1st Mission

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[The Vine shows a woman lounging in the grass. She's on the lean side, green eyed, and crowned with a messy head of vividly red hair. There are marks on her face that might be tattoos: a single scarlet slash under each eye. She looks as if she started to get dressed but grew bored or tired midway through the attempt. She's wearing nothing but a white dress shirt, half-buttoned, a black bra, and black underwear. A cat with a scroll in its mouth is pawing at her as she yells at the trees, probably not for the first time.]

Hey, Rude! You there? Come on.

[She sighs, impatiently. Maybe she should actually go look for whoever she's calling for, but she doesn't stir. That would be too much effort. The cat is insistent, and she turns toward it instead.] Get lost, kitty. I already read that. Last thing I need is cats telling me what to do.

[Yet she doesn't seem too bothered, and when the cat starts batting her hand, she bats back, playfully. When she finally notices the mirror, she cocks her head at it, then leans forward and taps it. She makes a face in it, experimentally, then sticks her tongue out at it.]

Is this a joke? It's not fucking funny. [Wait. If it were a prank, it would actually be an awesome one.] Heh. Maybe it's a little funny.

This would have to happen on my day off. So, what's up, plant mirror thing?

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[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[She can be seen peering into the mirror, pencil behind her ear, cup of tea in hand, expression of puzzlement on her face.]

Reno? Is that [The black bra gives her a pause, but not much of one.] you?

Where are your pants?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's me. My pants are right here. [She holds up a wad of black fabric. It's probably pants.]

[Hey, wait. She's not quite fully awake, so it takes her a second to formulate a very important question. Who is that woman in the plant mirror?]

Who are you?

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Oh, yes. Somehow, someway, that is most certainly Reno. A Reno, at least. Since the Reno she knows doesn't wear a black bra. Which she knows because his shirt is always mostly unbuttoned. She smiles, commiserating.]

Ah, yes. Well, I'm Reeve, Reeve Tuesti. From Urban Development. On the 65th Floor?

Have you read the little scroll? I'm afraid you aren't in Midgar anymore.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that woman just said so much crazy stuff in such a short time, Reno doesn't know where to start.]

[Reno laughs.] I'm not in Midgar? Fuck, I hope not, since there is no Midgar.

There's no 65th Floor either, that's for sure.

There's a Reeve Tuesti, but--he's not a chick. [She shrugs.] I read the cat's note. Didn't make any sense. But it's a note from a cat.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Putting aside the whole thing about there not being any Midgar, she forges ahead.

Well, no. The cat is only a messenger. The note is from the person keeping us all prisoner here-- she calls herself the Queen. This place is a garden she's made and we are here for her amusement. From what I can gather, we're meant to-- socialize with each other.

I really am Reeve Tuesti, Reno! But I might not be the one you're familiar with. There seem to be a few of us here who come from-- different versions of the same place. If you take my meaning. [She smiles.]

You're not the Reno I know, either.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

The cat tried to give me more notes, but I didn't read them. [She glares at the cat as if to blame it for that, but it just nuzzles her arm.]

There's only one Reno. And you can't be Reeve. You don't have a beard. Though since you're a chick, I guess that's a good thing. [She's actually a little uneasy now, but she tries to cover it up by joking.]

Queen, garden, amusement, got it. [Socialize, huh?] So--when you said socialize, does that mean what I think it means?

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[typeright.livejournal.com]

( Well, Jules is amused, and sounds it. ) Apparently the cats are extremely helpful, most of the time. They might not be so bad to listen to, really.

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Helpful cats? That's a first. [Reno locks gazes with the cat, a bright orange tabby. It seems to be the beginning of a staring contest.]

They're not robots, are they?

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[typeright.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm rather inclined to agree, however one could also argue that our arrival here is something of a first, so it's not entirely improbable.

( Ummmm you know, she hadn't thought of that at all, and she laughs, a little surprised. ) The idea hadn't occurred to me. I suppose it's quite possible. Perhaps something from Japan?

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs, in a kind of agreement.] Yeah, I've seen weirder. Doesn't look like the robot cats I know, but you can't always tell, with robots.

Japan? What's that? Some kind of store?

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[typeright.livejournal.com]

Um? ( Oh, yes. The whole... other world business. Hm. ) Well, this might... be something of a surprise, but supposedly there's a great deal of us who all come from other worlds, which seems... a little strange, at first, but not unreasonable considering everything else that has happened today.

Anyway, Japan is a country in my world. If you follow?

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[livetoavenge.livejournal.com]

This isn't a joke.

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Okay, not that helpful.

If it's not a joke, what is it?

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[livetoavenge.livejournal.com]

It's difficult to explain. "Another world" is the most common explanation.

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

I've been hearing it's a sex garden. Is that true?

And what's with the creepy eyes? [She's not too crazy about creepy eyes after recent events. At least they're not green cat eyes, but blondes with weird eyes are not her favorite people right now.]

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[livetoavenge.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know about that part.

[And at that question, Clare's interest is visibly piqued. Most people she's met haven't commented, strange as that's been for her.] These eyes are common to my kind.

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[anunlockedheart.livejournal.com]

It's not a...

[She trails off...stares into the Mirror.] Reno? Is that you? Oh...this is getting really strange.

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Hey, Tifa. [Finally, someone she knows.] Yeah, of course it's me. [What a weird question. Reno poses, showing Tifa her good side, which is either side, really.]

What's going on? Is this some more fucked up shit? Because I am not in the mood.

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[anunlockedheart.livejournal.com]

[There's a startled sort of laugh. Yeah, definitely Reno. Tifa's visibly relieved to see someone she knows and who remembers her, even if some things have changed.]

Something like that. We're not in Edge anymore, or anywhere near Midgar. ...I'm pretty sure we're not even on the Planet. This place is called "the Gardens." It's ruled by a Queen.

Reno? What's the last thing you remember? [a pause, then:] Is Cloud okay?

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno's pleased to get a laugh, and she smiles, encouraged. She processes the new information quickly. The cat's first note did say something about a Queen, but it had sounded so stupid, Reno had ignored it. The whole thing's beyond weird, but Reno's not about to let herself look confused or worried.] Crazy alien garden. Got it.

Last thing I remember? That would be Rufus finally giving me a day off after I bust my ass all week dealing with the fallout from psycho remnant invasion.

Then I get kidnapped. On my day off.

Yeah, Cloud's fine, unless he got lost making a delivery. That must happen all the time though, right?

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

Hey.

...the mirror's a transmitter, it's not it's own thing, by the way.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Got it. Never seen a monitor in a plant before, but since you're talking to me in it, guess that proves it.

So, who are you?

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

Souji Seta. And you are?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Name's Reno.

I'm guessing you're another kidnap victim, or whatever it is we are?

[sistagonist.livejournal.com]

More or less. This is kind of tame for kidnapping, though...