The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"You may've noticed I'm not the world's gracefullest person." Or the best at conjugating superlatives. Francine was too tired, though, to contemplate whether she really should.... ask Arthur to teach her to fire a crossbow or something. The other her had known how to do that, she had the feeling.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"There is a concept, you may have even heard of it, it's called 'practice'." Azula shook her head. Whatever Francine wasn't her problem. "Do as you like. I was merely suggesting."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Thank you." For, you know, not letting her get killed, but if Azula chose to take it as thanks for the suggestion, so be it. "I'll think about it." Later. Many, many showers later.