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[ Sometime during the night, the Malnosso robots dumped Xion off where they'd picked her up -- square in the middle of town. There and gone, quick as you please, leaving an unconscious girl behind.

However, she quickly comes to, stirring blearily and slowly sitting up. ]

Where....?

[ And then her eyes go wide. Something looks ... different. At this time of night -- or morning, really -- the sun is only just barely starting to come up, turning the sky a deep, dark blue. It's just light enough to see by, but can't properly be called morning yet.

And in this mock twilight, Xion sees that Luceti suddenly seems horribly familiar yet bizarre at the same time. She sits stunned for a moment, unable to process what she's seeing, then looks over her shoulder at the fountain.

What she sees makes her yelp. ]

Whoa! But that's... what is... no way! I'm still in Luceti, right? But how...

[ This is too strange. Xion locates her journal, conveniently nearby as always, and immediately starts talking into it, too curious and excited to really stop and care about the fact that she just got back. ]

Axel! Roxas! Are you guys awake? Have you seen the town yet? It looks -- it looks so much like Halloween Town! I thought I was actually there when I woke up...

[ Xion looks away from the journal to stare in wonder around the spooky town. Finally, she stands, a smile spreading across her face. ]

I wonder what all this is about...

[ Another pause. Then Xion gives another abrupt shout of surprise and drops her journal, unable to stop herself from exclaiming aloud ]

What am I wearing?! Are these... are these bunny ears...?

(ooc; this, ftr. also, she happens to be covered in bruises, which is much more apparent with all that skin bared. she'll be noticing it belatedly in threads instead of here in the post proper. don't worry; at least she didn't feel any pain, right? :|b

ps this is going up more or less in real time, at 6:30 in the morning or so.

also will be getting to tags here and on her last post when I actually get home from work. /RUNS)

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[ Fenimore does not think of 6:30 as a reasonable hour to be awake. Unfortunately for her, she left her journal open. Her motions as she reaches to try to shut the journal unknowingly echo those of people who live in worlds with alarm clocks. Her lack of practice on such matters, though, only serve to knock over the journal and, as always in Luceti, slight jarring activates the journal's voice function.

Fenimore's voice is very groggy and she has yet to realize who it is who is talking. ] --of person would use her journal at this hour? People are trying to sleep! Where did--? Geez, can't they be quiet for two seconds?

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Fenimore?

What? I have every right to expect people to be considera-- [ .....The journal is talking back to her means that it's turned on, right? ]

[ The momentary pause as she realizes this lets her brain catch up on whose voice it is and, more importantly, where that voice has spent the week. There's a creak as Fenimore sits up in bed quickly. ] Xion?

... hi, Fenimore. [ she's laughing a little, albeit very sheepishly. ] I'm really sorry for waking you!

[ It takes a few moments for Fenimore to reply as she picks up her journal and just looks at Xion. She's been fortunate enough to not come in contact with mallynaps very often, so it's particularly hard to process her thoughts on the situation while still waking up. ]

[ Then there's a brief smile of relief, with no costume to obscure it since she has yet to leave her bedroom and thus she remains in a nightgown. Surely a "good to see you back" is coming up. ]

I'll live. It will be the last time I forget to shut off my journal before bed, though.

...How are you feeling?

[ ... surely. it's the thought that counts, maybe?

of course, that question just makes her think about all the bruises she discovered. on her arms, on her stomach... surely elsewhere. but none of it hurts, and she otherwise feels fine... so she hopes Fenimore won't notice her bruising over the journals and pretends all is okay. ]

I'm okay! Whatever the Malnosso did this time wasn't too bad. Are you sure you don't want to go back to sleep? I feel bad for waking you...

[ She didn't complain further about getting woken up! She is clearly showing her soft, caring side.

Luckily for Xion, Fenimore's still not all that used to the journal camera, so the bruises go unnoticed for now. She does consider the option of going back to sleep, but then shakes her head. ]

No, I think I'm up for the day by now. [ a sigh. ] Maybe I could get breakfast ready, instead of relying on Shirley all the time. Even if it's cold. Stupid stove....

Well ... would you like some help, maybe? [ :o ... and of course, she'd use some magic to heal up all the bruises before she got there, if Fenimore took her up on the offer. ]

Huh? You know how to use those elec'ric things? ...Well, it might--eh? [ There's a creak as Fenimore gets off of the bed to investigate a rattle from the direction of the kitchen. She's bringing the journal along, though.

Fenimore is never up at this hour, so she has no idea that usually, Shirley is already up for an hour by now. ]

[ .. elec'ric? Xion has to laugh quietly. ] Yeah, I do. [ she pauses when Fenimore does, though ] Fenimore?

I think I heard someone in the kitchen. What's Shirley doing up at this hour? Getting up this early is for old pe--

[ That also gets cut off mid-sentence, but this time by a muffled yelp as she steps through her room's doorway. The camera is suddenly obscured by a white sheet, which ripples as Fenimore struggles against the sudden sheet ghost costume appearing over her head. There's two thumps--one of the journal getting dropped and one of Fenimore getting tangled up in her costume and falling over.

Such a confusing conversation from Xion's end! ]

[ ............... OH GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING. AAAA ]

F-Fenimore? Hey, are you okay? What's going on?

What's with this sheet?! [ More rippling cloth before Fenimore finally rolls over onto her hands and knees, the cloth receeding as she looks to the door. ...No one there?

Though she remains off-camera, she calms down enough to actually answer the question ] ...I--I think so. Someone dropped a...bedsheet over my head. With...eyeholes. [ She's now too preoccupied with poking at said eyeholes with her fingers to try to retrieve her journal again for now. ]

Edited 2010-10-26 07:39 (UTC)

Um... a sheet with eyeholes? That's weird... maybe you got stuck with a costume like I did.

What kind of costume--too? [ A sheet ghost with Fenimore's twintails sticking out the top peers over the journal to try to get a closer look at Xion. She had missed the costume. ]

[ ... oh my god trying so hard not to laugh at ghost with twintails oh gosh oh gosh

Xion, obligingly, holds her journal slightly away from herself so Fenimore can get a better look through the camera. One bunny girl in a skimpy outfit at your service. ]

Too. And I don't think we're the only ones.

[ Trying not to laugh is to Xion's credit, as Fenimore would certainly be laughing if she had any idea what a bunny girl was. She does look a bit startled by its skimpiness, but this may be hard to notice with only the eyes to go off of. ]

Not another-- [ She sighs. Experiments are not her favourite part of Luceti at all. ] ...At least it's something that can be taken off. Well, when you get back to your house.

It's not just the costumes, though. Have you looked outside yet?

No, I didn't. There isn't a window in my room. ...Wait, what's going on outside?

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