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vatheon2012-09-25 08:43 pm
toheirishuman) wrote in vatheon2012-09-25 08:43 pm
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having the strangest sense of deja vu rn...
Who: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, and YOU.
Where: Starting in the plaza, feel free to pick any other location inside the bubble if you want
When: September 25th, afternoon-ish
Status: Open
[A young man and woman stand next to the Lamufao. It just so happens that today, the 25th of September, is their first d-- no it's not. Don't let those drenched clothes and the boy's somewhat vacant expression fool you, this is not their first undersea rodeo. Judging by the fact that they've been carrying on a conversation for a few minutes now, it's safe to assume they know each other.]
[Also they're both wearing some really bizarre pajamas. There's no way you can miss the girl in that traffic cone get-up and you really just have to wonder how the boy doesn't trip over that hood.]
Man, that doesn't get any less disconcerting the second time around. Or third...whatever. Point is, you won't hear me complaining if I just stay put this time.
[He takes off his glasses for a second, closing his eyes and pinching at the bridge of his nose. The girl, meanwhile, looks mildly disgruntled as she wrings out her dress.]
You wouldn't hear me complaining either. I really hate getting wet like this.
Oh, sorry! Here let me help with that Hold still for a sec.
I believe I have it, Joh--
[Ignoring the fact that she 'has it,' the boy surrounds them both with a minature cyclone, effectively drying them off but cutting the girl off midsentence and nearly knocking her over to boot. Once the wind dies down, she raises a brow in his direction, sure she's as equally disheveled as he is now thanks to his assistance. With a sigh she combs through her hair with her fingers as the boy gives a nervous chuckle. He is, indeed, just as disheveled as she is though he's not really making an attempt to do anything about his fly-away hair at the moment.]
Eheh...whoops! Sorry about that, Rose.
It's okay John. I appreciate it.
[She straightens her headband and smooths her dress before pulling her SFC from seemingly nowhere and beginning to type out a message.]
Hm? What are you doing? Wouldn't it just be faster to head over to the villa and let Maka and Soul know we're back? They're probably the only ones who noticed we were gone anyway since it probably hasn't been more than a few days.
While it would be easier normally, yes, we're not dealing with the most normal circumstances. Do me a favor and try not to let on that we know where we are, will you?
Huh? Why not?
I have a few theories I would like to confirm, and doing so semi-anonymously would be the easiest way to do so.
Riiiiight. Okay. So I take it we're not going home straight away then?
That's right. [With that, a text is sent and her communicator is returned to her sylladex.] Would you like to take a walk with me?
Of course! [The boy beams and offers her his arm. Linking her own through it, the two begin wandering the dome, John occasionally stopping to look at something and Rose occasionally typing out a response to her network post.]
((ooc: Long story short: John has no idea how long they've been gone, and is judging this based on a canon update he had last time he was here. Rose isn't exactly sure how long its been either because her Seer powers have been dampened but she knows it's been quite a while so she's trolling the network because she does what she wants. We will both be responding to both posts, though Rose will likely be responding to the network one moreso than John.))
Where: Starting in the plaza, feel free to pick any other location inside the bubble if you want
When: September 25th, afternoon-ish
Status: Open
[A young man and woman stand next to the Lamufao. It just so happens that today, the 25th of September, is their first d-- no it's not. Don't let those drenched clothes and the boy's somewhat vacant expression fool you, this is not their first undersea rodeo. Judging by the fact that they've been carrying on a conversation for a few minutes now, it's safe to assume they know each other.]
[Also they're both wearing some really bizarre pajamas. There's no way you can miss the girl in that traffic cone get-up and you really just have to wonder how the boy doesn't trip over that hood.]
Man, that doesn't get any less disconcerting the second time around. Or third...whatever. Point is, you won't hear me complaining if I just stay put this time.
[He takes off his glasses for a second, closing his eyes and pinching at the bridge of his nose. The girl, meanwhile, looks mildly disgruntled as she wrings out her dress.]
You wouldn't hear me complaining either. I really hate getting wet like this.
Oh, sorry! Here let me help with that Hold still for a sec.
I believe I have it, Joh--
[Ignoring the fact that she 'has it,' the boy surrounds them both with a minature cyclone, effectively drying them off but cutting the girl off midsentence and nearly knocking her over to boot. Once the wind dies down, she raises a brow in his direction, sure she's as equally disheveled as he is now thanks to his assistance. With a sigh she combs through her hair with her fingers as the boy gives a nervous chuckle. He is, indeed, just as disheveled as she is though he's not really making an attempt to do anything about his fly-away hair at the moment.]
Eheh...whoops! Sorry about that, Rose.
It's okay John. I appreciate it.
[She straightens her headband and smooths her dress before pulling her SFC from seemingly nowhere and beginning to type out a message.]
Hm? What are you doing? Wouldn't it just be faster to head over to the villa and let Maka and Soul know we're back? They're probably the only ones who noticed we were gone anyway since it probably hasn't been more than a few days.
While it would be easier normally, yes, we're not dealing with the most normal circumstances. Do me a favor and try not to let on that we know where we are, will you?
Huh? Why not?
I have a few theories I would like to confirm, and doing so semi-anonymously would be the easiest way to do so.
Riiiiight. Okay. So I take it we're not going home straight away then?
That's right. [With that, a text is sent and her communicator is returned to her sylladex.] Would you like to take a walk with me?
Of course! [The boy beams and offers her his arm. Linking her own through it, the two begin wandering the dome, John occasionally stopping to look at something and Rose occasionally typing out a response to her network post.]
((ooc: Long story short: John has no idea how long they've been gone, and is judging this based on a canon update he had last time he was here. Rose isn't exactly sure how long its been either because her Seer powers have been dampened but she knows it's been quite a while so she's trolling the network because she does what she wants. We will both be responding to both posts, though Rose will likely be responding to the network one moreso than John.))
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[He says that, yet part of him is not so sure. Because on the one hand, it is the Villa and it is TOTALLY home. They built it with Soul and it's the only real home they've ever known in Vatheon. The park bench and Souls's first apartment totally do not count. But on the other hand...is it still home if Maka is the only person still around? Home is the people in addition to the walls, right?]
[He's thinking about this too much.]