[There's a soft groan from the other side of a rock that the PDA currently has a view of, a girl's soft voice as she wakes up.]
Pascal...? Eugene...?
[A blond head can now be seen but only the top of it, the sharp intake of breath as she realizes she's not where she's supposed to be.]
Pa-Pascal?! [Her tone is frantic now, scared.] Eugene!! [She
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[ ...At least for the moment. Troubling how it sounds like Libitina brought two arrivals at the same time, though. ]
Is your friend hurt?
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But by now she's talked to everyone above for a little bit. Still seems a little unsure and scared but okay for the most part.]
Is it safe here if I'm considered a toy? [An honest question, but. He's asking about Pascal. Nice man. But still a man. I'm watching you. B|] Pascal i-is fine. He was just knocked out like I was...
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Afraid you've got me there, Miss, but I can at least promise you're safe for the moment.
[He cocks his head at the screen then, as if that'll help give him a better look at her surroundings.]
Knocked out? Is he recovering all right? [ frown ] I have some medical supplies on hand, if you think that'll help.
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[Enter Pascal rolling his eyes at Allen as she pulls back the hand he's on and looking at the chameleon.] He's fine, woke up soon after I did.
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[It's such bad taste.]
Has anyone told you about this place, or offered to show you to the apart--
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He does look fine. [In every sense of the word. Leans to the side so Timcanpy can hover into view and flap a wing at Rapunzel in greeting.] Hello, Pascal. It's nice to meet you too.
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[Nodding again.] A man named Cross Marian offered to come and get me. [And perhaps smiling a little more at Allen's laugh, then peering sightly at Tim.] What is that? [:P]
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[MOVING ON as if that didn't just happen.]
That's a relief, then. If you watch where you're stepping until you make it to the fence, you should be able to follow it to the gates without much trouble. I'm afraid the scenery outside isn't much of an improvement, but at least it's outside.
And that's―
[He also sees what you're doing there, Master. So hard. Allen has half a mind to go fetch Rapunzel instead, but it seems Cross is already on his way, and if nothing else, Cross is at least a perfect gentleman to ladies.
At first.
Allen will just have to keep an eye on his Master when they get back.]
―good to hear! I hope you don't mind me keeping you company until he gets there, then. [ holds out a hand for Tim to perch on ] ( ... )
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One that changes to a listening one when Allen starts talking again.] Wouldn't it be keeping whatever is dangerous out there out of where I am? I-I don't think the dead would mind me much just hanging out until he comes...
[Sob. Pascal is already going to keep an eye on him. She's frightening him with being a fairy tale come to life anyway. :|a
Smiling.] I don't think I'd mind. I don't see anyone else nearby offering to talk. [A strained grin at being in a graveyard with the dead that shouldn't even be popping up. But it wouldn't surprise her if they did.] He's very...pretty. Hello, Timcanpy. [Little wave.
Pascal eyes the golem. Oh no, I'm the cute one in her life, back off gold ball.]
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[laughing as Tim swells with pride:] Careful, he already has quite an ego!
[...Must come from hanging around Cross for so many years. He sobers after that, though, careful not to appear serious to avoid dampening the mood too much, but he does look very earnest.]
You'll find there isn't anything more dangerous than some unstable buildings out there, Miss Rapunzel.
[Huh. Allen hadn't given her name much thought at first, being more focused on the possibility that someone might be hurt, but now that he's addressing her by it ― what a quaint name.]
The city's empty except for a handful of us, all brought here from different worlds. How much have you been told so far?
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She grins.] It's alright, I know how to deflate them as well.
[Rapunzel relaxes a little at that, not too much considering she's still in a graveyard with open graves and things.] That makes me feel a bit better. No thugs or ruffians?
[Very important question. Don't let your pondering of her "quaint" name distract you from answering it.]
Other than my room number and the name of this place? Not much, I'm afraid.
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Always a handy skill to have, I say. But no, none that I know of. There are only about a dozen of us here and we're all quite the decent sort.
[...Relatively speaking. He scratches a cheek awkwardly, then takes a breath and continues, in the staunch manner of someone who has done this many times before:]
I'm afraid this is going to get lengthy, then. Basically, Libitina has been bringing people from different worlds for her own entertainment. She calls us her toys, as you've learned by now, and plays with us by making strange things happen each month, usually lasting for a week. We're left to survive on our own otherwise.
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That's a relief, though some of them aren't all that bad once you share your dreams. [Long story, don't ask.
But listening now!] Libitina is the girl that gave me the room, then? [She can't be that bad if she gives them shelter, right?] What kind of...strange things?
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