trans_9 | Sea-salt Ice Cream, Anyone? [Open!]

"We-ell, isn't this interesting?"

Axel has just discovered the Sensoriums, immediately reminded of the Holo-Missions. Still, it takes him a second to get over the mild shock of finding himself standing in The Grey Area, weird, way too perfectly situated holograms of Larxene and Demyx and Roxas sprawled on various couches. Vaguely out-of-tune sitar attacks his ears, and though he is grinning that really probably terrifying, cheeky-as-hell grin of his, he blinks and asks the room to not have anything to do with The Castle That Never Was. He supposes it was his own fault for having his favorite sofa on his mind when he walked in, but Nobody or not, the place always gave him the creeps.

In a brief second, he finds himself in Twilight Town, on top of the clock tower. He assumes his usual posture, one knee bent, other leg dangling towards the ground. Sea-salt ice cream makes itself known in his hand, and he sighs as he bites at it, trying not to think about how unused to being alone up here he is.

Stupid brat, running off like that...

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Kate was looking to do some sword practice in one of the rooms. She wanted to go over some things she picked up during one of Kang's training sessions.

She opened the door and was surprised by the height of the tower.

"Whoa, oh sorry, am I bothering you? I didn't know somebody was here already."

Axel's head rolls to the side, tilting back a bit so he can get a look at the woman, though she's a bit sideways because of the position of his head. Lifting his ice cream to his mouth, he stares at her, contemplating his current mouthful before he talks.

"Not at all. I was musing on how boring it is being alone up here, anyway." His smile isn't nearly as obnoxious as it usually is as he turns properly to greet her. "I'm Axel." ~~Got it memorized?~~

A second later, he is offering a light blue ice cream to her, head tilting. "Ice cream?"

A young woman at that, in her late teens by the look of her.

"I'm Kate. Just woke up recently right? I thought I saw you with the other newcomers out of the pods. Been awake for a long time now. Was with the first group."

She came closer, and tilted her head quizzically at it.

"Sure, thanks. What flavor?"

He's pretty young-looking himself, especially when he pops the ice cream into his mouth almost in its entirety, the stick protruding like an overlarge lollipop stick, his eyes upturned to watch Katie eye the ice cream.

"Yeah. 'S a weird place, and I've been to plenty of weird places in my life. This one... kind of takes the cake." He pulls the stick out of his mouth with a gloved hand, staring at it before rolling it between his fingers. His gaze drifts back up. "You gotten used to it yet?" It almost sounds like he's asking if he'll get used to it, except not, because that's not what he's asking at all. Nope.

At her question, he grins, and yeah, it's that obnoxious grin that pretty much everyone he's ever met hates.

"Sea-salt. It's good."

Kate shook her head, "I don't think you ever can get used to it. I mean yeah, it's familiar now, and it's home only because don't have another option anymore."

Actually the obnoxious grin reminded her of Tommy in a way, which was both good and bad.

"Sea salt ice cream? Maybe mixed with something else, like lime sherbet." Margarita sundae anybody?

Tay had, it had to be admitted, avoided the Sensoriums for the most part for the first couple of days. It unnerved her, thinking about the fact that she could re-create her home in complete virtual reality or whatever, and she wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea.

But eventually, she wants to do her normal training routine, so she heads down to think up the training facilities from her granddad's estate... hopefully. Of course, when she cautiously opens the door, she finds that someone's already there, and they've created someplace else. She almost turns around and leaves, but...

She's wearing her normal clothes. They're not much to look at, just some old cargo pants, steel-toed boots, and a tank top, but it's... comforting. It doesn't hurt that she has her colt on her hip, and can feel the kimber in its ankle holster, where they belong.

...well, if she doesn't see anyone, it can't hurt to explore a bit, right? She saunters down the street, eyeing her surroundings curiously - they're very... bright and clean - and trying to look as though she totally belongs. She ends up in the square below the clock tower, looking out towards the distant water. With no one around, she imagines what it'll be like to have her wings... and doesn't notice when the Sensorium provides a pair for her (deep reddish brown with hints of gold, about an 8-foot span, and they look just like Brigid's did before she died when Tay was six - she always thought Brigid's wings were the prettiest...).

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