Daze - ( open )

[Mikoto]

Mikoto could take the loud, hustle and bustle of Simplistic Medley, but when it came to other places, she had a difficult time handling it ... not that she seemed any different. If only she hadn't been pushed into such a place. Percussion District always had something out for her, she could have sworn. Every time she made it through the district there was something that deterred her from her goal. This time, however, she wasn't going to be doing that.

One of her previous teachers had managed to get her into such a place. Her "mission" was to snag a particular something, assuming she could make her way around the place. People were moving far too close than she wished them to move. Their bodies appeared to be spazing in place. Others appeared to be mating with their clothing on. Strange and foreign, this place was.

Instinctively, her tail wrapped around her close. She didn't quite want it to be stepped or mashed behind her with all the people pressing against each other. Going through the swarms of people was hard, almost like swimming, but she made it to the counter and ordered herself a drink. A glass of cider.

As her fingers wrapped around the glass, she noticed how clammy they've gotten. The heat around them must have been causing her to sweat. It didn't surprise her. From all the ... exercise, it was to be expected. It had left her somewhat parched, and she quickly downed the glass.

Yet, something was off. The drink had tasted rather odd. Was it ... ? It didn't taste like normal. Rather ... Even it's smell was strange. Just what had been --- She frowned, and looked up at the oh-so-innocent bartender. He looked far too familiar and out of place, now that she paid attention to him. She should have noticed it sooner. This place must have been throwing her off.

ooc: yes, it's was theo who got her to do this ... and yes, she got a bit of alcohol. not enough to make her drunk though. >>;;;

[Phoenix Psyche]

The Movement, as Phoenix heard it being called earlier, wasn't on his usual list of places to visit. No, Phoenix wasn't really the type to understand such places even when he was alive, so now that he was dead it felt especially unsettling for him to be there. Technically he wasn't even supposed to be there though because he was still a 'no tier' student who had only recently been dropped in to Symphony. The teachers said something about not being allowed out too late, or maybe it was just that he wasn't allowed out of the school.

Whatever the case I seem to have stumbled onto some place unusual.

The young man wasn't sure that unusual was the right word for how he felt about The Movement, but it was the first one that really came to mind. Slowly he made his way through the crowd, not really feeling like he was in a good place at all while still delving deeper in. Phoenix couldn't explain why it was he felt the need to stay out of the Sanctuary, but he knew he just couldn't go back yet. Since he arrived he had many gut feelings and he had the most impossible time trying to go against them.

For all Phoenix knew he was suffering from his death or being guided by spirits. Whatever the case it didn't really change that he was in some form of club with people who were sweating and getting far too close for comfort. Where Phoenix came from, where he grew up after he left Lagoon Glaize, in Yang there was no such thing as a dance club. People never really let themselves have fun there though because Yang was so focused on being the best protected district. Yang was far too focused on churning out children who could fight like adults and adults who felt nothing.

Certainly in those days Phoenix missed his true home, where he was born. Even if people didn't seem capable of having too much fun in Lagoon Glaize they were at least still capable of a large range of emotions. That was something that Phoenix wasn't even sure he was capable of anymore. Why he wasn't sure. After dwelling on those thoughts for what seemed to be too long of a time the young man tried to get a better bearing on where he was. It seemed like every time he spaced out a little bit the people jostled and pushed him further from his goal, which was the little bar area across the room.

If I can just sit for a while and get a drink maybe I can clear my head. Get a good bearing on why it is I desired to come here in the first place. It just doesn't seem right by any means and still I don't turn about to leave.

He sighed inwardly at himself and slipped through the crowd as smoothly as he could. Once he finally did make it up to the counter he asked the bartender for something that wasn't too strong. Drinking wasn't exactly something Phoenix ever did at home so he wasn't sure what his tolerance threshold was yet. Better safe that sorry, as the saying always went.

When the young man turned his head to survey the crowd he found his gaze stuck on a blond also sitting at the counter drinking something. She looked too young to be drinking, so he was hoping whatever she had didn't have any alcohol in it. Bartenders sometimes weren't exactly the sharpest people out there thanks to the nature of their work dulling their senses ever single day. Phoenix stared for a little longer, taking in what he could about the girl.

She was rather adorable, but her tail was something that he had never seen before. There was also a cute little ribbon wrapped about it that Phoenix found quite charming. In a soft voice that was still loud enough for her to hear he muttered, "I very much like the ribbon on your tail. I think it's cute." If he looked like a male saying such a thing he supposed it could have been considered rather queer.