Rhapsody in Blue, Day Seven/Eight
...can't sleep.
Luckily for me, I'm alone in the diner, so I can sit at the booth where there's more room.
I'm feeling really alone. D:
I have no idea why this sorta depressing feeling just hit me now, but I guess it's just a combination of things.
For one, this world doesn't have any real... I dunno, recognizable characters in here.
I mean, there's the Purple Man, and depending on what sort of timeline I'm on, I may or may not see him at Talent Nite tomorrow... or later today, considering it's almost 2:30, according to the clock.
Then Business Dude may stop in the diner if I'm lucky, but he doesn't have a job, so it isn't likely I'll see him.
Dorky Man and his Wife, as well as Plucky Girl and her Parents are all rich, so I doubt I'll see them, either
The problem is that these characters... they can't offer much help, I think, unlike some of you guys. Like... well, it's not like there's Aladdin or Jack Skellington, and I can just find them and ask for help.
Also, I'm the only person from Earth here.
And I feel really alone.
Like, honestly, this comm is almost a godsend. I'm so relieved that I'm not the only person going through things like this, but it's... downright depressing how the only way I can share my experience is through the internet.
I can't necessarily talk about it with George and Ira, or George's wife Kaye -- I met her yesterday evening when she came to visit, and she brought me home for a much-needed bath.
I mean, they wouldn't know. Still... I'm getting to the point where I should just make up a backstory so I can vent to Ira when I need to. He's a remarkably good listener.
But still, it's just not the same.
I don't want to leave the world because there has been no sign of any sort of Heartless since I've arrived, and I don't want to chance it.
I mean, I've been reading about you guys in Traverse Town and your troubles and... I just don't want to pile that on top of things.
But at least you have people like Cid and Merlin taking care of you. I have... George Wilbur and Ira Guster, who are no better than OC's in a fanfiction. They're kind people, but I have no idea what to expect from them if something were to happen.
I just... I need somebody that I can take a walk with on an afternoon and talk about what's happened, too, without needing to pretend I'm really just an ordinary girl trying to make it in the big city by herself.
I know it sounds silly, but I don't want to chance it and go on the World Train when it comes by again...
I mean... I'm stable here. I have a job that pays fairly well (at least here -- I'm screwed if I were to go to another world, I think) and a place to stay and... well, I might get somewhere if I do well at Talent Nite, but I'm getting my hopes up with that, though.
I know it might be too much to ask, but...
If anyone wants a stable world and a well-paying job opportunity, then please, find a way over here, however you can.
George would totally appreciate the help, and I'd really appreciate the company.
3 AM.
Gosh.
I should get some sleep, or my voice is going to be totally shot for Talent Nite.
I'm singing "Why Don't You Do Right" you know.
It's the song Jessica Rabbit sang in Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
Turns out it's a standard here. I'm excited.
Luckily for me, I'm alone in the diner, so I can sit at the booth where there's more room.
I'm feeling really alone. D:
I have no idea why this sorta depressing feeling just hit me now, but I guess it's just a combination of things.
For one, this world doesn't have any real... I dunno, recognizable characters in here.
I mean, there's the Purple Man, and depending on what sort of timeline I'm on, I may or may not see him at Talent Nite tomorrow... or later today, considering it's almost 2:30, according to the clock.
Then Business Dude may stop in the diner if I'm lucky, but he doesn't have a job, so it isn't likely I'll see him.
Dorky Man and his Wife, as well as Plucky Girl and her Parents are all rich, so I doubt I'll see them, either
The problem is that these characters... they can't offer much help, I think, unlike some of you guys. Like... well, it's not like there's Aladdin or Jack Skellington, and I can just find them and ask for help.
Also, I'm the only person from Earth here.
And I feel really alone.
Like, honestly, this comm is almost a godsend. I'm so relieved that I'm not the only person going through things like this, but it's... downright depressing how the only way I can share my experience is through the internet.
I can't necessarily talk about it with George and Ira, or George's wife Kaye -- I met her yesterday evening when she came to visit, and she brought me home for a much-needed bath.
I mean, they wouldn't know. Still... I'm getting to the point where I should just make up a backstory so I can vent to Ira when I need to. He's a remarkably good listener.
But still, it's just not the same.
I don't want to leave the world because there has been no sign of any sort of Heartless since I've arrived, and I don't want to chance it.
I mean, I've been reading about you guys in Traverse Town and your troubles and... I just don't want to pile that on top of things.
But at least you have people like Cid and Merlin taking care of you. I have... George Wilbur and Ira Guster, who are no better than OC's in a fanfiction. They're kind people, but I have no idea what to expect from them if something were to happen.
I just... I need somebody that I can take a walk with on an afternoon and talk about what's happened, too, without needing to pretend I'm really just an ordinary girl trying to make it in the big city by herself.
I know it sounds silly, but I don't want to chance it and go on the World Train when it comes by again...
I mean... I'm stable here. I have a job that pays fairly well (at least here -- I'm screwed if I were to go to another world, I think) and a place to stay and... well, I might get somewhere if I do well at Talent Nite, but I'm getting my hopes up with that, though.
I know it might be too much to ask, but...
If anyone wants a stable world and a well-paying job opportunity, then please, find a way over here, however you can.
George would totally appreciate the help, and I'd really appreciate the company.
3 AM.
Gosh.
I should get some sleep, or my voice is going to be totally shot for Talent Nite.
I'm singing "Why Don't You Do Right" you know.
It's the song Jessica Rabbit sang in Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
Turns out it's a standard here. I'm excited.