OPEN TO SAKURA [FINISHED]

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Who: Allen and (CCS) Sakura
What: Allen finally gets away from Tiki, a little unnerved by the whole thing, and goes to look for food. He meets another unfamiliar face, and LOOK CUTE.
Where: Near the teahouse
When: After this log with Tiki and Ky.
Rating: G
Open: Sorry, no.

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[cards_mistress]

She had stepped out of the teahouse for some fresh air again. While she knew that it was dangerous for her to be outside, especially with all that had been going on, she couldn't help but feel restless. Something big was going to happen soon. She just knew it. Perhaps her dream had something to do with it

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Allen felt himself relax a little at the sound of the voice. It was just a little girl! That was, in a way, comforting.

He walked toward the voice until he could actually see the owner of the voice. He smiled and waved a hand - his right hand - in greeting.

"Um...hi! Sorry, I was just looking for food, and I guess I got lost. Not that...I knew where I was in the first place..."

[cards_mistress]

Sakura blinked at the older boy before smiling.

"Hello!" She looked at him, then down at the cookies before offering it to him. "Here, you can have some of this. It's not much, but at least it's food, right?"

She cocked her head curiously to the side. "You must be new here. The city's always tring to get people lost and the doors aren't much help either."

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Allen smiled at her. "Really? Thanks! It's better than nothing."

He took one of the cookies from her, not wanting to be rude by taking more, and tasted it. "Hey, these are good." He swallowed, then continued, "I'm new here, yes. But...I haven't been through any doors. Is something wrong with them?"

He finished the cookie in only a couple bites, and then remembered his manners. "OH! I'm sorry, I'm Allen. Allen Walker."

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He listened as if it made any sense to him. Really, it didn't make a whole lot.

"I'm sorry, but what...what's a 'chatroom'?" he asked, visibly confused at that one. He couldn't imagine what she was talking about. He'd figured out that the "journals" were the way people were communicating with the machines, but beyond that...he really didn't know.

[cards_mistress]

Sakura blinked. He must be from a world that didn't have computers, like Al. She cocked her head to the side, trying to remember how she'd explained it to Al before.

"You understand about the journals, right? When you type something there, it's put up on something called the Internet, where other people with access to it can read it and reply to you.

"A chatroom... is kind of like that, except a lot faster. It's this thing that pops up sometimes. Other people who are using their computers are usually there, too. When you type something, the other people in the chatroom can see it right away and reply. It's kind of like you're actually talking to them.

"...Did that make any sense to you?"

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He nodded. He didn't know HOW it worked, but he guessed he understood the "journals," as she'd called them. He probably wouldn't have called them that, but that was all right. It was kind of accurate, really, except that everyone on this "internet" thing could apparently read them. He'd have to make sure to be careful what he said, then, just in case.

"So it's like a telephone, but with written words?"

[cards_mistress]

"Yes, kind of like that, I suppose. Um... well, I don't know how it all works, really, and sometimes, even when I try to make an entry private, Robin always still manages to read it..."

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, not knowing what else to say.

"Um, is there anything else you want to ask? I might not know the answer, but maybe one of my friends would."