Characters: Cocona and anyone who comes along
Time: Late at night
Location: At the bean
Content: Eaten by a tree drago-- I mean arrival at Chicago
Format: Prose
Warnings: Nothing at the moment
Cocona stared at the stars, stars that shouldn't actually be there anymore. Just a few moments ago they disappeared, along with the rest of the sky, turning everything pitch black. No, what she should have been staring at was a huge monster made out of trees.
It took her a few moments before she got really confused. What happened? This clearly wasn't Sol Marta, and she was also suddenly alone. Did this mean... that they failed? Did the Sublimation happened? No, those two promised a "game" before it could be activated, so they shouldn't be "dead" right now. And anyway, if it had happened this world would be some sort of paradise... this didn't look or feel like anything that would make her happy. Yeah, this wasn't paradise, if it was, Croix would be there. Speaking of which...
"Cro? Cro! This isn't funny, where are you? Where are we?!"