(Untitled)

[floozyfacade]

The thing about the elevator in the Compound is that Olive can't think of any earthly reason it should be there. Granted, this isn't, she's fairly certain, any version of earth she's familiar with, so reasons of that nature don't actually apply, but, in spite of knowing there's very little use in it, she continues looking for some measure of logic

Comments

[arrownomore]

"Have you been going up and down this whole time?" Cissie asked, entirely too amused. It was her turn to do laundry so she had her stuff and Cassie's all jumbled together as she waited for a free washer. "I thought maybe the thing was possessed."

[floozyfacade]

"It is," Olive said, grabbing her basket as she headed out, grinning. "Completely. There's a demon in there, wouldn't let me out. Uh, no, I was just... you know, curious. How's it hanging, Cissie?" There were, she figured, far stranger ways to pass the time and far more eccentric people on this island. Then again, maybe this was a sign she was finally cracking; she wouldn't have been too surprised.

[arrownomore]

Cissie snickered. It wasn't by far the strangest thing she had seen anyone do here, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't way too amused. "A demon, huh? Well, unless he rhymes in couplets, I think we'll be okay."

"I'm doing okay," she added, leaning against one of the dryers. "It's my turn to laundry as you can see, so I'm kind of bored but it's actually better than doing homework, so there's that. How are you?"

[floozyfacade]

"Well, now I'm... good, but wondering about poetic demons," Olive admitted, laughing. She set her basket down on a table and shrugged. The last few weeks had had their ups and downs, but she was, for the most part, doing pretty well. "I'm good. Yeah. And we cannot have this boredom, no, we're going to have to come up with some way to entertain ourselves. Without resorting to homework." As much as she liked learning, there was a vast difference between the enjoyment that came from reading things on her own and slaving over problem sets or whatever teachers threw their way.

[arrownomore]

"Yeah, I don't know the whole story, but there's some guy running around who can turn into a demon who rhymes in couplets," Cissie answered without thinking. She realized what she had said and made a face - Olive was very sweet and all, but she was still pretty hesitant to just spill out her past Young Justice life like it was nothing at all. "At least, that's the story."

"So, let's see here. We need something to do that's not homework, is exciting and worthy of being a story of its own. Or something like that."

[floozyfacade]

"I like the way you think," Olive said, huffing out a laugh. Most of her life hadn't been much worth retelling, but that had never stopped her from putting her own spin on it. This place, though, had plenty of stories, and not just the people from them. "Well, we've seen unicorns. I've seen dinosaurs and that, that's, eh, a real hike anyway. The beach is kind of overdone. But you know, around here, I feel like if we just look, we'll find something."

[arrownomore]

"Well, there is riding on chocobos, though I don't know if that's exciting so much as incredibly geeky," Cissie said. "Though really, that's all Bart's fault that he got me into riding them in the first place, but really, it is kind of fun. It's kind of like riding horses, if, you know, horses were feathery and said 'wark' a lot."

[floozyfacade]

"Wait, what's a chocobo?" Olive asked, already grinning at the image. "Is that what they're called, the big bird things?" She's seen them around before, but at a distance, and she hadn't known who to ask what they were. Geeky had never deterred her before, it certainly wouldn't now. She couldn't quite convince the unicorns to let her on board, she'd never get on a dinosaur, more was the pity, but a chocobo, that sounded possible.

[arrownomore]

"Yes, that's what they are," Cissie answered. "They're from the Final Fantasy games. I never played them but the boys did so that's how I know. Would you want to go take a ride? They are so nice and sweet and it's a really fun time, I promise."

[floozyfacade]

Olive clapped her hands together, nodding. "Oh, I am so in," she said, bouncing slightly in place. "You know, I never actually played them either, but honestly, isn't it better to experience some aspect of it firsthand? I think so. Not the, the fighting parts, obviously, but this, yes."

[arrownomore]

Olive's glee was infectious and Cissie couldn't help but beam just as brightly. Riding the chocobos was always fun but somehow it felt like even more of an adventure now. Oh sure, they'd probably have to stay around the corral until Olive got used to it, but maybe they'd get lucky and be able to go for a bit of ride around the place.

"Oh yeah, I definitely prefer experiencing the chocobos over the fighting and the stupid grinding I've seen people do," she said. "Especially when it's all real somewhere, you know? I mean - I don't know if you know Zell or not, but he's from one of the games."

[floozyfacade]

"No, I can't say I've had the pleasure," Olive said, a hint of sympathy creeping into her voice. "That's always gotta blow, people knowing who you are." It wasn't the idea of being fictional that bothered her, not when the theory, as Eduardo posited it, made so much sense, at least compared to everything else here. If you had enough universes, enough alternate variations, everyone was fictional somewhere, and since so many people seemed to be from the same world without actually being from the same place, it stood to reason there was something to this notion. That someone might know your life story without being told, though, that bothered her. "So where are they?"

[arrownomore]

"I think it probably depends," Cissie said thoughtfully. "I mean, if you're, say, Superboy or Robin or something, it's probably a little less weird that people who know you are. It's people knowing your civilian identity that's the really freaky thing."

"But that's besides the point," she added a little sheepishly. She was way overthinking it, of course, but then given that she was in fact friends with Superboy and Robin, it was only natural. "Let me show you where the corral is - it's not too far from here, actually."

[floozyfacade]

"Awesome." Olive grinned, letting Cissie lead the way. It was an interesting way of phrasing things, civilian identity, but in spite of the way people on the island could easily prove to have been masked vigilantes and the like, she didn't think too much of it; she might have used a similar turn of phrase herself, if she'd given the matter much thought. "But yeah, that makes sense. Like, I think it's a lot weirder for people to know who you are if you're, like, me and you've never done anything noteworthy in your life than if you're, say, Harry Potter or something."

[arrownomore]

Cissie nodded firmly at Olive's words. She hadn't yet experienced that sort of thing but she was willing to bet it was only a matter of time given how the place seemed to work. That would be disconcerting, to put it mildly, especially considering the reason she'd withdrawn from the superhero business.

"Now here's a question for you. Is it weirder or just weird on a different scale to run into people you know but who are older or younger than when you knew this before the whole island thing happened?"

[floozyfacade]

Olive pursed her lips, considering that, a finger pressed to her mouth. "I think weirder," she said. "I mean, I don't have any firsthand experience, but like, just because it's more personal. I think the other one's more jarring at first, but the second one is, there's so much potential for long-term issues with that." She didn't really anticipate having to deal with that, though. It was easier if she told herself no one else would show up, better if she didn't hope to see her family or friends here. They would be waiting when she got home, that had to be good enough.