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you're new here, aren't you? you have that look about you. like the proverbial deer in the headlights - but don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough.
after all, you might just be here for a while. why not make the most of it?

the room you've woken up in - it's yours. pretty nice, isn't it? we want everyone to enjoy their stay here, and that means providing decent amenities. the beds are soft, the roofs don't leak, and best of all? it's free of charge.

it's all on us. you're welcome.
feel free to roam about - it's not like you're a prisoner, or anything. and there really is a lot to see here, so go on ahead, knock yourself out. have fun. explore.
but i wouldn't go too far, if i were you.

does that sound ominous?
ah, well. like i said. you'll get used to it soon enough.

.welcome to siaion.

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[Escha's been awake a while. Her first few moments... well, they weren't pretty. There were a lot of tears, a lot of fear, a lot of darting all through the little townhome given to her and hoping that someone else was actually there. But once she'd found the note, the strange device and the key to "her" new "home"...

She stuffs all of these things into her pockets, carefully steps outside and into the city proper. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and she's still very, very frightened, but she'll manage. Somehow. Right? She has to. And she can't be the only one in this position, can she...?

Nervous as can be, hands clasped tightly together behind her back, she starts walking. She looks so very out of place, but she just can't help it.]

[ awin has been awake for a while, too. his first few moments had been decidedly better than escha's – mostly because instead of tears, fear and nervous, restless moving about, he'd taken one look at the device he'd found on the desktop across the room and proceeded attempting to take it apart.

yes. we are not kidding.

it's probably been some hours since he's woken up, and though he does wonder where he is and how he'd managed to find himself away from colseit, to be perfectly honest? he's more concerned with his surroundings and how they work. even from as little as he's seen, there seem to be a lot of technological nuances that he's not even remotely familiar with, things that he'd really like to see the inner workings of, figure them out, take them apart and put them back together …

but. of course that can come later. ( right? please tell him that can come later. ) and he finally drags himself out of his new home, device and key and other things stuffed into various pockets like he's setting out on some grand adventure. it isn't until he spots a familiar flash of pinkish hair, a fluffy tail that he finally picks up his steps, pretty much making a bee-line for escha before she has a chance to notice him. ] Escha? Hey – [ he catches up to her, reaches out to lightly grasp her shoulder, eyes both bright and concerned. ]

You're here!

[That voice--!

She whirls around, wide-eyed but daring to be hopeful. And when she sees him - sees that it really is him, and her mind isn't just playing tricks on her - she gasps. His hand braces against her shoulder, and she finally smiles, tears of relief welling up in her eyes.]

Brother!!

[And almost immediately, she throws her arms around his waist, squeezes her eyes shut and buries her face in his chest.]

What's going on?!

[ he's just as relieved to see her as she is to see him – not only because it means a familiar face, but because it means she's safe, and he can keep an eye on her. he smiles down at her, his own arms winding around slender shoulders as her make their way around his middle, squeezing her only as tightly as he dares without worrying he might accidentally hurt her.

it's just a moment, but his nose buries itself against her hair, taking a small bit of comfort in the familiarity her presence offers. you're okay … you're safe.

he pulls away just enough to answer, voice even, calm to mirror her distress. ] I don't know – I don't even know where we are. We're not … [ a beat, and he tries to find the right wording to keep from distressing her further. ]

We're not anywhere close to home, are we?

[If Awin hadn't found her, if she'd been trapped in this strange place all alone... well, she doesn't know what she would have done. But it's okay - he's here now. She lets the tears in her eyes fall as his arms wrap around her. She feels so much better, just knowing that he's here. He's okay, he's safe... and they can work together, and make sure that the both of them stay that way.

She turns her head, so she can speak without her words becoming muffled against his shirt, but she doesn't move away from him whatsoever. This is the first comfort she's had, after all.]

I... I don't think so. But... did you get a letter, too?

[ hey, don't you go thinking about that. you aren't alone – you'll never be alone so long as he has a way to get to you – so there's no point in thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't found you.

his arms wrap around her just a bit more tightly, and he relishes the thought that she's okay. she's safe. he can keep an eye on her and make sure nothing happens. ( well … to the best of his ability, anyway. he's going to try his damndest to make sure nothing else happens. )

it doesn't matter that she doesn't move away from him. he hadn't quite been ready to let her go, anyway. they can stay like this for a little longer, can't they? ]

I did. And I have to say, I've read it over a handful of times now and I still can't make heads or tails of it.

[You're right. She doesn't have to wonder, because he did find her. She's not alone. And she could not be more grateful for that fact.

They can stay like this as long as they want, as far as she's concerned. She doesn't want to let go, and doesn't want him to let go either.]

I can't either... but it sounds so serious, doesn't it?

[She doesn't want to ask the obvious: "do you think we can go back home?"]

[ oh, good. because he isn't moving just yet, and doesn't plan to. this is too familiar, too much like something normal to have him willing to let go. ( in a place like this, where nothing at all is like anything he knows, he clings to that which he does – and in this very moment, that alone is escha.

he would say he was sorry, but … well, he isn't. not really. ) ] I wouldn't say serious. [ he tries for a small laugh, here, just to be reassuring. ] But it definitely merits some attention. Don't worry –

[ he nuzzles her hair, smiling against the top of her head. ] We'll be okay. Get it all sorted out.

[ and get back home goes unsaid, but he hopes the implication is clear enough. ]

[She needs the familiarity just as much as he does, and she's not afraid to admit it or act on it. She knows she wouldn't be able to handle this alone. And while she will eventually pull herself together and make things work, she's more than aware that it'll be that much easier to do with her friends around.]

Okay. I trust you. We will.

[She finally manages a smile in return - it's small, and a little unsure... but it's more than she's been capable of since she woke up here.]

But where do we start?

[ neither of them would be able to handle this alone – he doesn't think, anyway – if only for the fact that they've relied on one another so heavily over the past years. he looks after her, she looks after him, and that's just how they operate. he doesn't know any other way to be.

he gives her a light squeeze at her next words. you have no idea how much that means to him, escha. ] We start at the beginning, of course. [ of course! where else is there to start~? ] There's a pretty good chance that we might be able to find something out if we explore where we woke up. Like the other rooms, or something.

[ and you can bet that he's now more used to exploration than he ever was before all of this happened. ]

What do you say? Up for it?

[They don't have to handle this alone. Now, more than ever, they're part of the same team. More - he's one of her best friends. He's family, and not just by blood relation. She'd call him "brother" no matter the family tree.

He's so upbeat, she can't help but follow suit. (and that's something she appreciates more than even she realizes...)] Of course! That's a great idea, Brother.

[Exploration? Count her in. The Escha of a few years ago wouldn't have been nearly as brave...

She looks up at him, nods with determination.]

I'm up for it. Lead the way?

[ unlike someone else they both know, logy's first venture had not been to attempt to disassemble everything in the immediate area. upon waking, once the residual fuzziness had been shaken from his head, he'd read the letter over a few times just to ensure that he hadn't missed anything – not that there was anything to miss, really, because there wasn't much to it in the first place – and still found himself at a loss.

relocated yet again. at least when he'd been reassigned to colseit, he'd known what he was getting into. this?

he doesn't like the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him that something is wrong, here. it feels too much like dread, too much like something he isn't prepared for.

which is why he'd needed to get out.

he isn't prone to claustrophobia – not in the slightest, having spent nearly all of his time back in central city in the atelier – but the idea of being in a new place he's never heard of without any good reason for having been taken away from the familiar hadn't sat well with him, and the excuse to go out and figure things out had been good enough that he hadn't put much further thought into it.

sometimes, it just felt good to walk. stretch his legs, clear his head. try … to figure out what in the world is going on.

he almost misses her when he passes by – head down, staring at the pavement beneath his feet as though the cracks throughout might hold some sort of answer that he's thus far missed – but it never seems to matter how far apart they are, because some tiny sense in the back of his mind sparks his awareness into high gear, and it's like the proverbial flip of a switch.

there you are.

he calls out to her before he approaches, even though he's already angled himself in her direction, voice carrying over the distance just as easily as if there were no space between them at all. ]

Escha – !

[Alas, there's no dismantler for him to simply put the phone into...

Escha probably needs the fresh air more than she realizes, but she isn't thinking about that. She left the little house she woke up in on the grounds that it seemed to unfamiliar, too much like a prison. Sure, it's nice to breathe fresh air, but it's still not the air from back home. It's not Colseit. This is not Colseit. No one here is familiar. No buildings look like the ones she knows. There isn't the familiar, lingering scent of apples in the air. Heck, she's not even sure there could be room for an orchard in a place like this, everything is so densely packed, as far as she's seen, and... just... It feels different, in every single aspect.

Everything is different. And that is terrifying. Maybe she should have stayed in place after all... Yeah. She's just about to turn around, to trudge back to that unfamiliar house and find somewhere to hide, but something stops her - a tiny feeling, a nudge of an inkling in the back of her mind, gives her a hint that she should wait. Just one more second, just a little longer, maybe she should lift her gaze up from the concrete and look around--

--there. It's him...!]

Logy...!

[They may as well have called for each other in unison. And any obstacles between the two of them go entirely unnoticed to her, because she's beelining for him as fast as her little legs will carry her.]

Logy! You're here!

[ it's only going to spit out a battery and some plastic, anyway. :| not any sort of thing that he would actually have any use for. oh well.

the fresh air does wonders for his head – though he won't readily admit that it had been clouded in the first place – and even though he's found himself in a place that he isn't familiar with, it isn't completely unlike the moment he'd landed at the dock in colseit. it isn't central city, isn't anything close to what he's used to, but when faced with a challenge? he'll more than surely rise to the occasion, give it everything he's got just to try to figure things out.

( he can say that, now. now that she's been the one to drag out of him his own shortcomings, his own worries. he can never thank her enough for being the one to care so much for him, even when he hadn't thought he'd deserved it. that there were still people who would cry for him …

it's a thought better left for another time. he's past it, now, after all. no need to dwell on it, right? )

she sees him just as he sees her, and though there is still some distance between them, escha makes short work of it. one, two – and then she's there, within arm's reach, and he feels the corners of his mouth twisting upward into the semblance of a smile as she nears him, making as though to act like nothing at all is out of the ordinary.

( because deflection is the best sort of coping mechanism, isn't it … ? ) ] I'm so glad I found you –

[ he really is. you don't even know the half of it. ] Are you okay?

[Not yet, anyway~ They've both got a lot to learn. ... Again.

She stops just short of actually colliding against him, looks him up and down with wide, shining eyes, just to be sure that not only is he really there, but that he's okay. And once she's satisfied with that much, that's when she throws herself against him, fingers gripping at his shirt as she lets out a huge, audible sigh of relief.]

I'm okay. I'm really confused, but I'm okay. I'm so glad I found you, too.... are you okay?

[ good thing he's up for the challenge. learning something new? that shouldn't be too hard at all.

you're the reason he has this newfound confidence in himself, after all.

his arms wrap easily, instantly around her when she finally comes close enough, and it's such a relief to know that she's there and safe that he lets his guard down. allows himself to relax just the slightest bit in her hold, leaning into her as though she were a tangible source of support despite how tiny she is.

( she is his support, tangibly or intangibly, and he's sure she has to know it by now. ) ]

I'm also a little confused … I don't understand how we got here, or why we're here, but – [ he hums, thoughtful. ] There has to be a reason for it. Things like this don't just happen.

[Yep! After all they've been through, picking up on anything new should be old hat and a walk in the park~

Escha will probably never fully grasp the extent to which she's helped Logy, but she knows one thing: without him, she never would have become the girl she is now. She may have helped him find his confidence again, but in return, he's given her strength in all its myriad forms. He is the reason she can constantly find it in her to go forward, the one who pushed her and taught her and helped her realize that life is so much more than she could ever have known if he'd never fallen into her life.

He helped her realize her dream, after all. And then, he brought her home again. Safe and sound. With him. She will never forget.

She practically nuzzles herself closer to him when he takes her into his arms. He might just feel her shaking a little - the relief is still settling in, after all.]

You're right. They don't. But... what could the reason even be? And how will we figure it out?

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surprise number two!

screaming!!!!

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gdit heaven forbid i finally give her keywords :|

you know i forgot i gave logy keywords .. and was surprised when i opened up his icon page.

surprise!!! lol