+you meant everything

[captived.livejournal.com]

[a fancy boy is standing in the middle of a room trimmed in lace and velvet, a silver platter in his hand with various hors d'oeuvres piled on top.

he's kind of wishing he wouldn't appear in strange places while wearing such clothing, but it looks like it can't be helped.]

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[impishblue.livejournal.com]

[and cue the staring from this kid floating in.]

[captived.livejournal.com]

[he'd like to know where the party disappeared to.]

Can I help you?

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

What are you wearing?

[floating closer to pick at the clothing curiously. what is personal space.]

[captived.livejournal.com]

[swats at him, brows drawn down.]

What my lady insists I do.

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

Your lady?

[backs up a little, remembering belatedly that humans have that weird thing about being close.]

[captived.livejournal.com]

The woman who owns me. I was serving for her party just a second ago, I'd really enjoy knowing where the hell I am now.

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

I thought only animals got owned.

[his face scrunches up a bit at the thought.]

This place is called the dressing room, and it's some sort of... crossroads, I think they said. Between worlds.

[captived.livejournal.com]

[sneers.] You say that like I actually enjoy it.

[his arm is getting tired, so he'll just slide that platter of food onto a table in front of a couch.]

A crossroads.

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

Well- well you don't have to worry about it now, anyway! Since there's kind of no way out of here.

[oh the temptation to find out how that food tastes.]

That's what the other Riku told me, yeah.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Hope you don't mind staring. Because that's what you're getting from over here.]

[captived.livejournal.com]

[will just stare back, then.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Interesting choice of clothing for a Riku.

[captived.livejournal.com]

[he'll ignore the blush rising to his cheeks in favor of that last bit.]

A Riku?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

One of the many. And the first one I've seen in lace.

[He finds that part all too amusing.]

[captived.livejournal.com]

It's not my choice. What do you mean by many?

[his eyes narrow in aggravation.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Who's choice, then?

[Call him curious.]

I mean there's a bunch of you, and a bunch of me, and a bunch of probably everyone you know in this place.

[captived.livejournal.com]

My lady's.

[stares at him with a flat expression.]

Care to explain why?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is carrying a boogie board under one arm and wearing only board shorts; he stops to give you a once over*

... oh for fuck's sake, don't tell me there's another genderswitch spell going around.

[captived.livejournal.com]

I'm perfectly certain I have a dick. [turns toward the one with the foul mouth.]

And who are you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*eh get used to it*

I'm Ri. And you're a Riku. Unless you're a... no, no you're not. You're just a crossdresser. At least you'll find lots of pretty things here to wear.

[captived.livejournal.com]

You're very original.

[his look isn't very amused, and nor are his words. this crossroads thing is already starting to piss him off.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*scratches his cheek*

Well, normally I'd say that I'm not the original at all, but I am the only Ri around here.

[captived.livejournal.com]

They weren't very creative when they named you, huh?

[a tiny smirk quirks up the corner of his mouth, but it's not a friendly one. he just shakes his head and turns, heading off in some direction.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*that makes him snarl at you, because you just hit one of his sore points*

My Riku gave me my name! It's a good name!

[captived.livejournal.com]

Your Riku is obviously a narcissistic idiot.

[he doesn't turn to say it and it's mumbled, but feel free to let Ri hear.]