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[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[here comes a Sora, hobbling in with his cane in hand. he's laughing about something, but whatever it is he finds so funny is quickly forgotten as he notices his very unfamiliar surroundings.]

...w-whoa.

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[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[ope. familiar face! best friends face, actually, so he hobbles over.]

Roxas!

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(uh...hi kid-from-those-weird-dreams. who's hobbling.)

Hi...?

(he's still fairly new, so it's pretty weird to see all these different versions of people.)

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't seem to notice the apprehension and comes up beside him, leaning some of his weight against his shoulder. looks like he thinks you're his.]

..D'you know what's going on? 'cause I don't.

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

(sore throat must seem pretty weird, then)

Well...an Axel told me that it was this place with other versions of people you know, even other versions of you in it, and that there's no way out.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Whaaat are you talking about?

[a thoughtful pause.]

You sound like you've been screaming all day, Rox'.

[unseenkey.livejournal.com]

Uh...basically, this place is called the 'dressing room'. It brings in people from other universes all the time. Other versions of people you know, and you, also.
It's kind of hard to explain.

(that's because he sort of was. but. uh. doesn't know how to put it without sounding weird)