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timeandtides_backup2010-02-12 05:52 pm
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Picture Perfect Memories Scattered All Around the Floor
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.
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.