Long Lost Lottie [Open, Active]

[alottalottie]

Character(s): Lottie, open
Content: Miss LaBouff returns to Paixao and she doesn't know what to make of it.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Week 29, sunset
Warnings: None

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[maybeimaleon]

Squall was, by no stretch of the imagination, anything resembling a people person. True, he did have a little bit of experience by way of Rinoa, but that wasn't really enough to help through most things. But even then, he rather grudgingly figured he might as well at least see what was going on. There wasn't really anything else immediately pressing, at the very least.

(Even if he might have wished that there was, but that was neither here nor there and anyway, why would anyone he knew have shown up when they hadn't done so yet?)

"Is everything alright?"

[alottalottie]

Lottie had been sitting demurely, making a fuss out of smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in her red dress, but when Squall approached, she froze like a timid deer. This was just the blessed silence before the coming of the storm. His kindness (such as it was) was all it took to get her going.

"Oh, I'm truly not, you just don't know what it's like!" she wailed dramatically, eyes filling up with tears again. She pulled out a pink handkerchief from her bodice, wringing it in the throes of her despair. "I was gone, I swear I was, but now I'm back an' it can be so dangerous here! With all them spooky Organization fellas and some people are just plumb crazy around here too! I think it's the lack of natural sunlight, I surely do. You just can't breathe with all them domes hangin' up over us!"

[maybeimaleon]

...Yep, definitely out of his area of expertise. Rinoa hadn't ever gotten this bad, even when things were more than a little out of their hands. But he'd gotten himself into this, and he supposed it would have been just a little bit rude to walk away now.

"There's sunlight in some of the other worlds, I guess?" he answered with a shrug.

Whether or not that was really natural sunlight was up for debate, but it was better than the domes, and even he had to admit that they got more than a little bit annoying at the best of times. It just wasn't the same somehow. Wasn't right somehow and that was really the problem with the place, in the end.

"I can't do anything about the Organization, though."

[alottalottie]

"Oh, bless your heart for wantin' to, though," Lottie sighed, sniffling. "'Spose they're likely waitin' in those other worlds too, just lookin' for the right opportunity to --" she jumped up, forming her hands into claws and grimacing, her mascara running from eyes -- "pounce on poor, unsuspectin' folk like us!" She paused in that pose, looking quite terrifying indeed, before suddenly blowing her nose into her handkerchief, loudly.

"I do apologize, sugar. I plumb forgot my manners." She folded over the handkerchief, making quick work of dabbing at her eyes and making herself more presentable. "My name is Charlotte LaBouff, but y'all can call me Lottie." She smiled demurely at him, as if her earlier theatrics never happened.

"What's your name?"

[maybeimaleon]

Were they? He was aware of the fact that it was a little odd that the worlds seemed to 'open up' slowly at the best of times, and odder still that there'd been a point when no one had even known about them, but did that really mean the Organization was waiting in them? They had to have known they were there, but was it worth it? Were there enough people there to both snatching people when they had a whole city stretched out before them.

Somehow, he had a feeling Lottie wouldn't want to hear his suspicions. It would probably only set her off again, and he could deal with her slightly better if she wasn't wailing.

"Squall," he answered. "Squall Leonhart."