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[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[there's a Roxas, looking to be about seventeen, dressed in a school uniform that's probably quite familiar to Destiny Island inhabitants. he's got a cell phone to his ear and hasn't seemed to notice the change in surroundings as he walks through a door.]

Okay, I'll meet you there, I need to drop off my bag first- Riku? Hello?

[pulls the phone away from his ear, glancing down at the screen blinking 'lost signal' at him. it's then that he realizes the floor looks different than the one in the front hall of Sora's house, and looks up in shock.]

What-?

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[dawnrise]

[hey Roxas that one walking past should look familiar. it's a Riku, carrying a large box. she probably heard that, too, but she's beyond caring right now.]

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

....uh.

[since when is Riku a girl? sorry, he's just staring. not at anything in particular! he's trying to keep his eyes from her chest, actually. but still. female Riku what.]

[dawnrise]

[well that she notices, and she turns, shifting the box so she can balance it on her hip.]

What?

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

You're... female.

[his expression closes off a bit, because besides being female, there are other things - like age - that are telling him this isn't the Riku he knows.]

[dawnrise]

And you're male.

[tilts her head, glancing him over and trying to figure out what kind of Roxas he is.]

New here?

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[feeling rather uncomfortable at the moment, being in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar person who looks like Riku.]

...I guess.

[dawnrise]

[just... doesn't say anything at first. why does she always run into the new people.]

Look, you can believe me or not. The explanation is that you've been sucked into some dimensional crossroad, there's no way out, don't be surprised if you see a couple hundred people who look like you.

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

I see.

[falls into thought, expression closing off further. he pockets the phone, hand moving to adjust- oh right.]

...damn, and the bastard still has my wristband.

[dawnrise]

[lifts an eyebrow. after that explanation, that's what he says?]

Who?

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

Riku. I was going to meet him.

[scowls, scuffing his shoe along the ground.]

He owes me dinner, too.

[he totally doesn't, but Roxas was going to pester him into it.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

You'll have to be more specific than that.

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[well hello younger Riku. pauses, snapping his phone closed.]

...the one I was just speaking to?

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Then chances are, you're out of luck.

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

Damn.

[shoves his hands into his pockets, slouching a bit.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

...Have you been here before?

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

No.

[looks generally grumpy.]

But there's no point going into a panic.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

You don't seem the least bit interested or curious though.

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

Honestly? I don't really care. I just want to go home, drop my bag off, get my wristband back, and possibly get a free dinner.

[gruuuump.]

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Well you better start caring. There isn't a way home, not for any of us.

[shecanfindyou.livejournal.com]

(why yes, that is a ten-year-old Namine)

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[...well then. he hasn't seen Namine since before Sora's battle with Xemnas, since she never got separated from Kairi like he did from Sora.]

[stranding.livejournal.com]

[hey, there's a Riku that's in a familiar school uniform over there, stretching. ... but doesn't he look too pale...?]

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[damn, he does. that's unfortunate, and it makes him sigh quietly, leaning back against the wall.]

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[have a male Namine with sketchbook tucked under his arm, and a pencil behind his ear.]

New here?

[finallysomeone.livejournal.com]

[Rikus that aren't his and Namines that are the wrong shape. right then.]

...yeah.