A sense of place

It has been exactly thirty days since the Apocalypse. Exactly thirty days since everything changed for those who experienced it. A world where everything that was unreal became *more* real, at least ot them, and Jazz isn't any closer to understanding what happened.

That's why she's here today, staring up at the tower whgile seated on a barrel, hands folded in her lap. She's got her looking glass out and she's peering up at the impossible, ginormous tower, all the way up. Studying it ts details with curiousity, skirts ruffling slightly in the cold, winter wind. The cold doesn't seem to bother her much, but then, she is wearing a comfortable looking coat.

    Having come back from a mission, Wynfei has finally rested and now is out and about the city of Alne. As he walks through the Main Square he notices Jaz sitting on a barrel with a spyglass over her eye looking up at the Aincrad Tower.

    He walks over to where she is sitting, "Hello." he says to her. He's seen her a few times, missions mainly. Still there is nothing wrong with being polite. "How're you doing?" he asks.

"Mmn?"

It takes a moment for it to register to Jazz that someone is talking to her. To her specifically. She wasn't paying attention.

"Oh, hello there," she offers. "I'm doing ... fine, I suppose," she muses. Her voice, as twee as ever in its lightly accented Japanese, is certainly distinctive in its cuteness. She lowers her spyglass and tucks it back inside her coat, moving off the barrel to give a polite bow of greeting, as oine does.

    Wynfei smiles to her, he likes the sound of her voice. His accent is easily recognized as American. He offers a bow to her, "Well I'm glad you're doing fine then." he says easily to her. "You didn't have to get up but I understand the custom." he bows back to her. "So the Towers on your mind I take it?" he asks as he looks to her, his long monkey tail sways about behind him as they stand there.

"Eh, I'm not Japanese, but when you're in Japan, it's best to keep to the customs," replies Jazz to Wynfei, "They appreciate it if we learn how to use chopsticks too." She remarks, dryly.

"Yeah. Wondering about the first floor being cleared."

    He nods his head, "Yeah I know." he chuckles. "I've been living there for over a year, for school." he says to her. He shakes his head a little bit, "Sorry for going RL in here." he says to her.

    As Jazz mentions the first floor, he listens for a moment, "Ah, I've been told." he says to her. "Hopefully I will be there to help with the Second Floor."

"I was a teacher here once before," replies Jazz, glancing up.

"I was going to do it again before..."

There's a nebulous wave of her hand towards the tower. Things happened.

"I've been trying to make sense of it all. You really can't, but I'm trying anyway."

    Wynfei is quiet as Jazz speaks, "Yeah, I was about to start my next year at this school I was attending. My degree was in Game Art and Design." he says to her.

"Things changed and now we need to do what we can to live out here until we can figure something out to get people back home." he tells her. "Though I have to admit, I like it here, but that's just me." he smiles. As Jazz states she's been trying to make sense of things, he nods, "I feel a lot of us have been trying."

"Mnmn," is Jazz's noncomittal response.

"I supppose," she muses aloud, "But how long can we really do that, I wonder?" She then hops down from the barrel and gives a wave of her hand, "I'm going to go ... do something else. Try to figure out where reality is now." And then she's off to do whatever that means.

    Wynfei nods his head, "Nice to meet you Jazuhanzu, maybe we will meet up again sometime." he says as he heads off in a different direction.