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[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[There's a new Namine walking into the Dressing room. Wearing black leather type trousers and top. There's an air of confidence about her, until she sees that she's not where she's supposed to be.]

...Huh?

[This is not the club. Confused Namine is confused.]

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[accendium.livejournal.com]

[In his normal clothes orz. Looks at her.]

New here too huh?

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]

Uh, I guess.

[Looking around, totally lost.]

[accendium.livejournal.com]

I just got here too. Where were you before you got here?

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

I was at the club. I, I dont know how I got here.

[accendium.livejournal.com]

Club?

Anyway this is a crossroads. Or dressing room. At least, that's what they told me.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

Yeah. The club I sing at.

[Blink blink.]

...What?

[accendium.livejournal.com]

Oh. I only work at a cafe.

[Let him rephrase that.]

Right uh. I know it might sound weird but it's a place where different worlds get pulled in and there are doubles of yourself and people you know.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

Well, it's more of a bar/restaurant/underground type club.

[...You may have just broken her brain.]

......What?

[accendium.livejournal.com]

My friends try to drag me to those. Is it really noisy there?

[Oops.]

Please don't make me repeat it again. It's kind of a mouthful.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

Depends. Sometimes it is. But it can be pretty mellow at times as well.

[More blinking.]

W-well, how do I get b-back?

[accendium.livejournal.com]

I always thought they'd be. You know. Noisy and rowdy.

[Awkward back neck rub.]

There's no exit, according to some people here.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

Marluxia tries to keep things mostly under control. So it doesn't get too rowdy.

[Oh god panicking now.]

Oh no! I'm gonna be so fired!

[accendium.livejournal.com]

How rowdy is rowdy then?

You and me both. I'm way late at this point.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[excuse him if startles a bit when he sees her. Namine + leather = someone way unpleasant to him. even if this Namine is wearing a little more and looks a little too confused, he's hesitant to move closer.]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's not real leather. But it looks close enough.]

Um, excuse me, but, could you tell me where I am? I dont know how I got here.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[as if he'd know the difference. this might just be another trap, and he's not falling for it.]

I'm sorry. Ask someone else.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]

Oh uh...O-okay.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[...no, there's no reason for him to feel bad. he can't help everyone all the time, can he?

yet... he glances at Namine. she really looks lost...]

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Yes. She looks very lost. And maybe a little depressed now.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[curse him and his compulsion to please everyone!]

A-are you okay? I'm sorry, you just... sorry.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Blink blink.]

Uh, okay?

[She's confused and lost and slightly depressed.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[D:]

You have no idea where you are, do you?

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well... you just sort of show up here. I don't know if it's really a place or not because it's really strange... but that doesn't matter. Lots of different people show up here, and lots of the same people. Oh, and nothing makes sense.

[memory-song.livejournal.com]

...What?

[Now she's really confused.]