A long overdue meeting -- Traverse Town [COMPLETE]
"Finally!"
Claudia had long stopped musing over her role in the grand universe, and had started to muse about something much simpler; getting her journal to work.
She had an inkling that it must have been connected with the others, because of the strange condition it was in when she first arrived on this world; empty, but pages intact. Claudia couldn't help but think that she could somehow use it to communicate with her allies.
Unfortunately, it wasn't cooperating. Finally, a passerby had seen the frustrated woman yelling at her book and somehow realized that she was just trying to get the interface to work. She had thanked the stranger five times over, who just seemed anxious to get away from the strange woman.
Now the journal was functioning properly, foriegn writing scrawled on a page right after her latest entry. She could only assume this was Ed's, as his was the only name she added (she somehow caught it during his exchange with the other blond man... the one with the Recovery service?). And what luck! He was asking for them to return to the café!
Claudia almost tried commenting to the entry herself, but that seemed rather useless. The café wasn't even 10 minutes away from where she was standing, near the doors of the Second District.
She hurried to the café anyway. It seemed more than just incredibly good fortune that Ed found someone (or someones?) who were willing to give them a ride off Traverse Town. It was about time they started moving.
Claudia had long stopped musing over her role in the grand universe, and had started to muse about something much simpler; getting her journal to work.
She had an inkling that it must have been connected with the others, because of the strange condition it was in when she first arrived on this world; empty, but pages intact. Claudia couldn't help but think that she could somehow use it to communicate with her allies.
Unfortunately, it wasn't cooperating. Finally, a passerby had seen the frustrated woman yelling at her book and somehow realized that she was just trying to get the interface to work. She had thanked the stranger five times over, who just seemed anxious to get away from the strange woman.
Now the journal was functioning properly, foriegn writing scrawled on a page right after her latest entry. She could only assume this was Ed's, as his was the only name she added (she somehow caught it during his exchange with the other blond man... the one with the Recovery service?). And what luck! He was asking for them to return to the café!
Claudia almost tried commenting to the entry herself, but that seemed rather useless. The café wasn't even 10 minutes away from where she was standing, near the doors of the Second District.
She hurried to the café anyway. It seemed more than just incredibly good fortune that Ed found someone (or someones?) who were willing to give them a ride off Traverse Town. It was about time they started moving.