+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.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[captived.livejournal.com]

[will just stare back, then.]

[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.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Interesting choice of clothing for a Riku.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[captived.livejournal.com]

My lady's.

[stares at him with a flat expression.]

Care to explain why?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

It's a crossroads of dimensions. Doubles of the same person show up all the time. So who is "your lady" then?

[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.

[captived.livejournal.com]

Right. You're awfully nosy.

[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]

Great.

[except even if he hates it, a life of servitude with meals prepared for him and something to do was always better than living on his own, so he's not too thrilled to know that all the expensive cooking is going down the drain for poorly made grilled cheese sandwiches.]

[impishblue.livejournal.com]

...you don't sound so excited.

[well, maybe someone else will still make food for him?]

[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.]