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paixaorpg2012-01-13 04:37 pm
vorpalrising) wrote in paixaorpg2012-01-13 04:37 pm
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Friends in Strange Places [Complete]
Character(s): Cid and Alice
Content: While strolling about, Alice encounters a certain grouchy pilot.
Setting: Cid's shop
Time: Afternoon, Week 37
Warnings: None.
She needed something more to do than wander. She'd been to the library, and the museum, but ever since she'd moved out of the Mad Hatter's place of residence, she'd felt more restless. She'd chalked it up to the nightmares, of course - and indeed, that was part of the problem. But idle hands were the devil's workshop, and as easy as it was to simply gather the jeweled leaves from the trees in order to pay for things, Alice found herself wanting a purpose. It didn't have to be much; following her delusions took up a lot of her time, after all. But one thing was certain: she needed to do something with herself, before her boredom caused more trouble than her insanity did.
It was an exaggeration, naturally, but Alice rolled her eyes at her silly thoughts as she absently wandered into a shop she'd never seen before. What odd machines there were in here! And such weapons! But what could possibly be the need for it? Never mind that, as always, Alice kept her knife in her apron pocket, just in case (although she trembled inwardly at the thought of actually having to use the blasted thing) - these weapons seemed a bit otherworldly. But perhaps this was the new Wonderland Bumby had told Alice to allow emergence - and despite the initial fright of the pollution which had corrupted Wonderland and set her own mind to ruin, Alice hadn't been particularly sorry to find herself here instead.
With such runaway thoughts occupying her mind, the Londoner slowly walked the store, looking around in idle fascination at the strange gadgets she'd found herself surrounded by.
Content: While strolling about, Alice encounters a certain grouchy pilot.
Setting: Cid's shop
Time: Afternoon, Week 37
Warnings: None.
She needed something more to do than wander. She'd been to the library, and the museum, but ever since she'd moved out of the Mad Hatter's place of residence, she'd felt more restless. She'd chalked it up to the nightmares, of course - and indeed, that was part of the problem. But idle hands were the devil's workshop, and as easy as it was to simply gather the jeweled leaves from the trees in order to pay for things, Alice found herself wanting a purpose. It didn't have to be much; following her delusions took up a lot of her time, after all. But one thing was certain: she needed to do something with herself, before her boredom caused more trouble than her insanity did.
It was an exaggeration, naturally, but Alice rolled her eyes at her silly thoughts as she absently wandered into a shop she'd never seen before. What odd machines there were in here! And such weapons! But what could possibly be the need for it? Never mind that, as always, Alice kept her knife in her apron pocket, just in case (although she trembled inwardly at the thought of actually having to use the blasted thing) - these weapons seemed a bit otherworldly. But perhaps this was the new Wonderland Bumby had told Alice to allow emergence - and despite the initial fright of the pollution which had corrupted Wonderland and set her own mind to ruin, Alice hadn't been particularly sorry to find herself here instead.
With such runaway thoughts occupying her mind, the Londoner slowly walked the store, looking around in idle fascination at the strange gadgets she'd found herself surrounded by.
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Not that he really had much of an idea of what gummi ships were, but the box of what could dubiously be called parts had come with the shop and just on the off chance that someone actually wanted them he'd pretty much figured he might as well keep them out were people could see. Y'know, just in case. "You're right on the weapons, though. The place ain't exactly safe."