[Day 1]

[coolerthansora]

Who: Roxas and whoever!
Where: Plaza
When: Late evening
Style: However
Status: Open!

The setting didn't seem unfamiliar at first: he was in some kind of alley and the sky was dark. He was sure he'd just been in a place like that. Maybe that was why, at first, he didn't realize the crucial change.

But he had trouble remembering what he'd been doing, moments ago. Why was he wet? His coat was sopping and heavy and--

And Sora didn't wear a black coat.

Roxas froze, forgetting to wonder about the circumstances for the moment, and stared down at his black-gloved hands. Sora wasn't with him; many of the memories were there, but Sora's presence, that person he'd felt himself slipping back into, was gone. He was Roxas again. Just Roxas.

If he didn't know any better, he'd say he felt a sudden surge of joy at that realization. Of course it wasn't real. Still, a tiny smile spread across his face as he stepped out into the plaza, baffled, slightly suspicious, but still glad.

"What the heck is this place...?"

Comments

[sonlight]

[He wuffles at this, circling around to nudge Roxas from behind. You can lead if you want to, bro!]

[coolerthansora]

Hey, I didn't say I minded.

[But he'll go on ahead if that's what you want. Towards some food stalls, apparently.]

...gmail, there was no reason to put this tag in my spambox :|

[sonlight]

[Some food stalls? Some? Boy, this is the goddamn Marketplace, "some food stalls" is only the beginning! There's shops and set-ups for just about anything you could think of, including a curious one that only offers fresh towels? What's up with that.

Anyway, hope you like lots of people. :D]

=x

[coolerthansora]

[Lots of people? No, not so much. "Some" food stalls is probably about as far as Roxas is going. In the Organization they tended to avoid interacting with whole people when they could.

Not half so eager, Roxas spots the place with the towels and heads there first.]

Let's- dry off a little.

sorry about that, maybe my inbox thinks sora is the cooler one

[sonlight]

[Completely missing the sudden discomfort, Chibi nods in agreement and follows along. The interior is graciously lacking in the hustle and bustle of outside, containing only piles upon piles of folded towels and a sign hanging from the ceiling that says "Help Yourself! (You can do at least this much on your own, right? ♥ )" A bit condescending, but otherwise helpful.

Chibi doesn't seem to pay the sign any mind, instead going over to the nearest tower of towels and promptly trying to tug one out- from somewhere near the bottom. Tower domino effect taking place in three, two, one...]

well your inbox is mistaken

[coolerthansora]

[That... is a lot of towels. Roxas is about to take one for himself when he notices the puppy tugging at the bottom of a pile.]

Hey, you're gonna--

[Roxas moves to stop him, but too late. The towering piles topple over, effectively burying the two of them in towels.]

my inbox is prejudiced 8(

[sonlight]

[Quite the catastrophe, that. Dogtastrophe? Eh, his puns need some work.

Chibi is temporarily trapped, this lesson in cause-and-effect learned the hard way. Fortunately, he has the Celestial Brush handy! One Galestrom later he's free of the impeding cloths; they float casually out the door and bewilder passersby. Once he's able to move again, however, he notices something important is missing...]

Arf?! [Dude! Where'd you go? He immediately starts digging through the cottony mess he made, feeling around for anything human-shaped.]

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas would have thought that, being smaller than him, the dog would have been buried deeper and had a harder time escaping. Apparently this is not the case, although he can't really tell for himself yet. Flailing, he tries to shove the towels off of him and at least succeeds in finding the surface with his hand.]

[sonlight]

[There you are! Oh man he is so sorry and he's gonna get you out of there right away and :(

Now that he's found you and there isn't the risk of getting further buried, Chibi paints up another windy pattern. The breeze carts fair chunk of towels off, not enough to get Roxas completely unstuck... But you're exposed from the waist up, at least!]

[coolerthansora]

[It's enough for Roxas to pick himself up and extricate himself from the towels, though he blinks at the dog in surprise.]

What... did you just do?

[sonlight]

[Ah... caught him, did you? He looks sort of sheepish, but he'll demonstrate- a whip of the tail and a strong gust of wind harmlessly blows over a stack of towels to the right.]

[coolerthansora]

[All right, definitely not a normal dog. He smiles a little.]

That's pretty neat.

[sonlight]

[You really think so? You'd be surprised, but back home most everyone was pretty dismissive of this stuff!

Delighted as he is at the compliment, he's not sure he can show off any of the other brush strokes while they're inside this building. Feeling a little impatient, he tugs at one of the towels and looks up questioningly. Dry off now?]

[coolerthansora]

Oh, right.

[Although flailing amidst a pile of towels probably helped some. But he bends down, picking up one of the towels to dry the pup off.]

[sonlight]

[Wait, this one was for you--

Ah whatever, he can go first! He helps as much as he can, lifting legs and twisting this way and that, eager to get done and out of here before someone makes them clean up the mess he made.]</small.

[coolerthansora]

[Oh well. They both need to get dry anyway.

Once he's towelled the dog off as much as he can, Roxas puts the damp towel aside, uh... somewhere, hesitates, then decides to pull off his coat first. That thing is not getting dry any time soon, towel or no. But maybe the rest of his clothes can be downgraded to "slightly damp."]

[sonlight]

[Chibi will helpfully throw some towels at him~]

[coolerthansora]

[Towel flying at head--um. Well, he wasn't really expecting that, but thanks anyway. At last somewhat dry, he gathers up his coat and nods to the dog.]

C'mon, let's see what else there is around here.

[And we are going to wade through/climb over the fallen towels to make it back to the door.]

[sonlight]

[The towel trek is long and perilous, but somehow they make it through unscathed! Well, mostly unscathed. This method of drying left Chibi with the worst bad hair day he's had in awhile, but there are worse things than looking incredibly silly.

Once free of the mess, he takes the opportunity to run around in the entrance, stretching his legs a bit. There's still plenty of shops to check out along this street, and it's still as crowded as ever. Do you want to get some food? Or maybe slink of someplace quieter?]

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas's hair probably doesn't look much better if it's any consolation.

Stepping back out into the street, Roxas falters momentarily. Was it this crowded before? Maybe there is a food-and-then-slinking option. Although now that he thinks about it... He searches the pockets of his coat.]

Shoot. I don't- actually have any munny.

[sonlight]

[Fortunately munny translates to money out loud, so Chibi gets what you're trying to say! He simply grins in response and waves his paw dismissively.

He's got this.]

[coolerthansora]

[Roxas blinks down at him.]

You really think people will just give us stuff?

[Well... Maybe they would give free stuff to a puppy?]

...guess it's worth asking.

[sonlight]

[Well, what he meant was that he's got cash to burn so don't worry about it, but it'll probably be easier to demonstrate that at upon purchase.

Got a preference? He's eying the peach cobblers in that bakery himself...]

[coolerthansora]

[Sorry, Roxas kind of assumes that dogs don't carry money. Even magic dogs.]

This place?

[The stuff at the bakery smells good, he'll head for it. It isn't sea salt ice cream, but it's a little chilly for that anyway.]

Roxas who are you kidding, you'd eat sea-salt ice cream in a blizzard.

[sonlight]

[That's a fair assumption, yeah.

He nods, trotting across the way and rearing up on his hind legs to push the door open-- ah, wait. It's a pull door. Eh-heh... would you mind doing the honors?]