First Rose

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

[An accidental recording, as Angelina gathers her skirts to walk across the grass. Her gown is white and fair, an indicator of her fresh arrival. A red rose is tucked behind her ear to match her hair. She's humming 'London Bridge' to herself.]

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, My Fair Lady...

[She pauses to smile.]

Well... If I have perceived correctly from the voices filtering through the garden, I can assume this is not Paradise. I do not count myself on one that belongs there anyhow. But I would like to know my companions at the very least.

Hello, who is there?

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[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Japan! Why- I did not mean to insult you, dear. That is how my friend Lau refers to himself.

Fascinating place... Wonderful tea and silks.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Ah well... [She's going to leave that and move on]

I never had much chance to compare it to other places, but I loved it...

Where are you from then?

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Poor dear, this must be very strange for you. To be so far away.

Ah, London. In Great Britain.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

[A raised eyebrow]

I am no nearer or farther from home than you are. And I know where London is. I'm hardly a child.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure... Those ruins look Western, do they not?
Surely we're somewhere in Europe.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. And this is a rather Disney-fied fantasy land. But it isn't anywhere in the world as I know it. Or as you do. An... alternate dimension I suppose is the easiest way to explain it.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Disney? Is that an architect?

An Alternate dimension... Like some sort of astral projection?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Disney. You know, the animation people? With the mouse and such?

Like a different world.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Animation? They're lively people?

Ah... What a curious place we've found ourselves in. Who is this Queen the Vine speaks of?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

[A pause, as she's about to say something else and then decides against it] Yea, sure. It's not important anyway.

The Queen is as far as anyone can tell the ruler of this place, but good luck actually getting to talk to her. She talks like she made it, which I'm... inclined to believe. But I am not sure anyone can figure out why.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Made it... So she is a Goddess?

I must admit I fancy a Goddess before I fancy a chauvinist God.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

I would not go so far as to call her a goddess.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

If she is a creator, then, wouldn't that make her a Goddess?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Not always. I have knows... beings who could create such places, but they were hardly gods.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a Goddess of wrath and not one of Mercy, then.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Or merely one of the Fair Folk.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Oh, why, that could be! Some naughty Seelie or Unseelie.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite sure naughty is the word I would use. And I don't know those other terms.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Types of Fae in English Folklore.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

Ah. Folklore always does try to categorize such things.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

It does. As if trying to make sense of the senseless might give us some control over it.

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

But the more one tries to grasp a dream, the more it slips away...

[Her words trail off]

No matter. I do not believe I have your name?

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Angelina Durless, love. And yours?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

[There is a long pause, as she looks vaguely uncomfortable]

Ren Miyaki as I said.