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Is... is that...?

Klavier cannot believe it. After meeting so many new people, after meeting such a colorful crowd of humans (at least he thinks all of them had been human - he can be sure though) Klavier almost can’t handle seeing a familiar face again.

It has been only a couple of days by now but he has seen nowhere familiar. Not friends nor family (hah, of course no family) and not even stars or models that he knows. Even in the newspapers and magazines he has browsed, there has been not even one familiar face.

And now to see her - Klavier cannot believe it. He has almost convinced himself that, no, that can be. She can’t be here.

Yet, he was running to her, his arms waving in the air, excitement radiating from his face like light from the sun.

Cykes & Co.

It was relatively easy to find, close to the university he regularly visited anyhow. One thing happened after the other, him now in the lobby that was peacefully empty due to the time. Nothing wrong with that itself — he didn't break in, unlike with the agency, or any of that stuff. The only concerning part was that he was carrying a bucket filled with at least 4 litres of water. Well, he wasn't moving it around anymore, placing it on the ground, but, it's still not something usual to have with you.

Fiddling with the handle, it's clear he was trying ... something, but he stopped abruptly when the door opened, leaving the water bucket alone.

... There she is.

"Hello, Athena." he'd greet her with zero interest to keep proper formalities. He knew her, after all, even if she might not recognize the avian yet. "I'd like to speak with you." The goose stood up, pretending as if the bucket next to him didn't even exist; it didn't matter right now. 

heroic wasn’t a word to describe chloe price; reckless and brash might’ve been better terms. even so, it wasn’t as if all of her energy was expended in favor of stupid exploits. pointless? maybe. did she always tend to fight against the current? absolutely. chloe always followed what she thought was right in the moment; even if that was a mistake, even if her gut & instincts were always a step behind. but sometimes you had to say fuck all that noise and just act. which was exactly what she was doing. as a woman she knew that men could be fucking awful, she’d had waaay too many experiences with shady men in her life that she knew when something was up. so obviously when she spotted another woman-- just about her age-- getting heckled by a creep, she had to step in and do something about it. she was lucky that she had height on her side, though a good portion of men were still taller than her, she had dealt with aggressive shorter guys, too. but this guy was about her size, if not an inch or two taller, and luckily he was no body builder. he was about skin and bones in an incredibly unhealthy way, so much as that she was sure he was probably on something, and that was no fucking good to deal with. chloe’s gun had been drawn from her waistband as soon as she was right upon them; her timing impeccable considering she could tell he was about to do something. a click signaled chloe was cocking the gun, and the man’s head turned. ❝ Step. The fuck. Away from her. ❞ chloe growled, motioning with her gun slightly. the man gave her a blank look. was he calling her bluff? did he know it wasn’t a real gun? the adrenaline pumped through her veins, her heart beat in her ear, her muscles felt like a spring under compression. she could have to act at a moment’s notice and act accordingly, or the both of them could be in danger. ❝ I said get away, shithead! ❞

Lucretia’s come to be fond of Sunset Circuit. It’s not a trip she makes often, but it’s a very peaceful place, and makes a nice place to try to relax and take in her surroundings. Not only that, but the properties of the moon beach are fascinating.

“What a lovely view...” she’s commenting to herself as much as the girl standing nearby. The beach isn’t crowded, but this is the best place to see the sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

In terms of how much exploring she wanted to do regarding the islands, there weren’t many of them she was content with heading to... perhaps she might eventually go visit Foss Isle if only for the sake of being able to say that she had seen a dinosaur up close. One island she definitely wasn’t going to be visiting any time soon was Haugst Isle. As much as she’d like to say her swordsmanship was great, even Flora wouldn’t be able to put up much fight against the monsters on that island. From what she’s heard from travellers that had already been there, they weren’t the average monsters either.

They were more like something out of a horror novel. Or maybe a film would be more accurate... if that was the case, there was no way a sword of her own would do that much damage. So, she was sticking to the more peaceful islands. The short time she spent on Nommin was spent helping others build shelters and anything else they might have needed using the supplies the island offered. However, she hesitated on building shelter for herself, as she still had the Volaat Isle to check out for herself.

Which was why she was there now.

Something that was apparent was that this was one of the smaller islands... it was easy for her to bump into other travellers on the island, offering a wave to each of them. Something else the lady noticed was that there... didn’t seem like there was a lot of resources here... sure, there was shellfish running along the rocks near the shore, but there didn’t seem to be any other source of food. Then again, she had still to get onto one of the ships... most of them seemed to have taken some form of damage, so she was avoiding those ones for the time being. Instead, she was gravitating towards the more secure ships; ships that looked like they had something to offer on board.

If she had been looking for resources before, it had been pushed to the back of her mind for the time being as she had finally found a ship! It had a little bit of damage, but nothing that seemed too concerning. Flora had never been on ships before, merely only hearing about them from stories her mind could barely remember any more. Perhaps she should’ve checked to make sure there wasn’t anyone else on the ship before her curiosity got the better of her and she began wandering around... maybe it was simply the fact that she hadn’t bumped into many people she knew that made her not so inclined to look for them currently.

Cheryl had searched Haugst as best she could, but she was unable to find any way out. She should have expected that much- if this is anything like the Otherworld, there’s no way out until the world itself decides it’s done with you and spits you back out into the real world.

But she has yet to hear radio static or see the looming figure of Valtiel. So, at least, it’s not her nightmare all over again.

She decided to try and get her bearings in the sleeping quarters, just as she was about to lock herself in one of the rooms- she sees another person had beat her there.

“Hello...” She says, pressing her back against the door- ready to run out if this person was dangerous. “Who... Are you? What is this place...?”

One hand snakes up to rub her forehead, already suffering from a headache. 

Dropped!