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Who: seasaltblues and notquiteanobody
What: While the Tron events take place, Xion finds herself lost in the catacombs for the duration of it. Commence unease. Much unease.
When: March 27th in the middle of the night.
Where: The Catacombs
Warnings: Flail and default b'aaaw?
Status: [Complete]
Strange. One moment, she could have sworn she was wandering the strange new world that had enveloped the city. Caught up in the how and... more pressing. 'What is it now?' Of course, the change had left her lost with how to navigate it exactly. And before she had known it, she had slipped through one particular entrance and had come out in the catacombs. And while she had turned back to try to return to that strange place, she instead had found a dead end where she once exited it.
Uneasy and forever biting her lip, Xion since had been trekking the maze of tunnels, trying to find an alternate route. So far, she had no luck though. Save perhaps she was lucky enough to have kept a cap on her rising panic for so long. The catacombs served once as her prison before. Months and months ago, it was. But the memory felt as fresh as a new dawn when she was back in the place where it had all happened. Which might have explained why her pace had picked up to nearly a mad dash for a little as she ducked and weaved through several tunnels before she just seemed to find herself back where she started. Taking a moment to lean up against the wall and catch her breath. Leaning that soon turned to slumping. She was stuck there again.
Of course. Why not? Fate sure liked to be cruel to her anyway. ...Just a little longer, she told herself. Take a break and then... Then she would find a way out. ...Maybe.
What: While the Tron events take place, Xion finds herself lost in the catacombs for the duration of it. Commence unease. Much unease.
When: March 27th in the middle of the night.
Where: The Catacombs
Warnings: Flail and default b'aaaw?
Status: [Complete]
Strange. One moment, she could have sworn she was wandering the strange new world that had enveloped the city. Caught up in the how and... more pressing. 'What is it now?' Of course, the change had left her lost with how to navigate it exactly. And before she had known it, she had slipped through one particular entrance and had come out in the catacombs. And while she had turned back to try to return to that strange place, she instead had found a dead end where she once exited it.
Uneasy and forever biting her lip, Xion since had been trekking the maze of tunnels, trying to find an alternate route. So far, she had no luck though. Save perhaps she was lucky enough to have kept a cap on her rising panic for so long. The catacombs served once as her prison before. Months and months ago, it was. But the memory felt as fresh as a new dawn when she was back in the place where it had all happened. Which might have explained why her pace had picked up to nearly a mad dash for a little as she ducked and weaved through several tunnels before she just seemed to find herself back where she started. Taking a moment to lean up against the wall and catch her breath. Leaning that soon turned to slumping. She was stuck there again.
Of course. Why not? Fate sure liked to be cruel to her anyway. ...Just a little longer, she told herself. Take a break and then... Then she would find a way out. ...Maybe.