itsjustagamerp | Someone really wishes this was all a dream...

Who: Roxas and anyone who encounters him
What: He needs to figure out who's evil and who's not. He's wandering around while he works out how best to figure this out.
Where: Anywhere, though starting by the vending machines
When: Noonish
Warnings: Depends on who tags him, so, possibly violence and/or language

This was a fine mess they were all in. Shunted into a mirror universe with some people taking on their mirrored personalities and some not, it was difficult to tell who could be trusted and who couldn't. Roxas knew for sure that Pinkie Pie hadn't been mirrored... mostly because she wasn't bothering to pretend and had gone and pretty much broadcast it over the Cambot network. Vanitas and Selphie hadn't been either, but they'd arrived after the jump and were stuck up on the satellite with the mirrored Mads where they really couldn't help. He suspected it was possible that Minako hadn't been mirrored, but it was hard to say. Other than that, he knew for sure that Sora, Riku and Ven had been mirrored from observing their interactions with Vanitas and Sora's recent message over Cambot bitching about all the talking and how it had better be picking out an experiment. After that, he was clueless, though he could think of a few people he hoped weren't mirrored. He'd told Vanitas flat out that it could be problematic if Aqua had been mirrored. He didn't even want to consider Xion or Namine mirrored...

'This couldn't suck any worse,' he thought as he poked about the vending machines. He'd been looking around to see if his mirror self kept a journal of any kind, but so far had turned up squat. After a while, he'd given up. He didn't keep one himself (time in the Organization didn't count) and it had only really been wishful thinking to hope that his mirror self did. It would have been helpful, but there wasn't one so he was going to have to wing it. Sighing, he got a bag of pretzels and a soda out of the machine and headed off to look for someplace to hang out that was hopefully out of the way. He was pretty sure an encounter with Sora right now would blow his cover, assuming no one suspected already that he was behaving strangely.

Maybe the library would be worth poking around it, since this place seemed to actually have some good literature on hand. Not to mention he already knew someone else's diary might be stashed there and a little research might be needed to get that person's help with getting out of this universe.

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No, no it wasn't. They'd just have to keep making the best of things.

Xion wasn't going to avoid Riku, but she might have made him want to avoid her. That having been the goal, so much the better. Really, considering her mood at the moment, none of the mirrored people would want to cross her path.

She'd save any scowling for them, though. Now she was mostly concerned about her friends and getting Roxas to a safe place to get some rest. Injuries tended to, that was what he needed the most right now.

A short stay in the library was all that was required to become acquainted with the uncomfortably squishy couches. Unfortunately, those looked like their best bet. Xion was not agreeing to the closet, so it was probably a good thing Roxas suggested the library himself. "That might be best. Do you need us to help?"

It did allow time to work some things out, even if it might not be remember when/if they returned to their own worlds.

There were so many things wrong with this universe. Roxas was especially disgusted with it since it had sort of put him into a position of having to manipulate someone to get help with getting out of it. That he was able to bring himself to do it bothers him more than a little, though he's willing to chalk it up to necessity.

Rest sounded so good at the moment.

Roxas wasn't sure he wanted to know why there was no place to sleep besides a closet. Nor did he want to know how exactly it had enough room for everyone. The library had come to mind expressly because there were couches there and sleeping on a couch was better than sleeping on the floor or a table or some such. Especially now. "At least there's something there to lay on. Uh, yeah, a little might be good."

Even if they didn't actively remember anything, the links in their chains of memory would still be there, waiting to be reconnected. Maybe they'd eventually remember some of their time here.

Desperate times often called for desperate measures, and sometimes made people realize unpleasant truths about themselves. Namine had certainly had to face up to some of that in Castle Oblivion, and, to a lesser extent, with putting Roxas in the digital Twilight Town. If he waned to talk about it later, she'd be willing to listen.

Rest was the best thing when you were hurt or not feeling well. It also required something better than a table or a floor, yes. Even if the couches weren't very comfortable, they were better than what was offered in the closet. Fewer people tended to go there, too, and the fewer people who know Roxas was hurt, the better.

Along with Xion, she helped Roxas down off the table and out of the lab. Hopefully their luck would hold again and they wouldn't run into anyone on the way to the library.

That certainly was possible.

If he wanted to talk about it at all, it probably wouldn't be until they were out of this universe. He understood being the victim of manipulation all too well. Being the one to do the manipulating was strange and while he saw how it could be useful, it wasn't fun and he would never understand the kind of mind that would find it fun.

Amusingly, Roxas was pretty sure he could take this 'verse's Riku even in his current condition. That was neither here nor there, really. Just a random thought. Yeah, he needed rest.

Roxas had probably used up a good chunk of bad luck just running into Sora in this place. As such, they didn't encounter anyone.

They'd have to see what happened. Despite some of the bad things that had happened, Xion couldn't say she wanted to forget.

Xion would offer a listening ear if he wanted, too. She'd had to do her own share of manipulating, after a fashion, to get the Riku here to back off. It was strange, using something from what had been a game in such a bad way. While she'd been happy at the time that she'd achieved her goal, really the whole experience was leaving her with a bad feeling now.

If Roxas was thinking silly things like that, he really did to rest. Fortunately, that was soon to happen, since they made it to the library without any trouble. Glad for that, she helped Roxas sit down on one of the couches.

There certainly were some things that Roxas was fine with remembering. Other things... well, sometimes some bad stuff had to come along with the good stuff.

It would happen eventually, but for now, it could wait. He didn't really want to think of it at the moment.

He already knew the couches were too squishy. He hadn't properly thought of why, but now that he was thinking of it while actually sitting in one, he realized that part of the problem was a lack of proper support underneath the cushions. He pressed on the cushions a little with his good hand, thinking. Was it bad enough to fix it immediately or could it wait until after he'd gotten a little rest and was thinking a little more clearly? "Hmm..."

Truth be told, if it was suggested that he wait, he would. The couches were the best thing available at the moment and while they weren't all that great, it was probably good enough for now.

There were many things Namine would want to remember. It was true, though, that one couldn't always control which links in their chain of memories remained the strongest and brightest.

Whenever he was ready, she would listen. That's what friends did, right? Not wanting to talk about it right away was understandable, though.

Seeing him test the couch cushions, she held back a sigh. After all that, he still wanted to try to fix the couches for sleeping? They could do that after he'd rested. It was a good thing she and Xion were there. "Why don't you get some rest now? We can be quiet so we don't bother you."

As long as it wasn't all bad memories, he found he couldn't complain too much.

He probably needed to talk about it, but there were more pressing matters at the moment.

He was indecisive at best about whether or not he wanted to try to fix them now. Left to his own devices, he might have debated it a little longer before coming to whatever decision. However, he did have someone looking after him in this case and the reminder that he wasn't the only one aware he needed to rest in the first place helped in deciding. The couch would be fine for a little while at least. He muttered an affirmative and made himself as comfortable as possible. Whether they were quiet or not wasn't going to matter much. He was soon dozing and would likely need some prodding if anyone wanted to get his attention.

Someone really wishes this was all a dream...

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