◌ 013 ◌ Games and worry

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[When the CAT turns on, Fuu doesn't even notice because she's playing a crane game with an intense look of concentration upon her face. Nearly buried amid the adorable stuffed figures that fill the machine is a brown schoolbag, which Fuu is clearly aiming for.]

[The claw snags one of the handles of the bag, the crane moves up, and Fuu gives a small cry of happiness as her bag is deposited in the chute.]

At last. Thought I'd never get it. --Oh, and another one of these?

[Taking up her bag and the two coins she looks left and right. She then moves over to another game, this one with a pincushion nestled among the toys. Fuu tilts her head thoughtfully.]

It was Miss Sophie who lost the pincushion, right...

[Figuring that she wouldn't know how to play the game to get her item back, Fuu tries to start the game with her CAT so that she can retrieve the pincushion for her. But it won't work.]

What--?

[Moving down the line she tries a couple other machines. None work.]

Oh, I see. That's just mean.

Well, everyone, it seems that my CAT is on, so you just saw it. Apparently we must each come enjoy this arcade that the Mayor told us about.

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[Later, a message private to Verita, in text]
Miss Verita, something happened, didn't it? Please message back when you can, and... hang in there.

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[fortune_sought]

[stares at Fuu's CAT transmission indignantly] That is my pincushion! But what's it doing inside that box?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Grins and shrugs] The same thing my school bag was doing in there, and Xion's coat, and ...all sorts of other stuff. It must be the items that were taken with the "your possession is in good hands" note left behind.

[fortune_sought]

But why put them in a glass box where anyone could find them?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Well, it seems like games are the... challenge this week. I had to answer a question just to get in here, and now this [gestures to the crane games].

And like you say, anyone can find them, but only the owner of the item can get to it. Why bother doing it this way? [Shakes her head.] Our things might be safe, but I hardly call it being in 'good hands'.

[fortune_sought]

And we have to play two of these games to get to them--one to enter the building, and then that game to get it back... [frowns. she doesn't like the sound of that, especially after what Mr Braxiatel pointed out about the penalty for losing]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid so. A bit troublesome, ne?

I'm really very sorry that I can't get it for you.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

But... How did our stuff get in there?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. I asked the attendants here who had access to fill the machines, but they were typically unhelpful.

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

[Xion sighs.] But to get in... We have to answer one of those riddle things, right?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

To get into the arcade? Yes, I'm afraid so.

But there's nothing against asking for help with the question, right?

[irreversibly.livejournal.com]

... [Xion nods.] Right.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Right! She's cheering him on!]

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

... Seriously? That's where our stuff went?

[lol at the image of a bow and quiver of arrows in one...]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Seriously!
Strange place for it to show up again, ne?

Oh pffffft, that must've been an interesting sight.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

No kidding... how'd they even get it in there? [just scratches her cheek]

Thanks for letting us know. I'll have to head over there as soon as I can.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

The attendants here had no idea either, unfortunately.

You're welcome! Please do.

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Wait, so our stuff just "magically appeared" in there? Good grief. Of all the junk we've gotta believe, they're piling that one on there too...?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Well, the person who left the card assuring us that our possessions were in 'good hands' must have done it. But I hardly call this being in good hands. Safe, yes. But...

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[bit_impossible]

Fuu...you wouldn't happen to see something that looks like a thick pen, do you? Has a black nub on one end, and a silver one with a blue tip on the other?

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[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Yes, there is something here that looks just like that. It's yours?

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[bit_impossible]

Yes, actually! That's my sonic screwdriver, by the way.

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[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that it's here!
'Sonic screwdriver'? Because it's from the future, I bet it does more than drive screws!


[And she looks at it again through the glass. She doesn't see anything that looks quite like a regular screwdriver end...]

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[bit_impossible]

Well, to be fair, I only did remake that one a few years ago. It was only made of advanced technology which doesn't always mean future, even though it does to most people.

[collector]

Thank you for the tip, Fuu.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!