Room 206, Tuesday, Early Evening
"I was going to bring you cheesecake," Naminé said, taking a seat on his bed (really, theirs) and folding her legs under her. "But I'm afraid it slipped my mind, just as I left. Did you miss me terribly, while I was at work?"
"Absolutely," he agreed, sitting beside her and leaning forward to steal himself a kiss on her cheek. "I might have to begin following you to work again, to keep you company and torment the pepper shaker while I sing lively duets with the cheese grater, you know. That ought to solve all of that 'lonely while you're at work' nonsense rather swiftly, I think."
The stolen kiss was delightful; she only quibbled with his aim, which she corrected with a theft of her own.
"There are new owners, you know," she laughed. "I don't know that they'd approve of you wandering around, directing the dishes and pulling me into the pantry for illicit conversations."
She glanced curiously at her desk. "Is that mine? The letter?"
"I should think so," the juggler replied with a grin, "unless there's another somebody by your name residing in this room that no-one bothered to tell me about. And if there are three or four of you and you've been keeping it from me all of this time, I think I ought to be rather upset."
He paused, and then laughed a little, nudging her hip with one finger jokingly.
"And would like to meet them, as well."
"For illicit sexual purposes?" Naminé laughed. "I'm on to you. You're a horrible sort of very important man."
She picked up the letter and sat down on his bed again, frowning as she started to read.
"Richard DREYFUSS???" Sokka asked, incredulously. "Isn't he the guy who was in the thing? ...Yeah, I don't think he was anywhere NEAR Space Battles."
"You're completely WRONG," Jamie argued. "It was a bit role but he was totally in Space Battles. It was a favor from George Lucas when he was in that lame movie with Ron Howard."
"WHICH bit role??? I mean, when is he ever on screen? NEVER, that's when. He's NOT THERE."
"You're so blind you can't even see!" Jamie declared and burst his way into Namine's room. "Nammie? Tell Sokka's he's WRONG."
"I AM NEVER WRONG!!!" Sokka shouted, following closely behind Jamie.
"Well, okay, not never, but I'm right THIS TIME."
Naminé looked up from her letter, staring wide-eyed at the three figures in her room.
"I ... I have to go," she said.
"There's a bathroom down the hall if you don't have one in the room," Jamie suggested.
Sokka threw an elbow Jamie's direction. "First, tell him he's wrong about Dreyfuss," he insisted.
Valentine shot the two of them a look, and then turned to Naminé, frowning slightly.
"Go?" When she got that look in her eyes, it worried him. A lot. "Go where? What's in that letter?"
"I can't, I'm sorry, I ..." She jumped up abruptly. "I have to go. They've taken her. I can't stay, I have to help. If she's ..."
She held her hand out, and a portal flickered into place.
There was a Dojima.
There was a Dojima with a magazine, and a rather unrepentant smirk on her face. "What the hell is all the racket? I can hear you people on third! Some of us are trying to study, you know. Not me, but some of us might be..." she looked at the portal and went pale. "Tell me that's a good shiny thing, and not a bad one?"
Sokka took the opportunity to grab for Naminé's wrist. "That," he said, pointing at the portal, "is fine. Snowmonster made it. THAT, on the other hand," he continued, pointing at the letter, "is something very very bad which she was just about to explain to all of us."
Naminé stared at his hand as if she didn't recognize it, and then at his eyes. "Kairi," she said.
She held his gaze for a long moment before looking over at Valentine, almost desperately. "They have Kairi."
Valentine's breath caught at that.
Kairi.
He'd heard that name a million times, but had never seen the face except in Naminé's drawings. The thought that ... it had to be the Organization again, who else out there would terrify her so much as them? That they might have had Naminé's other half- the somebody that she came from, it made him reel somewhat as well.
He reached forward and took her other hand.
"Then we go and get her?" he replied. And it terrified him.
"Get who?" Jamie said looking confused. "Am I the only missing a plot exposition here?"
Naminé looked over at Jamie. "My Other. The girl I used to be."
She left the rest of it unsaid: the girl I have to return to.
Jamie scowled. "You are who you are," he said stubbornly. "I don't care what you've said before. You're not one of these heartless-nothing-whatever things."
Sokka gave Naminé a stern sort of look, nodding in agreement.
"And what you are isn't as important as WHO you are. You're not going anywhere NEAR Kairi unless you promise not to do anything stupid."
Valentine looked between Naminé and the others in the room with a bit of a frown on his lips.
"If the Organization has Naminé's... other self, then I hardly think now is the time to be lecturing her, when there are far more productive things to be doing. Naminé knows she's a Somebody."
He made certain of it.
Naminé gave Jamie a sharp look. "Whether I'm important or not, whether I'm real or not, none of that changes the fact that I am her Nobody. I was her once. She's part of me and she's in danger. That's unacceptable. And Sokka, I dare you to tell me the last time I was stupid."
She glanced back at Valentine, swallowing hard. "I can't leave her there. You know what they did to me."
Never mind that they were hardly going to abuse Kairi; she had no information they might need, and her powers lay along different lines than Naminé's. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered, except that her Other had been taken. Heaven help anyone who stood between her and Kairi's rescue.
Sokka blinked at her. "Huh? No, last time you were... NO! I didn't mean it like THAT!!! I'm just worried, is all." He looked around. "We need weapons. Should we grab anyone else?"
"I have no idea who else," Jamie said looking at Namine carefully. "What are we going up against?"
"You'll be staying here," Naminé said calmly, "watching Valentine, while I portal in, retrieve Kairi, and leave again."
"Yeah," Jamie said crossing his arms. "I don't think so."
"You most absolutely will not be going out there on your own," Valentine insisted, crossing his arms. "Absolutely not."
"Snowmonster," Sokka pleaded. "Let us help. We're good at this sort of thing."
Naminé looked between all of them.
"I can't guarantee your safety," she said. She took a long breath and exhaled, slowly. "Which ... isn't going to dissuade any of you, is it?"
"Nope," Jamie said with a small grin. "We're stupid that way."
"I have no idea what any of you are talking about," Dojima said simply, "But I'm still going. I'm bored, this sounds like an adventure of some sort, and someone can explain to me what's going on later."
"We're off on a daring rescue," Naminé said calmly, holding her hand in front of her again. The portal flickered into place. "To save the girl I used to be."
(OOC: preplayed with the amazing importantman, multi_madrox, sarcasm_guy and dojima_hime. NFI, but broadcast is a-okay, and OOC is love.)