-1 Woolong~ Intro! [Action/Dictated] (Backdated to before the event!)

[3nterprising]

[After waking up in the castle, the first thing Faye did was leave. Down those seemingly endless stairs, through the elaborate lobby, through those big doors and finally, outside. Where things looked even more strange. After seeing no visible option, she stops to take a seat on a bench a little ways from the castle. She leaned back, resting her hands on the bench when her hand landed on something. A pretty, leather-bound journal. She snatches her hand away in shock, looking around for someone to blame for this.]

What the hell...? I know I left this thing in that god-awful room.

[Warily, she opens it, finding her name embossed inside the front cover.]

I knew I had a common name... but I didn't think it was that common.

[She flips through the pages, considering the fact that she'd completely overlooked it before, and comes across the page with the words she'd just spoken. Staring, she puls the book close to her face. ]

Is this thing...

[Startled by the appearing words, she slams the book closed.]

Ok, this is crazy.

[Pouting, she tosses the book over her shoulder.]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[...He really shouldn't be surprised any more, really. Not after everything this castle has already done to him in the past. Still, the sound of her voice again so soon give an all-too uncomfortable feeling of pain in his chest. Made even worse by the fact she clearly doesn't know where she is. So she won't know who HE is.

Bless it, he hates this stupid feeling thing. It's not cool. So he'll just glare at the open journal for a moment, before closing it. Sorry, Faye, someone else will have to give you the welcome briefing]

[3nterprising]

[Of course, the stupid book had landed with the pages open and faced skyward. She thought she heard something, and glanced at it. But sounds coming out of a book? Get real, Faye.]

[both_neither]

...You okay, Faye?

Eenie meenie miny action?

[3nterprising]

[At the sound of the familiar voice, Faye turns, and she can't quite decide if the surprise is pleasant or not.]

... Mr. Saxophone?

action works :3

[both_neither]

[He smiles at her and bends to pick up her discarded journal]

It's been awhile since you called me that.

w00t!

[3nterprising]

[Although Faye had only been here for seemingly just under 40 minutes, she hadn't seen very many people. Gren was essentially the first person here she knew she could trust. But wait. Didn't he...?]

What is this place?

[both_neither]

[He watched her carefully for a moment, wondering. Sure, he'd heard about her leaving, but he hadn't exactly been on the best of terms with Spike, who was the only person he knew close enough to Faye to confirm the story. And it seemed like it would have suited Faye to go running off for some reason or another.]

You don't remember?

[3nterprising]

[Apparently, he knows something she doesn't]

Remember what?

[both_neither]

[A lot more than you think, Faye.]

....

Mind if I have a seat first? This is gonna take a few minutes.

[3nterprising]

Go ahead.

[She was eager to hear what Gren had to say.]

[both_neither]

[He took a seat next to her on the bench. He'd explained Paradisa once or twice before, but Faye's reappearance added was soon going to be a whole new level of crazy.]

This place...is called Paradisa. It's a different world. And the castle behind you? It brings people here from everywhere. Different worlds. Different times, even.

I asked if you remembered it because you've already been here. I've been here almost a year and you'd already been here...at least a year? I can't remember exactly. And then about a month ago I heard you'd left. Gone back home. It happens like that usually...without warning. I've heard of people leaving and coming back. Some remember having been here and others...don't.

I guess you'd be the latter.

[3nterprising]

[Well, this all sounded a little... impossible. So much so that all Faye can do is scoff.]

I've been here before?
You expect me to believe something like that?

[both_neither]

[He smirks down at his lap]

Not really, no. Not right away, at least. It took me a few weeks myself.

You can check the journal. You're probably in there somewhere.

[3nterprising]

The journal?

[She motions to the book Gren had picked up for her. Tentatively, she takes it, looking at Gren as she did so.]

I'm in here?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[When Spike hears her voice coming through the journal, he thinks he must have imagined it -- which seems like something he'd do; if only because he was so used to hearing her over it (either whining or bragging usually). Or maybe he was thinking of her because of what just happened, like a vestige of a conscience buzzing in his ear.

But when he goes back to it, the page is still there. Which means something he didn't expect... at least not so soon. A clean slate. He'd caught her at that perfect moment before someone reminds her, or the castle decides to do it for them, and it starts all over again.

It ends up leaving him in an awkward position. Some things are better left unsaid, and he owes her that much. If she doesn't remember, he sure as hell shouldn't say anything.]

Some people have all the luck.

[... Then again, he can't be sure without checking. It was going to end sooner or later.]

dictated; \o/

[3nterprising]

[There's something horrifyingly familiar about that voice. If it's who it reminds her of, she thinks she might lose it. First Gren, now this lunkhead... maybe she had died and gone to heaven. Or hell, which just seemed all the more appropriate.

Deciding not to put the carriage before the horse, Faye gives this mystery voice the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it's just some guy who sounds like him.

After a pause, she speaks, sounding far more collected than she actually is.]

Yeah? What's so lucky about this situation?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

... [No, that's definitely Faye. It's telling that she doesn't immediately start screaming at him. If she'd been pulled from another time, that would have been what he expected. Now... it's just as well if she believes he's someone else. He won't take that away from her.]

It's a cheap vacation.

Re: dictated;

[3nterprising]

[Well, that's something he would say. Her fears are slowly coming to fruition. But she doesn't want to believe it. Not yet.]

Well I could definitely use one of those.
Of course, I'd like to have known about it first.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[It's eerie, almost. More, the longer they talk. When Spike came to the castle, Faye was already there. Had been for a long time, from what he could gather. All those memories... even if there weren't many bright spots. Seems like she lost her past again. She won't be happy about that.

Although this time, she wouldn't be alone.]

Then it wouldn't have been a surprise.

Re: dictated;

[3nterprising]

I like to know what's coming.

[There's something in her tone. Something that suggests that vacations aren't really the subject here.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[There's a long, quiet moment before he responds.]

You didn't strike me as the type.

Re: dictated;

[3nterprising]

[The pause coming from his end is almost too long. Faye finds herself with a strange sense of relief when he speaks again.]

How do you know what type I am?

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[That could be about to change. He's still debating.]

Just a hunch.

Re: dictated;

[3nterprising]

Hmph. Some hunch.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

I could be wrong.