give my gun away

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[We don't usually see too many final fantasy characters here. This Tifa right here is slightly older then normal. And might be a bit round in the middle. Yes, she's pregnant.]

Marlene, have you seen my phone--

[not Seventh heaven.]

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[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Watching you from behind a door. Is this one her Mama? Has met two Tifa's now and so far hasn't met the one from her time. So she's being cautious this time.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Aericka, have you seen Marlene anywhere?

[nope that's her]

Sorry for disappearing.

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[...Brb. Hugging you.]

It's really you!

it's okay

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[regains her balance. four months along is no joke.]

What do you mean?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Still hugging.]

Well, there are a bunch of other Mama's here! But they're not really you they just look like you but you're really you!

[Isn't explaining well right now. Too excited.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[she would bend down to pick her up if she could.]

Honey, you're not making sense. What have you and Yuffie been playing?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head.]

No really! This place is magic!

[Grabs your hand and tries to pull you towards one of the more crowded common rooms where she usually plays. You might have to just follow her. She's not strong enough to pull a grown up somewhere against their will...Yet.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[Alright alright follows.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Oh hi many doubles! Aericka just looks up at you, waiting for your reaction.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[she. needs to sit down.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Will lead her over to a chair then.]

Are you okay?

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm...

...where are we?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

They told me that it's called the Dressing room and it's magic. That's how it brought us here.

[...Hugs you again.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

...magic huh...

[as if the Lifestream wasn't crazy enough.]

...is your father here?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Finally lets go.]

There's a different Papa. He says he's a lot younger than my Papa though.

[Aericka had fun breaking her future parents brains.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

... really?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Nods.]

Yup. He said the he was from a different time than us. Before Mama and Papa even got married.

[Still seems a little weirded out by this. In her eyes, Mama and Papa have always been married.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

That's because we weren't married before.

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Blinks.]

Why?

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Because we were still young then.

[And your father was having angst issues concerning the people you were named after, so it took some time.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Thinks about this for a moment.]

...But you still liked each other back then, right?

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Smiles and hugs you again. She's obviously missed you.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[Well, she was just playing with the other orphans back in their world when Tifa last saw her, so she's not as much worried. Hugs her tight]

How long have you been here alone?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

I haven't really been alone. I made lots of friends here, so...

[Also, has no idea. She hasn't really been paying attention to the calendar.]

...A while.

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Was someone taking care of you?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Nods.]

Yeah, there's another you here who said she'd look after me until you came here.

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[that's...weird.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[You'll get used to it. In the meantime, Aericka will be hugging her Teddy.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

So where are you staying?

[might as well get a move on]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

I've been staying with the other you.

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Can you show me where?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

Um, I think so?

[Has gotten lost on more than one occasion.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Alright then.

[s-stands up.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Um.......Walks in the direction she thinks is the right one.]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[follows.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Gets there?]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

... well this...

[almost a perfect replica of the bar at home, minus the orphanage. she knows she wouldn't mind if another her comes in, so she's stepping in unannounced]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Follows!]

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Well, it looks almost like home.

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Nods.]

Yup.

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

Where do you sleep in?

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

My room.

[toughmommy.livejournal.com]

[goes up to that part. everything is definitely the same.]

[feisty-at-four.livejournal.com]

[Follows.]

[flirteen.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look, it's your unborn son - wait.]

Uh, are you one who knows me or not?