Giving and receiving [active]

[rivetingly]

Character(s): River, Oogie and Betelgeuse~
Content: Arriving at the Paradisio
Setting: in front of Paradisio, M4
Time: late afternoon
Warnings: none yet~

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[gamblewithlives]

She was crazy.

That was the conclusion Oogie had come to after a train ride with River. The girl had fallen out of her tree a long time ago. Who in their right mind would be afraid of something as dumb as the weather when there were much scarier things out there?

Him, for example.

It was that same weather that had put him in the foul mood he now stewed in. Burlap does not handle water well, and the heavy rains on the way to the train station had made him absolutely miserable. The squishing noises he made every time he took a step were absolutely murdering the intimidating image he tried to keep. When he stepped off the train after the ride had ended, the heat wave hit him like a bag of bricks. What were they trying to do, boil his bugs?

When he met the moron who was in charge of this stuff, he was going to give him a piece of his mind. Preferably something venomous.

About the only good thing he could see about that train ride was that it had given him a chance to figure out the weird little device they'd given him at the gates. Evidently it was some sort of journal that connected him to the rest of the city. An information network.

He idly wondered if those three annoying minion-kids of his were around. They'd love something like this, especially if they could use it to play tricks on people.

He looked up from his rather grumpy musings at River's words. "He? Who's this "he" you're talkin' about?" Just when the thought the day - and the girl - couldn't get any crazier...

He eyed her as she walked off, obviously expecting him to come with her. Well, fine. He'd follow her. Just for now, though. First chance he got, she was gone - "pretty" did not make up for "crazy." Cruelly ironic that the first pretty girl he'd seen was entirely out of her mind. "You'd better know what you're talkin' about, doll," he muttered dangerously as he followed after her, leaving a trail of water to sizzle in the overheated street.