the white room

Fancy restaurants tended to book early for romantic holidays, more so when that date also fell upon a weekend. It was, therefore, quite fortunate that Naminé had thought to call two months in advance, in order to get a table for tonight at that chic new place with the very elegant atmosphere.

She had not told Valentine until today, of course. Such things made for excellent birthday surprises.

And so, Valentine and Naminé had had a very nice dinner. She had thought they might walk along the beach afterwards, but there was still snow on the ground. A touch too cold. Sandcastles could wait.

For now, they had a puppy who was quite excited to see them once more, and one another.

(for valentine. also open for phone calls, for either of them.)

It was entirely too quiet, today. Naminé was quite content with the quiet, but she didn't ever really trust it. Not when one lived with a Very Important Man. Very Important Men did not lend themselves to quiet.

For now, she was seated on the couch of Jason's flat (she and Valentine had been living there for months, but somehow, to her, it was still Jason's flat) and sketching the sleeping puppy at her feet. He was growing so quickly. She should capture this moment while she could.

(for calls or visitors or the boy who lives there!)

Of the many things Naminé might have expected to see on the living room floor of Jason's flat, very high on the list would be Bojangles, the puppy that she and Valentine had taken home from the shelter just three weeks ago.

It is doubtful that a tiny, adorable toddler, happily attempting to chew on his own feet, would have been anywhere on any list, whatsoever.

"Valentine!?" she called weakly, sinking into the nearest chair.

It was going to be one of those days.

(OPEN for he who shares the flat and/or for phone calls)

Valentine and Naminé had settled in to Jason's flat rather nicely -- it made a nice trade for the tower -- and were now plotting their next move.

Well, they were mostly celebrating being together and alive and whole, with rather a lot of kissing and so on, but inbetween that, they were quite possibly considering the whole what-next angle. More or less. It wasn't like they didn't have time, after all.

Speaking of time, she'd finally figured out this whole time-difference and now that she was sure that she wasn't about to wake people up in the middle of the night, she had some phone calls to make.

(OOC: NFB-distance, Valentine modded with permission, just me tying off loose ends. If you're a friend/teacher of Naminé's and would like to know that she's okay, then pick up! (You can also handwave a call if you'd rather.) Am keeping this to her journal as per townlumni rules, since she's left the island and all.)

( Reunion )

(OOC: Part 3 of 3! It's finished! (One and Two are here.) Preplayed with the kickass importantman, as always. Thanks so much to everyone who helped, especially multi_madrox who inspired part of the ending, and I totally cribbed a line from KH's theme song in there, yes. Naminé will be letting people know she's all right shortly.

Naminé's going to townlumni status; feel free keep her journal friended if you'd like to read the continuing adventures of Valentine and Naminé. He'll be staying on as an alum.

NFI, NFB for distance, but OOC is massive love. And farewell (for now) from our two.)

( It was a day like any other day. )

(OOC: preplayed with my superfly partner-in-crime importantman. Part 1 of 3, the other two are coming shortly. NFI, NFB, but OOC is massive love.)

( Dreams were so strange ... )

(OOC: preplayed with the awesomesauce importantman. NFI, NFB, but OOC = A-OK.)

( Aftermath )

( Return )

(OOC: preplayed with the excellent importantman, multi_madrox, sarcasm_guy, and dojima_hime. NFI. The return to 206 (without Naminé) is okay for broadcast, the rest is NFB for distance. OOC is love.)

( Encounter )

( Riku )

( Reunion )

( Out of Time )

( The End )

(OOC: preplayed with the keysmashingly incredible sarcasm_guy, dojima_hime, multi_madrox, and importantman, and special thanks to missed_the_gate who helped me code this beast. One more post to come tonight. NFI, NFB, but OOC is massive love.)

( Arrival )

( Berserkers )

( Kairi )

( Introductions )

(OOC: preplayed with the phenomenal sarcasm_guy, multi_madrox, dojima_hime, and importantman. NFI, NFB for distance, OOC is love.)

( An unexpected letter... )

(OOC: preplayed with the amazing importantman, multi_madrox, sarcasm_guy and dojima_hime. NFI, but broadcast is a-okay, and OOC is love.)

Naminé was still fast asleep. Mostly.

She wriggled in her sleep and tried to get comfortable. She had fallen asleep in one of Valentine's purple t-shirts, and it was twisted funny. She tugged at it a few times, pulling this way and ... that, and ...

She frowned, patting her chest a few times, before squinting and pulling the neck of her t-shirt away to peer down at ...

Naminé sat up and screamed.

(for he who was just woken up rather unceremoniously)

( Valentine Really Does Have A Tower )

(OOC: once again, preplayed with the super-win importantman. We'll stop spamming your flists soon, honest. NFB distance, NFI, but OOC = love.)

( Mrs. Bagwell and Her Sphinxes )
(OOC: preplayed with the awesomesauce importantman. NFI, NFB, OOC is love.)

( A Gryphon, A Very Important Man, Giants Orbiting, and Helena )

(OOC: NFI, NFB for distance. Preplayed with the fabuloso importantman. OOC is love.)

( It was early, and Naminé pulled the covers closer ... )

(OOC: Plot continues! Preplayed with the wunderbar importantman. NFI, but broadcast is okay, and OOC is love.)

( Hands shaking, Naminé slipped her key into the lock ... )
(OOC: Preplayed with the awesome importantman. Follows this. Establishy, NFI, broadcast is okay. Dun dun dunnnnn...)

It had been terrifying, knowing that she was responsible for someone else's fate. Knowing that a half-second would ruin their plans. She had wanted to collapse with relief when she and Peter arrived safely at the meeting-point.

And yet there was something beyond the fear, the nerves. A new sort of strength she recognized in herself. She'd stood in the face of horrors and kept her calm. She hadn't imagined she was that brave.

This did not preclude the fact that she was going to spend the next few hours in bed, trying to convince herself not to hide under it. She had faced her fears, just as Lady Ghanima had said she could, and overcome them; now perhaps she could be forgiven for hiding.

At least she wasn't under the bed. Much cozier here. Even Valentine had to agree on that point, right?

(for he who was modded with permission)

"I'll be perfectly safe," Naminé repeated. "I wouldn't have volunteered if I weren't sure of that."

She folded her hands in her lap and awaited further flailings from Valentine. Who seemed less-than-thrilled by her decision to participate in tomorrow's goings-on.

(for the holiday who was modded with permission)

Sora. Sora had been taken. Sora. It was all right, because Naminé could reach Sora.

She hadn't been able to portal to anyone else. But that was different. It was hard to look at a list of names and pinpoint someone, through space and time. Easier with someone you knew. And Sora - she knew him almost as well as Valentine. Kairi. Her own self.

"I need to find Sora," she said, purposefully, and held her hand out.

Nothing.

She bit her lip. "Take me to where he is!" she insisted, holding her hand out again.

There was a brief flicker of purplish-black ether, but the portal refused to open.

"Where he was last," she tried desperately. "Where the angels took him. Sora. I need to find Sora. Please."

She covered her eyes and tried to stay calm.

(door is partway open; post is entirely open)