hitch in the system.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

--Dammit! Cameras like these aren't supposed to jam. Especially when they're this expensive...

[and now he's smacking a hand against said expensive camera. he's rather unaware that the photo shoot has, out of the blue, turned into a living room.]

Comments

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

... need help?

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's--

[cue mostly subdued freakout.]

--what are you doing here.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[tips his head slightly at that subtle freak.]

Um, I've been here for a long time now.

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[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

H-How! You can't get in without verifying with the front gate first.

[totally missing that all his equipment- save for the camera- has completely disappeared. along with all the makeup artists, the models, the assistants...]

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[coughs. trying to recollect himself. It's been a year. Get over it.]

Ahem-- um, how did you get a key card?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[blinks, and steps a little away.]

Uh, I don't... have one. Look around for a second.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[makes a face.]

What are you...

[realization dawns on him.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[sheepish hand at the back of his head, paired with a small little laugh.]

Y-Yeah.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[he's quiet, simply taking the room in in a 360 degree turn.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

... so when you're ready for the explanation, lemme know.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

Now... would be nice.

[he's sounding a little out of breath.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[smiles.]

Um, have you ever read about alternate dimensions or something?

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

No.

[his voice squeaks.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

--um, well, too bad, you're in one.

With people from other dimensions.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

S-So.. you're not Sora?

[he almost sounds hopeful.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

I'm a Sora, but not the one that knows you.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[scratches sheepishly at his hair.]

Oh...

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[smiles, outstretching a hand.]

Want a tour?

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[too-blue eyes flick up to stare at the face of his once-lover.]

... yes, please. That would be nice.

[gingerly takes his hand.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[grins, starting to tug him along.]

Alright. Main room's up first!

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[fluidly follows after him, managing half a smile.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[little pep in his step, showing him around the main room, the kitchen...]

So, where are you from?

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

Boston.

[he memorizes where the kitchen is, figuring knowing where that of all places is would come in handy.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've always wanted to go there. M'from Pittsburgh.

[sends a beam in his direction.]

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

Yeah it's a nice city...

[returns it with a softer smile.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and once he's at the hallways, he lets go of his hand.]

Yeah, sometimes.

--anyway, that's about it. There's lots of different rooms like the library and this one huge jungle-like sandy place, but they're mostly rooms to sleep in.

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

This is sounding less like a dimension and more like a cursed house.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[laughs, warmly.]

A little bit!

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

[s-sigh.]

Is there any place to, y'know, sleep?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[points down the hall.]

There're some empty rooms.

WHY CRYIN' SORAAA

[beautymarking.livejournal.com]

And they have locks?

[so not taking his chances in a place like this.]

SHHHHH i'm tired

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Some of 'em.

[wraps his arms around on his back.]