Who: Xion, Roxas, and Axel Lea Axel
What: Back to school shopping!
When: Uh. Like a couple days before the start of the school year. Whenever that was.
Where: Staples Paperclips and Office Depot Workplace Repository. Probably.
Why: Mooooooooooooooooom.

[ Why did Lea get Xion and Roxas's back to school supply letters?

NO ONE KNOWS!

But they sure are on their way to go pick up all this crap. Two itty bitty kids and one towering flamesilocks beanpole. Xion tilts her head as she looks over at the other two. ]

I'm still confused about our letters going to Lea instead of us... what's that all about?

Hello everyone!

I hope you all enjoy your first day of learning CHEMISTRY. I am a little disappointed that my joke about the benzene rings and the ferrous wheel didn't go over as well as I had hoped, but it was only the first day. So that is okay.

Remember, your assignment is the Table of Elements. Remember it! A little tip: instead of memorizing it all at once, just check it a little bit at a time now and again. Or I guess you could say...

periodically.

Hehehe. Remember to brush up on your knowledge on molar heat capacity, electronegativity, aaand...oh, the laws of thermodynamics, but I probably don't even need to mention that. Duh! Silly me. I mean, who doesn't lay awake pondering the inevitable heat death of the universe resulting from the second law? Ha. Hahaha.

...

PROFESSOR PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM, OUT!

[ If it was not obvious, Princess Bubblegum is the new New Moore School System science teacher. ]

New students.

If there are any of you who are unfamiliar with the way schools work here, or who haven't been to school in a very long time, meet me in the lunchroom after school any day this week. I'll teach you what you need to know. Routines, study habits, how to fit in. There are tutors if there are subjects you don't understand.

I'll be tutoring math as well.

If you don't want to come to the meeting, I'll answer any questions privately.

So someone told me I'm supposed to have this roommate. Whatever. I'd know whoever it is if they ever came to this stupid place they call an a-part-ment. I guess that's a house or something. I don't know. So whoever you are, you can show up. Even if you're some horrible gross monster thing.

I'd just rather live in the place I was, but someone said that I had to live in this building because I'm a kid and I need supervision. I threw some rocks at them. I regret nothing, by the way. That guy needs to learn how to respect the greatest Earthbender in the world. I mean come on. I traveled with the Avatar. I can handle myself.

And this school thing. Still not happening.

You know, with everything that's happened, I think, for the first time in a while, I'm actually excited to go back to school.

Though I really feel like I should have graduated already... I wonder if credits transfer...

Either way, I'm thinking of making a blog about everyone's experiences in New Moore. Would anyone be interested in it?

Uhh... hello?

[Terra's voice is a little quiet. After a pause just long enough to be awkward, he clears his throat.]

I'm... not sure what I should be saying here. They told me I would meet other... [Another pause, where he struggles with the word "fictionals".] ... people like me. I guess I should introduce myself? I don't think I'm doing a very good job here.

[Another nervous throat-clearing.]

My name is Terra, and I--.. [He hesitates. He's not supposed to talk too much about what he is or where he's from. Those are the rules, back home, and even if those rules don't apply now, he can't bring himself to break them.]

... I have no idea what I'm doing.

[The voice feed ends a little abruptly.]

[ and here we have (1) count 'em one tiny tiny viking clutching like his life depended on it and standing in front of the hospital looking more or less in a state of shock.

Just mumbling to himself. Yeah, the turning-it-on part was an obvious accident ]

Wow. This is totally an okay situation.

Hand me a thing and send me off. I'm fine by the way. I'm not freaking out or anything. Thanks for the mental health consideration. Your pep talk was absolutely no help at all but I appreciate your effort which was not really an effort at all. I can contact a network. Odin help whoever thought this one up. What's a network? Gee, I don't know. You know who's fictional? You're fictional. You freaky white-wearing freak. [ something makes a sound and he jumps a little ]

That's it. I've died. It's not even Valhalla because the world is way too hot heat-wise and things are probably on fire. I'm melting. Lucky me. Fire and brimstone for you, Hiccup. It's okay we upgraded the afterlife to have odorless fire and brimstone for maximum comfort while you suffer a hysterical breakdown. Have fun with your metal abominations. We'll miss you in Berk.

I feel so honored to have this experience.

I have a question.

Are doppelgangers a real thing? I mean

Not like shadows of yourself or anything. I met something like that once and it was different. [also it kicked his butt at first probably maybe. and then it split into several at once. on a pirate ship. that was a weird afternoon.]

I mean like a totally different person that happens to look just like you. I guess that's not really a doppelganger, though...

But is that a thing here?

Oh, and hi! I'm Sora.

[ Yes. That is a guy dressed like Peter Pan. Yes, the flying upside down and making faces at it would indicate the person dressed like Peter Pan probably actually is Peter Pan.

He stops his amazing talent of making the most ridiculous of funny faces to scratch his head, take a seat on air like there was actually something to sit on, thoughtfully go 'HMMMM' and state: ]

I don't get it.

Fictional. Ah, yes. As if I've not heard that one before in the past, oh, I don't know, two thousand years, give or take? Hardly a new thing to tell the Boogeyman. Oh, you're not real. I'm not scared of you!

[ The last bit drops down into a furious snarl. Then Pitch regains his composure and is all smiles again. ]

Funny, this ... little bit of technology. Letting us poor, sad, fictional people get acquainted with what it's like to be real. I suppose that means you all can see me. [ His voice drips bitterness. ] Well. I can't fault the situation for its convenience.

If there are any Guardians here, you'd best make yourselves known now. So we can all yell and scream about what a horrible bad guy I am and all the trouble I'm going to cause. [ Twirls a hand. ] Get it out of the way.

And then, well, I guess I could introduce myself. My name is Pitch. Pitch Black. And, yes, before you ask. I am the Boogeyman. [ Wiggles his fingers at the camera, grinning. ]

Boo.

[Okay, you can do this, Rapunzel, you can do this. Just follow the directions, it can't be hard. Well, maybe not the saying hello to people part, though successfully turning on the odd communication... thing... is proving to be quite the challenge.

In fact, it may or may not have taken her tripping over her own hair to hit the correct button; inattentive pacing isn't conductive to grace, but it seems to do the trick in terms of technological difficulties.

She sits up and takes a moment of looking quizzically at the device, turning it around, peering at the screen from every possible angle. Behind her are trees and grass; it should be pretty clear she's calling from somewhere in the park.

But is it on? What is it doing? Does she have to press anything else? She talks now, correct?]

Am... am I doing this right?

Hello?

Who: Roxas, Xion and Lea
What: Bodily tackling The bitties are asking Lea all of the questions they want answers to
When: June 22nd, before Sora's arrival
Where: The streets of New Moore
Warnings: Uh. Nope.

( And so it goes )

Who: Sora and you!
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!

( yes it's real dude )