Another day, another problem;

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Anyone in this particular hallway of the dressing room might hear the sound of struggling among other movement noises from unknown objects. If one follows the sounds, they should be careful. Within this room, Namine is fighting against the hundreds of ribbons that have been wrapped and tied around her entire body. It looks like she can't poof out of there either, considering the clouds of smoke that keep appearing and disappearing, though she doesn't move. Oh, and one other thing...

It doesn't seem like there's anything but ribbons on her.

Looks like the dressing room is dishing out some karma. Feel free to take advantage of that. or try to help her. Though these ribbons are moving on their own, and who knows what they might try to do.]

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[summer_poprocks]

[as soon as he's gotten her out of the room and a little ways down the hall he'll stop with the dragging. it hasn't occurred to him that she's not wearing anything under those ribbons.]

Are you okay?

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Nods a bit, still trying to wiggle out of those ribbons.]

Thanks. Think you could untie my arms?

[summer_poprocks]

Sure! It's like unwrapping a really big present.

[he just said the first thing to come to mind, he isn't implying anything, really. unwrappiiiing.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow at that, but it's pretty apparent how oblivious this Roxas is, so she'll just sit patiently.]

Just. don't go any higher than my arms.

[summer_poprocks]

Huh? Okay, but why not just get them all off?

[has managed to get one arm free]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Well. The ribbons kind of dragged me in when I was only in a towel.

[summer_poprocks]

[Oh look, his face can match your red dress. When you're wearing it.]

O-oh. Uh, right. Er, there you go?

[Her other arm is free now, and that was a very manly voice crack he had there.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Can't help but smirk.]

Yeah, thanks.

[Turns around and works on getting the rest of the ribbons off until they're all gone and she poofs her dress back on.]

[summer_poprocks]

[Okay, now he's staring.]

How'd you do that?

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[... oh. someone who doesn't know who she is.]

Oh, uh. It's part of my powers.

[summer_poprocks]

[ding ding ding. oh and isn't that little silver cross he's wearing pretty? :D]

That seems really different from the stuff I've seen other people do here.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

We can't all be the same.

[Indeed it is. She glances down at that, but her expression doesn't change.]

[summer_poprocks]

That'd get pretty boring if we were, wouldn't it?

[all in all he's relieved she can get dressed like that, if it means she's actually got clothes on.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[Folds her hands behind her back.]

So what about you? Any interesting life stories?

[summer_poprocks]

Not really, unless you count the time Sora and I got caught by Father Xehanort in the wine cellar. Ever since I ended up here, things are a lot more interesting.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

... what were you and Sora doing in the wine cellar?

[summer_poprocks]

Oh, uh.. Er.. We snuck into the sacramental wine.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Snort.]

That's all?

[summer_poprocks]

That's probably the most interesting thing to happen to me in my own world, yeah. What about you?

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Breathes a laugh.]

Let's just say I've sinned a lot in my life.

[summer_poprocks]

[blinks at that, not really sure what to say]

Oh. Do you want me to let Father know you'd like to set up an appointment for Confession if he ever gets here?

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

I. Don't think your 'father' would like to talk to me.

[summer_poprocks]

Why not?

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Let's just say I'm from. a different kind of church.

[summer_poprocks]

You don't really need someone there if you don't feel right about something you've done. There's always someone ready to listen, just most people don't remember he's there.