Picture Perfect Memories Scattered All Around the Floor

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Characters: Gabranth, Refia, Rikku
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: On to Dearest Wishes!
Location: Still in Memoria, damnit
Date: Early Feb, 1804
Warnings: ...Gabranth might be weird? Who knows!

The door out hadn't exactly been "out." Instead, it had led to another blank room, one that refused to let them out again when Refia tried the door. She frowned at the handle, hands going to her hips, then started moving along the perimeter of the room, searching by hand for any other escape.

"Whatever this is, I don't like it. I want it to just let us go."

And Refia gasped as color began flooding around them, most of it warm, browns and reds, with a few blues and greens mixed in. The area resolved quickly into a place she'd never seen before, but seemed familiar enough - the inside of a small house, nicely and not lavishly decorated, a few rugs around, a table and some chairs. A kitchen. Another area that looked partially like a gathering area and partially like a workshop. Not at all unlike dozens of buildings she'd seen on her adventure, and probably at least somewhat familiar to her companions, too. She liked this place, though - it seemed comfortable, and lived-in.

"He... Hello?" she called, wondering if there was anyone around.

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Looking around once they found this new place through that door that was supposed to lead out, Gabranth frowned a little, looking to Refia. "Do you recognise this place?"

He didn't. Not at all, really. It was a particularly standard place, however, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, he doubted it was anywhere in Gaia.

"Perhaps we must find another way out. Gaia is indeed playing henious tricks upon us." Regardless of how uncomfortable Gabranth was with the situation, though, he had to act like the mature adult he supposedly was.

The two teenage girls would want to be reasuured nothing bad would happen to them.

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The teenage girls had lived through more than he could know, but with no time to explain their life stories, his instinct wasn't entirely bad.

"No, but it looks kind of like some places from my world - I know I haven't seen it, though, I'd recognize that-"

And she was lost. Breaking off in mid-sentence, Refia moved away from the wall, going to the sink and starting to hum a little under her breath. In her imagination, she was now about thirty years old, and didn't see anything strange in almost doubling her age. There were some dishes there, and she dropped them in a bucket, picking up a brush and starting to scrub them. Whatever this was, she was clearly happy to be doing a menial chore, like it was the end of a good day and it was winding down calmly. The sunlight outside even hinted at that - long rays, and reddish.

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Rikku's rather thrown by this new change of setting, considering the last few. It's so...mundane, somehow. Almost boring, really. And when the other teenager suddenly walks over and starts...doing the dishes? It's definitely mundane.

"She said she didn't recognize it so why's it doing that to her?" She asked at Gabranth, her eyes slightly narrowed in thought.

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Gabranth shook his head, unsure of how to answer Rikku. "Perhaps she does recognise this place, yet only realised once she was taken into this task..." He wasn't sure but it could've worked.

Sighing slightly, he crossed his arms, vaguely wondering what would happen next. Who would be controlled next and where would they go?

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No, Refia didn't recognize this place - but the older version of her did. The future, then, even if it wasn't apparent to her companions. She continued washing the dishes, setting them off to the side to dry - until the door burst open with a bang that should've been audible even to Gabranth and Rikku. Apparently this wasn't unusual at all, though, because Refia got rid of her dishrag and turned around just in time to be knocked back into the sink by the pair of overly-energetic blond-headed boys racing across the room, putting an arm around each of them with a smile and a laugh.

"Mama, Mama, we found a bunch of shiny rocks next to the lake!" the older one, about six or seven, said enthusiastically, while the younger nodded emphatically. "See, we brought them back for you!"

And they dropped a bag into her hands, which she opened while still holding on to them. "Oh m- Thank you, I definitely can use these! How thoughtful!" And they received another hug.