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Scenario A: This One Blows
With so many winged creatures starting to fill up the world, it was only a matter of time before someone asked: how does flight work? Aerodynamics is a complicated subject, but one cannot hope to fly at all in a world with no air or wind. What, then, would be the point of having wings at all if they can't be used?
All at once the sky becomes filled with air, and the winds begin to move. However, there doesn't seem to be much logic to where and how hard they blow - all the wind knows is that it does blow, and that winged creatures may use it to fly up and away. Unfortunately, the result is something of a chaotic windstorm, and with an infinite supply of snow falling from the mountaintop the world is suddenly whited out in a raging blizzard.
If you're outside when the wind strikes, you'd best grab onto something before you get blown away yourself. If you're indoors at the time you'd think that would be lucky, but the wind hasn't quite figured out where it's coming from, either... so maybe stay away from anything sharp or heavy, in case a sudden indoor tornado starts whipping things around.
Scenario B: Let There Be...?
Light is another tricky subject. Where does it come from? The sky seems like a reasonable answer, but not all places are exposed to it. What of caves and buildings? How does light get there, and what happens when it can't?
The change may come slowly or suddenly as the world itself seems to experiment with the idea. Anything with a roof over it is left in total darkness, while everything outside remains brightly lit. It's as if a bright spotlight were pointing down at the world from above - even windows won't do much to let the light in, as it can only illuminate what it touches. Reflecting light may still be too difficult of a concept for this world.
The idea of there being other light sources is also, unfortunately, a difficult subject. Nothing seems to be able to penetrate this new darkness. Navigating indoors may be difficult for awhile, especially if you're also battling a hurricane.
Scenario C: How To Train Your Dragon
Dragons are dangerous and powerful creatures, but the fluffier, feathery breed has quickly grown in popularity among the people of the new world. Many find the small dragons cute, and some have even adopted them as pets. They're only as big as a house-cat, so what's the harm?
Well, the winged dragons have noticed that people are much more forgiving around them if they play up their cuteness. They've grown more fearless around strangers, and with that they can be quite a nuisance. It's more common now to see them swooping down on people, stealing shiny things, or just getting in the way to beg for food scraps and attention. Though not actively malicious, their claws and beaks are also quite sharp if you're unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end.
Persistence is another strong trait among dragons, as evident from their fishier dragon brethren, so these bad habits might be tough to break.
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[he can't help but smile, that said, however faintly. Sully puts up with his shit, sticks around when it'd be so easy to just walk away, and Sam -- well, the guy lied to him, but he's still so, so glad that he's alive, after spending several years, thinking he wasn't and that it was his fault. he and Sam will mend. they have the time and opportunity to -- assuming he can get out of here, anyway. where ever here is]
[the smile fades at the thought and as she continues, and he shakes his head] But yeah, no, you're good. [a beat, and then a bit puzzled:] Really good, actually. I thought I'd be hungry, all things considered, but ... [between running around in Libertalia and then running around in the blizzard here, he should be hungry, but he's not] It's weird.
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[Not having the urge to eat, or drink, or sleep is certainly a strange one to become accustomed to and that isn't to say that she is. The menu hanging on the wall hasn't been very useful since she got here and is even less so now that no one can read it in the dark, but she gestures to it anyway.]
We've still got food if you want something. For the... flavour? [She doesn't sound so sure about that.] If you're craving something, chances are we've got it. Fridge and cupboards are still stocked to the brim with stuff.
[Not even Seventh Heaven had this much supply... ever.]
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[it's even creepier that the pantry is stocked, even if no one is really hungry, right now. it implies forethought, after all -- that whoever brought them here knew they need to eat at some point, so they made sure there was food to last until they could figure something more permanent out on their own]
Like, someone had to put all that stuff there, right?
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[Whatever brought them here knew they'd be hungry sometime, but whether it was going to be now or later is another story. It implies that they're going to be here for quite some time, if the latter is the case... She tries not to think about that.]
Whoever it is, at least they're nice enough to keep stocking it up.
[She pauses there, her smile dropping ever so slightly despite her best efforts to put a positive spin on it, and she feels her neck tingle.]
You don't think it's anything... supernatural, do you?
[Please don't say ghosts.]
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I've seen some pretty crazy stuff, in the last few years -- [ghouls, yetis, demons. never mind the fact that none of those things were really what they seemed, all less blatantly supernatural, more earthly, even if the explanation for all of them was still fantastic] -- but none of them were really that considerate, so ...
Probably not?
[no ghosts here, Tifa!]
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Good to know.
[Not great, but she'll take his word for it and drop the suspicion that it could be that. The part about them not being very considerate? Well, she'll cross that bridge if she ever has to. Maybe it's just Ren or someone else being kind enough to stock up, but she has no idea where they could be getting the supplies.
Who is she to complain, though!]
So, I'm guessing you're no friend of a ghost.
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[he pauses, glancing over his shoulder, briefly, before:] This place have much of a ghost problem? [if it did, that would be the least surprising thing that's happened all day. that would be just his luck]
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[If there were ghosts haunting Heavenly Blanc, she'd kick them out of here faster than anyone could say 'boo', or she'd be out of there herself. Her bar is no place for the supernatural!]
It's possible there could be some anywhere else, though. This place is full of surprises. [Tifa chuckles, trying to add some levity to the conversation.] Someone told me about the tools that come to life in their own world. Anything's possible, right?
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Wait, tools like ... [he makes a small hammering gesture. like hand tools? that would, in fact, be a surprise, and he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't have so many questions if that is how she meant that. never mind the fact that he knows she wouldn't be able to answer them]
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Yup, exactly what you're thinking.
[Tifa can't provide explanation for it, nor can she describe what happens—that's up to Parsee—but she has a pretty good idea of what a hammer might do if it were to get upset and animate itself. The thought of it makes her laugh, but she wouldn't be laughing if it actually happened.]
One hammer could singlehandedly tear this place up, so let's hope not.
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[not that, again, most things are, in his experience, but he still holds onto that sense of hope, of wonder. it's part of what he does what he does -- or, well, what he did. he is absolutely retiring, when he gets home, after the Libertalia job. he needs to see that through, for Sam, but he can't lose Elena. he'll just -- have to will himself to make it stick, this time, since he was supposedly retired, before. Elena's more important than all the lost civilizations in the world]
[and yeah, his expression falters a little, at all that, something a little wistful creeping in. they -- weren't in a good place, when he ended up here] ... you know, my wife, she'd ... [he's not sure where he's going with that, really, and so he lets it go]
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Your wife would what?
[She is prodding a little, but her voice is encouraging and not nosy, genuine and eager in wanting to hear more about her. If there's one thing she liked about working as a barmaid, it was hearing all about her customers, and their lives. What they do, what they enjoy, about their families and friends...]
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That kinda got away from me. [again, he's really not sure where he was going with that, for all that he tanked his own mood. after a pause, though, and maybe a little awkwardly, he tries:] Her name's Elena.
[a beat]
Oh, and uh, I'm Nathan.
[because she literally knows the names of his entire family, but it only just now occurred to him that he never introduced himself. oops?]
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[Well, that's alright if it got away from him, because there is plenty more to talk about, she's sure! And with the state of the world around them, they have nothing but time to do it, whether now, or later.]
Elena's a pretty name.
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[and then he hesitates, stops as something seems to occur to him]
Actually, hold on a second. I might have a picture of her. [and then he's just going to pull his journal out of his pocket and start thumbing through it. he knows he has sketches of Sam and Sully, for all that they were involved in his latest mess, but is there one of Elena? he's less sure, but it's worth looking into]
... kinda wish the lights were cooperating ...
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Your eyes'll learn to adjust.
[Hers have, if it's any consolation. It took a while, but they've learned to adapt in some ways.]
What're you looking for?
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I'm kinda into taking notes, doing sketches ... [that sort of thing. he shrugs, rather than finish that statement, however, and gestures at her with the journal. look at the page he has it open to, Tifa] I was thinking I might have a drawing I did of Elena.
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[When she leans in further to take a better look, she's pleasantly surprised by the sketch! She was sure he'd be good, but that's better than Tifa expected him to be. It's simple, but it gets the point across. Although she'd love to see a sketch of Elena...]
If you haven't, no better time to start on one than now, right? There isn't much else to do.
[Then, she points at one of the bare walls of the bar, throwing him a cheerful wink.]
If you want, we can even hang some of them up in here!
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Yeah, don't tell me that. [don't tell him you want to hang up his art, Tifa, because in that case, he'll absolutely draw wanted posters of Sam and Sully and hang them up, too. badly drawn wanted posters, too. like this. just because he can draw well, when he has the time and inclination, doesn't mean that all of his sketches are works of art, intentionally or otherwise]
But, uh .... [and he makes a face, almost comical in the wake of his amusement] Yeah, I might have to do a fresh sketch of Elena. I don't think I have one of her, in this journal. [in one of his old ones, back home, sure, but not this one]
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[She wants that honour!!!
And honestly, she wants to encourage it more. Tifa doesn't want to imagine what it's like being stuck here without her loved ones, and while she does miss Barret and Marlene, she's grateful for what she does have. She only has one goal in all of this:]
I hope that it'll help with her not being here, at least. You know, think of it as a way of helping this world bring you a little closer to home. I may not ever be able to meet her, but at least I could put a face to the name.