Partyan, partyan, YEAH!

[keybearer]

Characters: OPEN. Come one, come all!
Location: Traverse Town.
Summary: You know what stinks? Darkness and despair. With new residents popping in more frequently than before, the residents of Traverse Town have decided to throw a big celebration to lift spirits and keep people's minds off of the spreading Heartless.
Warnings: Nope!

[It seems that the people of Traverse Town have been hard at work. Colorful balloons linger in the air. The First District restaurant has been rearranged with a large banquet table with free samplings of various meals. Cookies, cakes, jellos... it's all there, along with more wholesome meals.

There are some posters inviting visitors to the newly opened Fountain Plaza, whatever that is. Didn't Traverse Town originally have three districts?

And it doesn't matter what you were doing before. You're here now, so have fun. The moogles demand it!

No frowning, no sad face!]

Comments

[keybearer]

I didn't want to take any chances.

[He averts his eyes, letting his arms fall to his sides.]

But that's all I did. Once Monstro's stomach acted up, I took a step back. Let him rescue Pinocchio. If I really wanted to hurt you guys, do you really think I'd pull something like that?

[nokey]

[Blankly looking back. Hell if he knows. He knows it was probably considerate too, but it doesn't mean that it's not something he wants to forgive this guy for. He can't, as long as these memories rest in his head. He can't even feel the hatred he figures he ought to have. He doesn't even have memories of hate to associate with it]

[keybearer]

We don't have to be enemies, Sora.

[He knows those memories are a roadblock. To him, they're probably his entire world. That's what makes the situation so frustrating, really.]

[nokey]

Yes we do. You're not my best friend, and you're accountable for a lot of bad things.

[There might even be a light edge there. A bit of a barb]

[keybearer]

Look. I'd never hurt you. Maybe I've made a few mistakes, but nothing like that.

[nokey]

My memories say you did.

[And he's holding on to those. His eyes avert. It's not trying to pick a fight, just sort of a... pointed statement]