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Faolain, Rin { ([personal profile] magicmissile) wrote in [community profile] falnerestate2014-08-31 09:57 pm

[closed] I think I prefer to stay inside.

WHO: Rin Faolain, Asami Fukuzawa, Tohru Fukuzawa
WHAT: An awkward car ride.
WHERE: All over Falner! (In a car!)
WHEN: 8 April 2066, after this
SAFE FOR WORK? Tohru is never safe.
OTHER NOTES: backdating awyeah


[ Today was not a good day. Rin was about six hours from recovering from the trauma of this morning, almost five minutes into being kidnapped by a crazy space mage with a spaceship, and approximately twenty seven seconds on being stranded a million miles away from home (which is... sort of a charred husk of an orphanage now, really).

He also pretty much got himself kicked out of said spaceship and onto a space port with nothing to his name but the clothes on his back, the dragon on his head, and the satchel he brought with him containing the last few possessions he has: a new-yet-overworked laptop, a mobile phone, a few copies of his CV, a bunch of colored pens, a notebook, a book on the history of underground tunnels in Europe, some loose change, a year-pass for the transit expiring on his birthday, and lint.

Worst.

Day.

Ever. ]


That was fun, Erin, wasn't it? [ His dragon, Madge, ever the optimist, is swishing her tail along his back now. ]

Yeah, right. [ He frowns and grumbles. ]

Where d'you think that funny man went to, now? Can we pleeeease ask him for another ride? 'Cause that was fun!

No, Madge, we're not asking for another ride. We're going to find a way back home. [ Somehow, anyway. Sure, he was told to stay put and wait, but-- but!! That statement could be very loosely taken. He wasn't clear that Rin should stay put on the exact spot he left him. He could have meant "stay put in this general area" or "stay put inside this spaceport" or something similar. Which is why Rin is looking for a guidemap of the area, so he could figure out where the exit is. ]

Are you suuuuure? He might return and look for us where he left us back there you know. And then he'll take us back home!

I don't really trust him.

But what if he comes back and looks for us and we're not there?

Then I'll tell him I needed to pee, and had to go look for a rest room, and got lost.

Ohhhh, okay. But what if--

No more "what-ifs," Madge.

...Okay.

[ He doesn't end up too far away, though. He finds a vicinity map, memorizes the exit routes, then settles down on a bench near where he'd been dropped off. There is a file on his laptop that he wanted to check... except he isn't sure if he's ready for that yet.

Currently, he's wondering if he could remotely hack into Dublin PD from here and start his search over. ]

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