The games have changed

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[With pieces of every different world among the stars represented in the DR, it's no surprise that eventually Rinzler would stumble across this one.

Like everything on the Grid, the skies are gloomy and dark - no sun here - but there's light enough from the circuit lines that track across most of the structures. Here, most of the lighting is from the stands of seats. They're empty here, lending a sort of ominousness to a place that would have been a center of activity on any real version of the Grid.

On the main floor of the arena, there's an odd sort of track. It's multileveled, and looks almost as if it were built for some sort of vehicle. There's even someone out on it, taking loops around the thing almost as if to conquer boredom.Given that, it's a safe bet to say that this field is built for one thing: lightcycles.


So. Who wants to go for a spin?]

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[dawnrise]

[ Nothing like another spell to get you down. Once Valentine's Day was over, Riku's reaction was just short of immediate. She left. Surprise, right? A Riku running away. But with how badly this one fucked things up, she's having trouble facing it. Even her phone is turned off.

So she's in Halloween Town. The graveyard, to be specific, sitting on that big curly hill that's such a striking landmark for the town. The atmosphere seems appropriate and calming, and she's gotten comfortable with the place thanks to Red. The only problem is that attempting to change out of her mandatory costume just put her in something else appropriate. This world room sticks to its rules. ]

{ ooc: backdated a few hours to Thursday night, because tonight's the full moon and I don't want her too snarly. }

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[oblivions-edge.livejournal.com]

[It's rare that a new arrival isn't surprised by their entry into this strangeness. This one, however, seems entirely calm. An older man with ice-blue eyes, dressed in black, although not in a style that owes much to the classic coats so often seen around here, especially not with the metallic and mechanical touches showing in his outfit.

He looks around with the air of an experienced traveller arriving in a new country - knowing that sights will be new and unfamiliar, yet understanding that they should be so.

Doesn't seem too bad, he thinks...]

((So I herd you like badguys... OC villain, see journal for details.))

Semi-intro~

[dividedright.livejournal.com]

[He'd been there a few days now. At first all kinds of lost and confused. Divided on how he should feel. This definitely wasn't Destiny Islands anymore. Although he had passed by a few kids that looked like the same ones that were some there. Some were older. Some were younger. Some... He could have sworn that he was a she and vice versa. But that was the simplest of ordeals when it came to things. Because then he had seen an Axel or three. Or four. Or... ...How many had he seen, really? But despite the recognition most had for him if not all, their conversations ended up confusing and frustrating. It was no different, really, from those he had when he had crossed a Naminé or two. And many a Xion avoided him like the plague.

So that left him just trying to work things out alone in a room that was- no surprise. Like the clock tower back home. Like the one that he had tended to hang around back at Twilight Town. Brooding as he liked to do. Chuckling to himself, unamused.]

They call it the Dressing Room... but maybe I'm just back in that simulation for all I know...

[A simulation that went haywire anyway...]

And I just found her, too...

(ooc: Tossing him out for a test drive here. His AU details can be found in his journal, but the gist? ReluctantKeybearer!Roxas. With tangled, messed with memories. His best friends are Lea [now Axel] and Naminé. But he's searching for Xion, too.)