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[MINGLE] One-Man Show

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
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Rinoa was cleaning up and it seemed like a pretty calm morning all things considered. Julia was yawning at her in a ridiculously cute way and she almost was going to take a video of it, when everything changed around her. This wasn't the first time she was physically removed outside of her control and moved somewhere else, and it did feel like she must have missed time. Panic raised in her and she sensed people around her before a vision of someone else's life flashed before her.

The image was gone and she breathed deeply, trying not to panic glancing around at the others with shaking hands. "What was that?" She recognized Reeve from the vision. "Where are we?"

7 is not a morning person. People are up and about, but she hadn't been asleep for too long before they were all unceremoniously dumped at the Inari Shrine. She's disoriented when she wakes up, and before she's got a chance to process the shrine, the environment shifts and they're in a room. 7 stands and tugs at her clothes, watching the man take offense to the model. She shies back, on edge and missing her spear.

It fades away, and she blinks, glancing at the others, but not relaxing her stance. She shakes her head at Rinoa's question. "I ... have no idea."

Steph wakes from a troubled sleep to find herself in a weird cave wearing long johns, socks and nothing else, a business-like knife gripped in one hand and her hair going in every direction.

"What the hell?" She keeps the blade at the ready in case this is some kind of attack, but quickly determines that it's just some goddamned nonsense and a movie.

It's a little fucked up, though, that Reeve is in the movie, freaking the hell out, ripping a model city apart until his hands bleed. It gives her a little shiver of fear not unlike the moment she realized her own city was about to come to ruin.

"Reeve?" she asks gently, turning to see how her friend is doing and silently asking the question- was that what I think it was?

Ah, yes, that. Reeve sighed, arms crossing over his chest in a quietly defensive position.

"I cannot speak to where we are, either. What I can say is that was... three years ago. The night of an attack on the city I managed. A few hundred thousand people died."

More than that. He can generate an exact number, and the very memory of the night leaves an ache in his chest. Pain in his hands, which are shaking except he has them tucked away so it's not visible. The ache of so many lives lost, and him powerless.

But his eyes looked to Steph and he nodded. Yes. That was what she thought it was.

Rinoa was still shaking from the fear of what was going on, and she looked at 7 and then Steph. At last she knew them on sight. That was easier. Where were Seifer and Nida? "That would explain it," she said, dazed. About him letting loose on that model and freaking out. "Does anyone recognize this place?"

A few hundred thousand people died. She's staring at Reeve with wide eyes for a moment, since she's having a hard time even visualizing that many people. That model, then, must have been massive, and it's not something she can process easily.

Especially on top of everything else.

She gravitates towards Rinoa, since it's comforting to have someone familiar here.

"I've never been here." She looks from one face to another.

Steph doesn't want to be too overt about it, but she manages to quietly move over close enough to Reeve to put a hand on his elbow. She doesn't try to catch his eye. She doesn't know how many people died in the gang war. She doesn't even know how long it went on after her death.

"There were a couple of weird places on the map I found. I don't remember what exactly, but it feels like high altitude weather to me."

It would be easier if he didn't know the numbers. Exact counts of confirmed dead. Presumed missing. Population counts from latest censuses. Typical margin of error for those numbers. Average rate of immigration to the slums. So many numbers. SO many damn numbers and his hands tighten around his coat as he stands there. But Steph's hand grounds him, soothes him enough to keep him focused on the issue.

"Unfortunately I'm relatively new here, I don't recognize anything outside of the village and the path to the southern farming project," he said softly as he tried to calm himself, tried to refocus. Three years ago. He... he could handle this. "I wish I could be better assistance. Perhaps if we could find somewhere to get a better view from I could determine at least where we are in relation to the village."

One of his hands unfolds from the other to lightly reach out and put his fingers on Steph's hand. A quiet thank you for the support.

Rinoa glanced over at 7 and took in a deep breath and let it out. Okay. They could do this. It was really strange, whatever was going on, but they'd made it through other strange things. This wasn't the sorceress. She opened her mouth to say something and ---

[From 6:36-7:14 and 7:21 to the end as they are chronologically the same.]

After opening her eyes again, Rinoa immediately went on her knees. It was a miracle honestly she wasn't passed out instantly, but instead she started hyperventilating, wrapping arms around herself.

[OOC: Continued here, please see new warnings.]

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