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[GP/EP] Check-In Day
Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.
So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.
Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.
Madame Mayor was in.
So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.
Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.
Madame Mayor was in.
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It would all be okay, because of course it would be. "Thanks anyway. Hey, can you tell me what this world is called at least?"
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Maybe it hadn't quite hit him yet.
"I'm not from here, but I've been told this world is 'Earth,' and the kingdom called 'Kal-eh-forniah,' in a country made up of United States. Does that mean anything to you?"
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And then something else in the guy's answer grabbed Sora's attention. "Wait, you're not from here? You came from a different world too? Neat! Which one? Maybe I know it!"
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Maybe he was just a little... You know. Touched.
But for the moment, the half-elf extended him the benefit of the doubt. (People here still looked askance at him about dragons and the rest.) "If you have a way of contacting your friends with their ship, there are a lot of people here who would be very much interested in the possibility of travel to other worlds. We're in what's known as the Madonna Inn, you see, and we don't seem able to leave."
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Was it possible that this world wasn't connected? It would explain no one being able to go anywhere, and no Heartless, but... how did people from different worlds all end up here, if there was no connection? Maybe... maybe it was like Traverse Town, way back in the beginning? People with strong hearts and wills ending up someplace else when their worlds were consumed by the Heartless. Like Sora himself had done, and Simba, and Bambi....
Sora decided, immediately, not to mention this possibility to the man in black, who was being friendly and helpful. It wasn't like Sora was sure, or it was anything but a mean thing to say. "I'm sure this world will get connected sooner or later. It'll all be fine."
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"Hands are super useful for introductions," he put out a black-gloved hand for a smooth, friendly shake. "Welcome to you, Sora. I'm Vax'ildan. And I know a thing or two about dragons," he confided. ...Killing them, at least. "I can show you where to find your room if you'd like."
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Sora certainly didn't look threatening, but Vax more than most knew better than to assume. He'd been killing men for coin by the time he was this boy's age.
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And that was as good a time as any to call the Keyblade, in its swirl of light, as Oathkeeper, one of its more impressive forms. And a nice reminder that he had to see Kairi again, to return the keychain she'd lent him so long ago. "I use this to destroy them, free the hearts they take, and lock them out of worlds. It's called the Keyblade."
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"Don't take this the wrong way, lad, but all of that sounds super weird to me," he finally admitted. "You lost me back at the dragons. ...Are any of your Heartless here, do you think? I'm fond of keeping my organs where they are."
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As they worked their way round the winding path, giving Sora a better understanding of what buildings were where and the garish charm of the Inn's outdoors, they chanced to pass another man with ridiculously good posture, white hair surprising on someone so young, and a custom set of spectacles. He had his nose buried in a book on approach, but glanced over the pages at them when he noted there were people headed his way. "Don't even, Percy," Vax held up a hand as if to signal for safe passage, even as the fellow seemed to purse his lips to say something. "Check-in day." 'Looking for a young boy,' indeed. Percy thought better of it, and continued off in the opposite direction.
"That's Percival. He's alright. A bit too smart. You can meet him later," Vax promised. "Better not to get sidetracked first thing."
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"Every once in a great while," he struggled a bit with weighing out how much hope he thought he ought give in his mild tone, "one of the rooms will... Change a bit, to let us visit some other world for a time. But once the door shuts, things are back to being small and closed-off like before. We all come back to the Inn."
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He nodded at the three buildings that rose up ahead. "This is where the private rooms are. Most of us end up in the largest building, over there. There's also an artificial pool beyond, if you like to swim." He flashed an impish grin. "Or toss your friends in."
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"Our building is back this way," he waved them on. "...I know this is all a lot to take in. But is there anything special you're wanting to know already?"
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