshua. In drag. (CHAT VOTED FOR IT DAMNIT)

Joshua was getting rather sick of wandering around in the same clothes. He was used to Shibuya, after all, with its constantly changing fashion and a wide variety of eclectic outfits. Now, many of the outfits here were certainly odd, but given the fact that his own wardrobe hadn't changed at all Joshua was a little inspired to check out what he could actually get.

Unfortunately, there didn't appear to be much. The natives all wore very similar clothing, and while some of it was interesting it wasn't really Joshua's style. He'd been about to leave the store when the shopkeeper noticed him, hurrying over and staring at him with wide eyes.

"What are you wearing, child?!" she asked, "Young ladies should never wear trousers!"

Joshua arched an eyebrow at her, taken a bit by surprise. "Excuse me?"

Apparently, she didn't hear him. She was rifling through some of the clothes on a nearby rack, pulling out a dress and shoving it at him, pushing him into a dressing room. "Now, put that on right now! I'm not letting you go out in public like that!"

Joshua looked at the rather elaborate dress he'd been handed, weighing his options. Really, it wouldn't be that hard for him to get away. Shift forms, flit away over her head as a ball of light. That didn't seem very fun, though. And he HAD been out here to get some clothes...

Several minutes later, Joshua was out of the dressing room in a vaguely Victorian-style dress, his actual clothes hidden away so the woman wouldn't try to take them. She nodded her approval and hurried him out onto the streets.

Now it was time to have a bit of fun~

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Yorda had not been allowed in very many shops ever since the new Mayor had come in, and for the life of her, she couldn't understand why. Honestly, the thought that her clothing might be inadequate never even occurred to her - fashion was something that never crossed her mind; as long as she was covered what would it matter? But then, the shocked looks directed at her by the city-dwellers, not a few of which were aimed at her bare feet and ankles, told otherwise. The princess paid them no heed, aside from the occasional curious glance (why were they looking at her feet?), and continued on her way.

She barely managed to avoid bumping into what looked like another native Paixaoan to her, and stared, blinking owlishly at Joshua.

Joshua smiled (though with him, it was always more of a smirk than a smile) at the girl, giving her a playful wave. "Hello there," he said, perfectly cheerful, "Might want to be a bit more careful, some people would likely get rather cross if you ran into them."

Yorda still didn't quite understand the subtle (and not-so-subtle) nuances of facial expression, and merely smiled at Joshua in return. "I am sorry," she told him, still staring (and wasn't the other girl's voice deeper than most?). "I will take care." The princess stepped closer, peering at the stranger. "You do not look like a citizen of this town," she said, plainly. "Who are you?"

"You're right! I'm not," Joshua said, pushing his hair back, "Though, someone did mistake me for one earlier... my name's Yoshiya." And he wasn't lying- that was his name, and to anyone who spoke Japanese they'd be able to tell it probably wasn't a girl's name. But that didn't matter right now, did it? "And you are?"

Yorda, not being able to speak Japanese, believed him, anyway. What reason would someone have to lie about their gender? "My name is Yorda," she told the strange boy. As per usual, curiosity threatened to overwhelm her - there was still so much she didn't know! But remembering how people sometimes reacted to being hit with question after question, the princess restrained herself and only asked one, for now. "Where did you come from?"

"Pleasure to meet you, Yorda~" That was a fairly unusual name, though with all the people from other worlds floating around this place it didn't bother him very much. "I'm from a little place called Shibuya. It's a part of Tokyo, if you've heard of that." He doubted it, but still. "What about you?"

"I am glad to meet you," came the simple reply, the princess merely blinking at the mention of Shibuya. "I do not know that place," she told him. "I only know this city and the island." Her island, of course, but that was far, far away from here. "It is where I came from. I knew it and nothing else."

"Really?" That was interesting. If that was the case, it probably wasn't an island on Earth (or at least, his version of it), but there was always that possibility. "What was it like?"

"It was..." Yorda trailed off, struggling for words. SHe told Joshua, haltingly, of the sunshine and the breezes, of the feel of grass beneath her feet and the sound and sight of the white birds she had so loved to watch. And she told him of the shadows, and her mother, who commanded them as their Queen. "It was a beautiful island," she finished after a time, "but it is gone now." She bit her lip, a little guilty of being glad it was; despite the island's idyllic beauty and outward peace, her mother's rule had meant it was anything but perfect.

Joshua was not terribly good at sympathy. He didn't much care for it, either. So when he'd asked the girl about her home he'd been looking for information. And he got it. Certainly, it was clear that she had quite a few emotions tied to it, but he really didn't care. "Are you happier to be here?" he inquired, still sounding polite as ever.

Perhaps luckily for Joshua, Yorda hadn't been looking for sympathy and thus didn't notice the boy's lack thereof. He asked, and she answered; it was the way things had always been for Yorda. It simply never occurred to her to lie, or even to beg off giving an answer. She smiled at him. "Yes," came the answer. "I enjoy living here." Others might feel trapped, but to Yorda, this place had given her something she'd never had before: the chance to live freely for the first time in her life. A moment, and she asked him, "Do you like it here?"

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