[Open because I'm bored]

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

[Sup. You're suddenly inside a pub. Not just any pub, but a pub you've mostly likely never seen before. It's especially odd if you're from some time period after the 17-1800's, not counting the fact that at least half of the bar-goers are decidingly not quite human.

Once you look outside, of course is a sight even more strange. The sky is filled with airships and the entire city itself seems to be inclosed in a large castle.

Welcome to Lindblum.

Also your wallet is gone.]

Comments

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

... [huh, this guy is even tinier than Ed- wait, is that a tail.]

Something like that, so if you don't mind, where the hell am I?

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

[Notice that everyone is pretty much this height, pal.]

You a tourist? You're in the industrial district.

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

[He'll notice it after he's had some alcohol dammit.]

The industrial district of what?

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

...Uh. Lindblum. You must be pretty lost.

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

Never heard of it. [what the hell is this place, man. He heads for the doors.]

Tch... what's the quickest way to Central? I've got business to-

[and he steps outside. oh.]

...Huh.

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

Central what-- [Stops and stares at him before following him out.]

What, never seen an airship before?

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

As a matter of fact, no. [staring, yep.]

This is... a problem. [He turns to go back inside, then stops and growls in frustration.]

Damn it! I can't even get a drink!

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

[Well. Okay. This guy was a few gil short a full purse.]

[But he felt kind of bad.]

Yo! Pops! [He's talking to the guy at the counter.]

Give me a couple drinks.

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

Hm? [oh hey, is that kid slash small man doing what he thinks he's doing]

You offering me a drink, kid?

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

You got a problem with that?

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

[shrugs and joins him at the bar.]

As long as you're not expecting any 'favors' in return. I don't go for kids.

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

[Just about chokes at that.] Whoa, no. All about the ladies.

Pops just owes me for nearly killing me last week with his latest dish.

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

Pops, huh? [He gives an inquiring quirk of his eyebrow.]

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

He owns the place. Be careful about the food here.

[And Zidane gets clocked with something.]

He's also sensitive about it.