And slowly, we move on

[attheclocktower]

Characters: Xion and open
Setting: Graveyard Floor (Floor 48), Sewing Floor (Floor 51), Cafeteria, Floor 20
Format: Either or!
Summary: Dealing with some event aftermath things finally. Plus some other things as well.
Warnings: Probably nothing?


======= Floor 48 (Partially open) ===========

[The number of people she has to get a shell for continues to get longer. Maybe she should stop and just leave one shell for everyone. Or take turns, because she can't keep leaving shells for everyone - or even just a fraction of the people she wants to. With multiple Axels, Roxases, Fey, all of the Turks... it's just too many.

But for now, in between straightening graves and tending to gifts left at them, she stops at a few select headstones, leaving shells there. She sighs when she reaches into a pocket and realizes she's run out. So many people who've left lately...]

[Closed to Ira (OU Repliku)]

[The one plus side was that it made slipping onto the floor later, holding something in her hand tightly (something that was most certainly not a shell) as she approached Roxas's - the first Roxas, the one that had been here before her's - grave not too suspicious. She glances around nervously before opening up her hand to reveal the chip sitting inside it, given to her by Zelda.]

Maybe it's wrong of me to do this here but... I feel like you'd approve.

[At least she hopes he would. It's not like he could tell her either way.]


======= Floor 51 =======

[Her duties done (for now), Xion makes a corridor up to her room, where she picks up a book she's borrowed from the library on clothesmaking, before making a second down to Floor 51. She pulls a chair over to a table near the fabrics, casting a wary eye over at the mannequins, whom she's sworn could move when she isn't watching them. Thankfully she doesn't need them yet... though she may eventually.

She's already practiced enough to make a few different shirts and things by now. But... now she wants to try something a little different. Something bigger.

Which is why the book she's looking at is open to different patterns and varieties of sundresses. Maybe it was a bit ambitious but... hey, making clothes in and of itself had seemed ambitious a year ago.

She often moves between the table with the book and the store of fabrics, poking at the different colors. There wasn't much choice, and none of the fabric was that great, but it was still a place to start.]


======= Cafeteria (Dinnertime) =======

[It was wonderful to have edible food again. Even if food cooked by the Tower residents was better, even the mediocre cooking provided by the Tower itself was better than Jason's standard fare. However, there was a lot of it that was unfamiliar this month, especially the drinks. And Xion's never even heard of alcohol prior to now. And thus has absolutely no idea that maybe it isn't the best thing to pick up - she has no reason to believe it's anything other than something else to drink.

Thus, she takes a cup of the red wine and rosewater with her pork kebabs, marveling a little at the color of it. Once seated she takes a sip, and promptly finds out that alcohol is not at all to her tastes.

The wine explodes from her mouth in a spray of pink liquid, and she promptly pushes the glass to the other side of the table and glowers at it as she returns to the rest of her meal. What was that stuff?]


======= Floor 20 =======

[She doesn't come here as frequently anymore. Too many bad experiences, many of them involving Vanitas. But.... It's been so long. And lately.... well, to put it bluntly lately she's been feeling a little homesick. And while she could go to floor 100 and see Twilight Town for herself, she couldn't climb the Clock Tower and sit up there looking at the sunset, like she used to. She could only really do that here. And Vanitas had been gone long enough to take off some of the bitter edge to the memories of this place.

She still can't make herself go too close to the edge of the Tower though. The edge hadn't worn off quite that much. But she's still sitting

But for now, it's sunny so she can actually see the sunset sort of. The fog all around actually makes it kind of pretty, turning the whole sky pink and gold, almost like in Twilight Town. To help the homesick feeling, she has a bowl of rose petal ice cream she snitched from the cafeteria. She'll take the bowl back later, and it's definitely not sea-salt, but it'll do. It's a lot better than most of the time.]

Comments

Sewing time clearly these two will do all the domestic things together

[bloodyashes]

[And lurking around the bolts of fabric near the back - wow, they sure do keep running into each other. Apparently having something worth cooking again was the kick Asch needed to start doing everything else again, too - he looks a bit better kept than when they ran into each other in the cafeteria, for a start.

For right now? He's making a face at a long roll of cream-colored linen. From the look of it, some monster had slashed it up at some point in the night, and there's no telling if there's anything worth saving in the bolt or not. With an annoyed noise, he pulls it down and starts peeling the ripped layers off onto the floor.]

Re: Sewing time clearly these two will do all the domestic things together

[attheclocktower]

[She might question it later, but right now she's too distracted by the same thing he is.]

What happened?

[She sounds confused, but not entirely surprised. Still, this is the first time she's seen anything like it.]

[bloodyashes]

Some kind of monster probably got into it. These look like claw-marks.

[He unrolls the fabric along the floor - it's shredded for a good five yards, and he eventually folds the bolt over itself to come back her way.]

Looks like it didn't get all the way through to the middle, at least.

oh hi big sis.

[acceptedoblivion]

[He normally didn't visit this floor, because really, what good was there in dwelling on those who left when there's so many problems here (Ira you would think differently if someone close left)? Though he recognized that someone had come back even after their graveyard (ha ha) shift. Eh?

Curious, he followed her, making himself less conspicuous while he did so. No really sis water yew doing?] Leaving things again?

[no really, he doesn't get this at all. sis what are you doing that doesn't look big enough to be a shell.]

little bro why (1/2)

[attheclocktower]

[The sound of his voice - of someone speaking at all, really - makes her start violently and whip around, hand closing over the chip again in a flash

She was sure she'd checked-]

(2/2)

[attheclocktower]

[Oh. Oh...

It's Ira. Okay... she... could calm down. Mostly. As her heart rate returned to something resembling more normal, her face twisted into something that was partially annoyance, but still mostly fear, her gaze darting around once more to see if she'd missed anybody else]

Wh-what are you doing here?

[She doesn't usually see you on this floor]

because he can

[acceptedoblivion]

[...Well if that wasn't a red flag, he didn't know what was.

Giving her an amused yet perplexed look, he shrugs a shoulder. What, was it a crime to say hello to his older sister despite obviously being on opposing sides?]

Decided to see what was here. [Though the look in his eyes said something more.] ...and I wanted to see you.

[Because really. He has questions about what you sent him and he sees all these shells someone's left on the tombstones here.]

Floor 48

[lightofhumanity]

[chaos sometimes came to the graveyard in order to mourn over the graves he had made for his friends..but when he sensed a very interesting person in the graveyard, he looked at what seemed like a girl with black hair putting seashells on various headstones.

Well..this person's consciousness was unusual, but that didn't really bother chaos. Even if this wasn't the Tower, seeing things like this wasn't that odd. However, when he saw that she was out of seashells, he walked up to her.]

..If you need more seashells for your friends, I would not mind helping you get them.

Cafeteria

[justabignobody]

[Sorry, little not-sis, but someone can't help but chuckle a bit when he sees the face you are making at that glass.]

Not a fan of wine, I take?

Re: Cafeteria

[attheclocktower]

Is that what it's called?

[She turns to look at him, then back at the glass, eying it with distaste]

It tastes awful.

[justabignobody]

[He is still looking very amused, because yeah.]

It's an acquired taste, I suppose. But given what else is in the dinner beverage selection his month, I think you might be better off sticking to the tea, the lemonade or water.

Cafeteria

[keybearer]

[Chalk this guy up as another bemused Riku. He bites his lip, trying not to laugh, but it's a futile attempt. On the upside, it'll only last a few seconds before he waltzes over.]

That bad, huh?

[And to think that people go gaga over the stuff. Maybe it's just an acquired taste, heh.]

Cafeteria

[attheclocktower]

Yeah.

[She has no idea how to describe it. She's never tasted or smelled anything quite like it before]

Do you know what it is?

[keybearer]

Yep. It's called wine, and it's probably good that you stopped at one sip. After all, that stuff can kind of screw with your head...

[Especially if you don't know what you're doing, he's sure.]

Cafeteria

[fusedstars]

[Hei had been in the middle of cooking more deer meat and finishing up when he spotted Xion. He felt his stomach drop a bit, but ignored it. He had to talk to her eventually, needing to honor Elena's request to him to take care of Xion and Shion. His eyes did blink when she went for the wine. This wasn't going to end we--

And he was right, sighing a bit. He walked over to her. A cup of water is place near her.]

It's probably best if you avoid the wine.

Ah yay I was hoping you'd tag!

[attheclocktower]

[She picks the cup gratefully, taking a large gulp to wash the leftover taste out of her mouth. Yeah, she doesn't need telling twice. She's just been thoroughly put off the taste of anything alcoholic for a long, long time.]

I will. [Another gulp of water] Why taste like that?

hooray!

[fusedstars]

Alcohol isn't for everyone, and wine is more meant to compliment food being eaten, not to simply drink, from my experience anyway.

[Then again, he didn't like wine or anything alcohol-related either. He only used it to drown out emotions, very rarely now.]

Floor 20

[savedbyasong]

[Have a white haired not!brother derp coming to sit next to you. He had just been passing to go up back to his room but came out onto the floor when he saw her there.

He doesn't say anything, just sits and watch the sky change colour.]

sob I don't have the right icon for this but oh well.

[attheclocktower]

[She notices him sitting next to her. She turns, intending to say something. That she should have brought him ice cream too, or at least she would have if she'd known.

But instead, she just looks over, at her closest friend in the Tower right now. And... words just felt so pointless. Instead she scoots over until their knees are touching, and tries to lean her head on his shoulder, if he'll let her.

There's so much going on right now. There's so much of her that wants to stay hard and strong, especially with the task Dax had given them. But... for now all she really feels she can do is lean on her friend and take what comfort she can. Just like she is from the ice cream, and the sunset. It's not like home... but it's more than good enough]

sob neither do I cries

[savedbyasong]

[He does let her, and wraps his arm around her. He's grown a lot in a year, shooting above her. They had once almost been of a height.

He had been so scared for her, was still so scared for her. He woke up every morning expecting her to be gone, or hurt again. But she wasn't, not right now and if the last few years had taught him anything it was that now was all that mattered.

His face was damp with tears but he wasn't sure what they were for.

Everything really.]

Cafeteria

[littlelifeforms]

[ When Data entered the Cafeteria, the first thing he noticed was obviously Xion spitting out her drink as if the beverage tasted awful. Oh he had already seen similar scenes taking place in the cafeteria before, but with the most feared oatmeal. Generally the residents didn't complain much about the drinks.

Today the android had a small cat in hand-- Not the usual one, Spot was probably playing on the dormitory floors. No, this cat looked much younger. Five, maybe six months old at best. And so Data would address Xion with an eyebrow raised. ]

Did it taste awful?

[ ... Probably a 'Captain Obvious' question. ]

I am so sorry for how late this is...

[attheclocktower]

[Yeahhh the obviousness of the question gets a half-quizzical, half-annoyed look out of her.]

Y-yeah. It did.

[And... then her eyes caught on his little passenger and widened slightly. Who was this? She's... a little hesitant to clearly express interest in the kitten, but she's not exactly doing well at hiding it.]

Cafeteria!

[seekinganswers]

[A moment or so after Xion pushes the glass of wine away, a different hand will take hold of it and bring it up to a different pair of lips.

Sheba looks a little thoughtful as she sips at it, then sets it down.]

The Administrators have better taste in wine than Lord Babi.

...wow, that's something I never thought I'd say.

[attheclocktower]

[Xion can't help it. The first thing she does is pull a face.]

You like that stuff?

[Then she seems to pause and think about it, then adds, a bit more cautiously...]

Who's Lord Babi? Somebody from your home?

[seekinganswers]

It tastes better when you pair it with certain foods.

[She shrugs. There didn't seem to be many foods here that would bring out the flavors of the wine, but she's had enough of them in her time to know that it's possible.]

Yes, he's someone from Weyard. I lived in his court for a long time. [She shrugs.] His wine wasn't as sweet as this, though. It was more bitter...

[Though that might have had more to do with her reasons for being in Tolbi than the wine itself.]

You've never had wine before, Xion?