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[texas_forever]

Tim's seen the playground before. More than once even. Hell, he's even sat on a swing once or twice and wandered up the slide. Stretched out on the floor of the little merry-go-round thing. It's one of the few places on the island that actually reminds him a little of home, of every little playground in every park he'd ever been to back home

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[truelovekiss]

Giselle still missed Andalasia, but this island did have its own charms. Some things, like the beautifully colored birds that lived all over the place, were exceptionally lovely even if they were far less conversational than the ones she had known at home. When she sang with them, though, it was something like talking to them, and she felt a little bit less homesick.

"Don't you hear the birds?" asked Giselle, stopping in her song to give them the attention they deserved. "They have such lovely voices, and they're very nice to let me be a part of it. Do you sing?"

[texas_forever]

For some reason, Tim hadn't quite been expecting her to actually answer him and he definitely hadn't expected her to sound so... pleasant. It's a little confusing.

He recovers from his slight disorientation fairly quickly though, quirking a grin as he steps into the playground, heading for a nearby swing. "Not the kinda singin' you're thinkin' probably," he says, eying the birds that have congregated around her. "You sound good, though."

[truelovekiss]

"Thank you. All kinds of singing are wonderful," said Giselle. "Though I'm sure there are some kinds I haven't heard yet. There are all kinds of new things I never heard of before I came here."

She swung back and forth a little bit and was glad there were swings. They reminded her of home, a little bit, though not as much as the birds.

[texas_forever]

Tim arches an eyebrow; not even Lyla'd ever been this... perky and it's a little unnerving. Tim doesn't quite know what to make of it. Or her.

"Yeah," he asks, taking a seat on the swing nearest her, swaying idly as he watches her. Pretty and not unlike just about every cheerleader and rally girl at Dillon. With a few exceptions of course. This could be interesting. "Like what?"

[truelovekiss]

"Like the magic box where people get their clothes. Nothing is sewn by rabbits or mice. It's very strange."

Giselle enjoyed the swings some more before realizing that she was being rude.

"I'm Giselle, from Andalasia," she said. "And it's very nice to meet you."

[texas_forever]

... Rabbits and mice? Immediately, he thinks of Jaye and her interesting brand of crazy. Though, this chick -- Giselle, apparently -- seems a lot less bitter and cynical and, Tim has to admit, he's not used to it.

"Tim," he replies, his smile somewhat confused, but mostly intrigued. "From Texas. Where the hell's Andalasia?"

[truelovekiss]

"Andalasia is just beyond the Meadows of Joy and the Valley of Contentment," explained Giselle. "But not a lot of people travel there from other places. I think it must be near Far, Far Away, and not very close to Texas, though Texas does sound like a magical land."

Giselle found herself longing to meet someone from a place like Andalasia, where things were just different, but she didn't really expect it. She hadn't met very many people, in all her time in New York and on this island, who even had talking animal friends.

[texas_forever]

Tim's heard lots of descriptions of Texas, some more flattering and more accurate than others, but magical has never been one of them. He kinda likes how it sounds, though and there's probably more than a few people in Dillon who'd find it appropriate.

"It's... somethin'," he tells her, but he's still smiling just a bit as he gives her a look over. Maybe crazy, but definitely pretty. That's something. "You been here long?"

[truelovekiss]

"Not very long," answered Giselle, trying to recall exactly how many days it had been since she had woken up expecting Happily Ever After and found this odd land of Tabula Rasa instead. "It's very hard to tell, though. Time seems strange here, even if it isn't really. How long have you been here?"

[texas_forever]

"'Bout a year," he tells her, silently agreeing on the time thing. He pushes his feet against the ground, sending his swing swaying a little more, but he keeps his eyes on her. "Trust me, the time thing never really gets any better."

[truelovekiss]

"Oh, my goodness. That's a very long time." A whole year. Giselle could hardly imagine it, though she did not know the way to get back to Andalasia (or even New York), so she thought perhaps she ought to try. "What have you done, with a whole year here?" she asked, wondering what sort of plans she ought to make for herself.

[texas_forever]

"Uh..." Tim replies, the word drawn out as his brow creases slightly and he finally quirks another smile. "Pretty much nothin'. No real reason to."