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[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

[...While Axelle has occasionally found herself waking up in an unfamiliar place, it is usually after working her way through a bottle of tequila, not after ostensibly just falling asleep in her bed at home. Thus, she is confused, and not entirely pleased. At least she has her pants, though. There is that small comfort.]

Uh...?

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[arms-reload.livejournal.com]

[saunters in the room, pauses and raises his eyebrows]

...Heeeey, baby. How's it goin'?

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

[rubs her hair irritably]

...Been better.

[arms-reload.livejournal.com]

Aww, what's buggin ya, babe? [flips his hood down and grins]

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

At the moment? Lemme write you a list. [...hey that eyepatch looks kind of familiar]

[arms-reload.livejournal.com]

Understandable, understandable.

That's how most people are when they first arrive.

You'll get over it in no time.

[hayleepennyolen.livejournal.com]

Isn't your hair supposed to defy gravity?

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

Only with a considerable amount of ge -

[pauses when she realizes who she's talking to. or is she? scrunches up eyes to study further]

...Roxy?

[hayleepennyolen.livejournal.com]

It's just Roxas, actually. I'm guessing you're new here?

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

Roxas, huh? [tries not to look a little disappointed. just a coincidence, after all] Now that depends. Where, exactly, am I?

[hayleepennyolen.livejournal.com]

[if she remembered Axel, she'd feel bad about that.]

Dimensional crossroads.

[heyhoneybunny.livejournal.com]

[hand on hip, looks her up and down]

Haven't seen you around these parts before.

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

[cocks an eyebrow and stares a little more than is strictly necessary]

And I think I'd remember...you.

[heyhoneybunny.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow quirked right back at her.]

...Same to you, sugar.

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

[okay maybe feeling a little bit better about this situation but only a little]

Don't suppose you got a name, gorgeous?

[heyhoneybunny.livejournal.com]

[stare.]

Mrs. Rabbit.

[and with that, turns and struts away.]

[itsatriumph.livejournal.com]

[she just smiles.]

Welcome to the Twilight Zone.

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

[oh hey it's another one and this is really going to take some getting used to.]

Ha, thanks. Don't suppose you've got a name to go with the wit?

[itsatriumph.livejournal.com]

Roxas.

[walking over because hey, new faces interest her]

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

Now, how'd I figure it'd be something like that?

[grins a little, happy to be interesting]

[itsatriumph.livejournal.com]

Because I look like every other Roxas but with tits?

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[don't mind the male Namine scribbling on a wall, and not paying attention to much of anything.]

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

[saunters over and looooms over him]

Drawing on the walls is usually frowned on, y'know.

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

[pauses and looks up at that. oh, a girl Axel. he's only seen one so far.]

It doesn't matter if the walls are made for it. Hi. Welcome to insanity, better known as the dressing room.

[smokinleather.livejournal.com]

Made for it, are they? I thought they were for holding the roof up. And thanks for the welcome, kiddo.

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

Well, these walls are perfect for drawing on, and nobody really cares anyway. Also, you're welcome. I'm Nami, or Nam. You're an Axel, right?