Entrance Post

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

A young man dressed in a strange combination of a blue haori, blue hakama, and a white, western, button-up shirt steps into the bar. He has a pleasant smile on his face, but it quickly falls into a blank expression as he takes in his surroundings.

He had actually intended to enter an eating establishment, and this certainly looks like some kind of eating establishment (although very Western), but it's chock full of foreigners, not to mention a number of people with odd enough appearances to rival the members of the Juppongatana.

Last time he checked, the restaurant he'd been intending to enter was located in a very small, traditional northern village, not known for its tourism, eccentric citizens, or really odd, Western-style restaurants.

He blinks rapidly. You'll have to forgive him for being a little baffled.

"Ah...anou..." It's all he can manage, at the moment. He's not sure what to say, or ask, or do.

Seta Soujirou, welcome to Milliways.

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[withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com]

If Riza detects these doubts regarding her sanity, it does not show in her calm expression. Indeed, she looks a little rueful. "My aplogies. It is an anomaly where I come from as well."

She winces, just a little, at his reaction to the door - she, certainly, does not find it comical, though others might despite the situation. "I've heard it vanishes, though I've never seen evidence myself - as far as I can see, it is still present. I believe they call the phenomenon 'being Bound'. It means--" And here she pauses, sympathy starkly evident. "It means that some force has decided to keep you here."

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

He's quiet for a moment, just looking at where the door used to be.

"Keep me here?" His voice seems smaller than it did before. "Why? How? Is this...is this really some kind of magic?"

He seems slightly fascinated, despite his obvious unease.

[withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com]

"I do not know," Riza replies, half apologetic. "They say there's a reason for it when it happens, but I don't know that anyone knows what this reason is. Or even if there really is a reason at all. As for magic, it is not something that exists in my world. Again, I've only others' word to go on, but from what I've seen here, there is no other explanation."

When logic breaks down, believing the insanity is only logical.

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

Soujirou does his best to compose himself and get his thoughts together. He manages, barely, but his mind is going a mile a minute, trying to piece together his new place in an unfamiliar world.

"If I'm stuck here, will I ever get back? And what am I supposed to do in the meantime? Where will I sleep? I still don't even really understand what or where this place is..."

He pauses, realizing he's inundating her with questions.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm asking a lot of questions, but I'm...very confused. I was travelling in search of...a truth. But I didn't intend to come anywhere like this."

[withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com]

"I believe you should be able to return to your home, though I cannot answer as to when. As for what you are supposed to do here, I don't know. They've some staff to sustain this place, but beyond that there seems to be little thought given to its captives." She spreads her hands in apology. "I do know that you can get a key to a room - they have them, for those who become trapped."

More softly, "No one expects this place, I don't think."

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

He nods, taking in what explanation she can give him with a mix of relief and apprehension.

"Do you know who I might talk to about getting some kind of job? I...I have to do something here, until I can go back."

And maybe, just maybe, he'll still be able to find his truth here.

[withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com]

"One of the bartenders, perhaps, when they are on duty. It isn't something I've ever had to ask, as I've not been stuck here myself." Realizing after a moment that her words might be misconstrued as gloating, Riza winces.

[seta-soujirou.livejournal.com]

Her concern isn't necessary though, as Soujirou takes the statement exactly as she meant it - I am unexperienced in your situation, so I'm not sure.

He nods again, and then stands, bowing to her gratefully.

"In that case, I think I'll have a look around. I should probably become familiar with this place, and hopefully I'll run into a...bartender." The word is unfamiliar to him, but he understands the meaning of it.

"Thank you very much for your help, ah...ano..." He looks suddenly sheepish. "I'm sorry, I don't think I ever properly introduced myself. I'm Seta Soujirou."