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Who: Cloud Strife, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Mello
When: Monday night
Where: El Dorado
Summary: A sleepover!
Rating: PG, and will update if necessary.
Warning: None yet, but expect terrible things to come.
The first couple of days hadn't been with the best of them here in Facility. There were things about a future him, Sephiroth, being terminated... then immediately losing any memories of the friends he'd made. He couldn't think of a way to reassure him that he was alright, couldn't even begin to tell who he was supposed to know, to help out. It made him feel worse, and he'd been holed up in his room until the move to Rapture. Depressing, depressing, depressing.
But then, just the other day, everything had changed. Changed in a very, very good way. He'd woken up that morning in an extremely good, and albeit lazy, mood, and simply... stopped thinking. He was calm, relaxed, and certainly not afraid to show it. His body tingled, his legs wobbled, and his vision had just become a kaledescope of colors and sights. He was more open, talked to people, and even invited them over.
So when the others had accepted to coming over for a visit, he quickly prepared for their arrival, setting out chips, a few packages of microwaveable waffles, soda, and several board games from a nearby gift shop. Whatever blankets he could find were laid out along the floor, though a couple of them would have to share...
And oddly, he was perfectly okay with that.
Everything was ready and set out, so he leaned against one of the tables, giving an airy laugh. Whatever magic or medication the Doctors had him on, it was absolutely wonderful. He hadn't felt this happy in years.
When: Monday night
Where: El Dorado
Summary: A sleepover!
Rating: PG, and will update if necessary.
Warning: None yet, but expect terrible things to come.
The first couple of days hadn't been with the best of them here in Facility. There were things about a future him, Sephiroth, being terminated... then immediately losing any memories of the friends he'd made. He couldn't think of a way to reassure him that he was alright, couldn't even begin to tell who he was supposed to know, to help out. It made him feel worse, and he'd been holed up in his room until the move to Rapture. Depressing, depressing, depressing.
But then, just the other day, everything had changed. Changed in a very, very good way. He'd woken up that morning in an extremely good, and albeit lazy, mood, and simply... stopped thinking. He was calm, relaxed, and certainly not afraid to show it. His body tingled, his legs wobbled, and his vision had just become a kaledescope of colors and sights. He was more open, talked to people, and even invited them over.
So when the others had accepted to coming over for a visit, he quickly prepared for their arrival, setting out chips, a few packages of microwaveable waffles, soda, and several board games from a nearby gift shop. Whatever blankets he could find were laid out along the floor, though a couple of them would have to share...
And oddly, he was perfectly okay with that.
Everything was ready and set out, so he leaned against one of the tables, giving an airy laugh. Whatever magic or medication the Doctors had him on, it was absolutely wonderful. He hadn't felt this happy in years.