#rxpture

He remembers... right, there had been something involving a virutal reality system and mind files... and then something with Silver Parasol... and then the latter had gotten in contact with C&A... it was all a bit of a blur, but it had all culminated in him here, the....

He couldn't remember his name. The vivid colors and childish objects, everything was familiar... yes he knew who he was, he could remember his family, every tragedy, every crime, he was more lucid than he'd been in the longest time, but he couldn't remember his name and....

"...what in @%^* is this supposed to be?" The rabbit asks as he looks over his hands, blocky, flat and pixelated like something out of an old Atari game. He was back in his old springlock suit, but with his skin an eggplant purple showing between the hinges. What's more, he was literally two-dimensional, in contrast to the space around him, which was all so much more... modern. Sleek, even.

this is going to make the sloppy makeout sessions much more awkward--

Gangle often found solace in this creepy rundown place. The Digital Themepark was a spot the other players didn’t end up going to that often. There were Caine posters everywhere as well as attractions. Abandoned places like this were something that most would likely find spooky but this place not one such spot for the ribbon girl. She looked at some of the game booths, like the bottle game booth, the fortune teller booth, the hook a bee booth, the dunk tank booth, the corkgun target booth, the ring toss booth, the basket ball booth, the concession stand, the hammer toss booth, and more that Gangle hadn’t tried. The place was far bigger than it had any right to be.

Then there were the rides, like the roller coaster, the ferris wheel, the bumper cars, a boat ride, a cinema, an auditorium where the awards took place that one time and last but not least the hall of mirrors. That place was the place Gangle knew the best. Her safe haven as it were. She wasn’t going there yet though, she might as well enjoy the games right? Why worry about messing up when no one was watching you? Oh, there were wooden mannequins around too but they didn’t talk.

This was what led her to a strange fortune teller booth. Normally she wouldn't go to something like this but right now she was thinking maybe she should try something new? Wasn't like anyone was around the judge her, certainly not that bunny she knew so well. So, she went up to the Caine looking fortune teller with a crystal ball near to it.

Totally unaware someone was nearby to her. Watching her.

(I'm so sorry this is our first interaction on this blog but I'm also not)

"But Flor!" The speedster looks up at the wolf and gives an exaggerated bat of their lashes as they clasp their hands together, fingers interlocked in a pleading gesture. They're doing everything in their power to look as cute as possible, something out of their usual wheelhouse (in his mind, at least).