[IC, wandering from cabin to cabin in the void AS HE MAY HAVE BEEN DOING FOR A WHILE]

[cardoperatedboy]

Where is everything?!

Sora?!

Namine?!



((Back in a few, showering! Back!))

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[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Normally there's a hallway here. And no, I've seen neither.

[cardoperatedboy]

Yeah, camp went away. Got any food in there?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Some preserves, yes; nothing overly substantial. Are you hungry?

[peers out]

I wonder if this is the End of the World.

[cardoperatedboy]

Maybe a bit.

[glances over his shoulder]

I dunno if we need to get apocalyptical about it. I mean. The cabins are here. I passed a tennis court earlier. I just want to make sure some people didn't vanish with it.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

I see. Come in, then; and mind Oval, she's been underfoot recently.

[opens the door all the way]

The End of the World is a region bordering Castle Oblivion. Swirling voids and floating fragments of destroyed worlds are typical of it.

[cardoperatedboy]

Oval?

Well, maybe it is, then. Been there before?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

The heartless of the egg Naminé and I were assigned to tend. She does an adequate job of keeping the snakes out.

Yes, though that was before Sora's restoration of the worlds. For the moment, however...

[holds out a hand. nothing happens]

.. this is still camp.

[cardoperatedboy]

[shrugs] I don't care about any heartless pets of yours. Why were you tending somethng with Namine?

.....what were you trying to do?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

A camp-created organization assigned and distributed eggs to pairs of campers as a parenting exercise. Ours apparently had something of an accident before arriving. You can see its Nobody -- Xalvo, Naminé decided -- on the shelf there.

[and lo, on the shelf, beside the heart in a jar, is an empty shell.]

I was trying to leave. Have you decided if you prefer spicy dishes over savory?

[cardoperatedboy]

Parenting?! Why would you ever need to practice that with Namine, huh?

Like that'd work. Uhh... savory!

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Your guess is as good as mine. Naminé may, eventually, find the experience relevant; I certainly have little need for it.

[picks out a ceramic jar and takes it to one of the sinks]

It will work eventually. No camper's time here lasts indefinitely.

[cardoperatedboy]

...might be right. I think Namine maybe wants to take care of things.

So what'll happen to us then?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

And the likelihood of Kairi having children would, I think, be quite high.

[pulls several veggies from the soft loam in the jar and begins to wash them off]

Most campers appear to return to their world of origin.

[cardoperatedboy]

Dunno her well enough to guess.

[sniffs at them]

Yeah, exactly. So what'll happen then?

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[they smell like veggies! and also rice bran. kind of a rich, earthy smell]

I will return to my world and attempt to repair what was done in my absence. Where you go and what you do will be up to you.

[cardoperatedboy]

You're dead, though.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

I was. Currently, I'm as alive as I've ever been.

[cardoperatedboy]

Guess nobody's got anything but now, anyway.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

... these will be ready in a moment. Would you like some tea?

[and as Zexion begins slicing the veggies, that, dear friends, would be the sound of a carapace breaking through wood]

[cardoperatedboy]

Sure, I --!!!

[looks around >_>]

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

You've had green and chamomile so far; one of those, or something new?

[scuttlescuttlescuttlescuttle]

[cardoperatedboy]

[gets out his cards]

Huh? Oh, green.

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

Good choice. It will go well with the -- what are those for?

[DOOM APPROACHES]

[cardoperatedboy]

Don't you hear it? It's --

[cloakanddaikon.livejournal.com]

[IT'S COMING RIGHT AT YOU

RUSHING STRAIGHT

from under the bed.

... it's. Really tiny.]