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Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel) and Katara/Blue (bendthetide)
Date/Time: Sometime on 9/14
Location: An Aisle of Shoes in The Wilderness
Rating: TBA
Summary: Katara arrives in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet her.
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Naturally, no one really wanted to lug cocoons very far from the entrance; many of them had been shoved down the aisles nearest to the elevators in preparation for the trip back up. On the other hand, medical staff was all over the place--even in a successful evacuation, there were losses and injuries. Thankfully, it seemed that most of the Edensphere residents were alright.
Fugue felt comfort and relief in all this. A part of him had feared that going to The Wilderness also meant encountering the exile; however, that man was nowhere to be found and had yet to make an appearance. Perhaps he was writing in the journals, though? In all this mess, the 'elder' hadn't yet written in his journal. But now he was considering it.
He didn't look like the old man right now. Instead, he'd decided to use his true form -youthful enough to be in his twenties, raven black hair, and gold eyes- and sat among the higher rungs of shoes to keep a watch over the cocoons strewn about a couple aisles. Every once in a while, there was the usual wriggle, but of course it had to be one of the more distant cocoons that had to hatch, right? He picked up provisions and headed over to greet the newcomer.
Date/Time: Sometime on 9/14
Location: An Aisle of Shoes in The Wilderness
Rating: TBA
Summary: Katara arrives in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet her.
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Naturally, no one really wanted to lug cocoons very far from the entrance; many of them had been shoved down the aisles nearest to the elevators in preparation for the trip back up. On the other hand, medical staff was all over the place--even in a successful evacuation, there were losses and injuries. Thankfully, it seemed that most of the Edensphere residents were alright.
Fugue felt comfort and relief in all this. A part of him had feared that going to The Wilderness also meant encountering the exile; however, that man was nowhere to be found and had yet to make an appearance. Perhaps he was writing in the journals, though? In all this mess, the 'elder' hadn't yet written in his journal. But now he was considering it.
He didn't look like the old man right now. Instead, he'd decided to use his true form -youthful enough to be in his twenties, raven black hair, and gold eyes- and sat among the higher rungs of shoes to keep a watch over the cocoons strewn about a couple aisles. Every once in a while, there was the usual wriggle, but of course it had to be one of the more distant cocoons that had to hatch, right? He picked up provisions and headed over to greet the newcomer.