Chapter One (really.)
On August 29th, Opal, Ignatia, Trinn, Kokoro and Ajina were all standing in King's Cross Station, in London. The reason they were there seemed to be that on Monday the 27th, Opal had stood up from her position on the couch and announced that London had very good shopping, and therefore they should go. So, two days later, here they were.
They weren't actually supposed to be at King's Cross, but at another station, all the way across the city. Ajina had lost their tickets, much do to the fact that Kokoro had fed them to the pigeons in Trafalgar Square.
Opal had, however, still managed to get tickets from the boy at the counter by gazing deeply into his eyes, and asking nicely. It had worked, as it usually did. So now, they were wandering around, attempting to find Platform twelve, on which they would catch a train to Liverpool. They had been trying to go to Scotland.
Kokoro and Opal had been, for the last few minutes, running about arm in arm, crashing into walls in a fit of sugar high-ness. The other three were following worriedly at a safe distance, looking about for a way to get to their platform in time. Opal and Kokoro, who also supposedly had that aim, headed towards another wall, completely oblivious to it's existence. The wall seemed to share their sentiment, as they went directly through it, and disappeared onto the other side.
Ajina looked at the wall in disbelief, and ran directly over to it. "Opal? Kokoro?" she shouted into it. From the other side, she could hear a faint call of "Sugiina!", and then a plaintive "Jina-chaaan..?"
Ignatia, too, approached the wall. She put her hand up, and tried to rest it on the place where brick should have been. And was not. "There's no wall here." She finally declared. "It's an illusion, or a hologram of some sort." Trinn, upon hearing this, walked directly into it.
She emerged next to the cowering Opal and Kokoro. They had come out near a bright purple train, amidst crowds of teenagers carting large trunks and owls around. The two Genoise-ers were momentarily stunned, as one of the basises of their world, the fact that you will HIT a wall you run into, had just evaporated.
Ajina and Ignatia, wincing a little bit, stepped out of the wall a moment later. Ignatia did a bit of a double take at seeing the purple train, but soon got over it, and began wondering aloud whether they were going to miss their train.
Opal's shock at the whole fact of "non-wall" soon departed. "Let's ride the purple train!" she shouted, jumping up and down in excitement.
"But it's not our train!" Ajina shouted rather loudly. A few people turned to look at them, but mostly passed on by, intent on other business. "We don't know where it's going, and we don't have tickets!"
"So?" Kokoro and Opal asked together. It didn't seem to matter to them at all. They continued to demand the purple train until Ajina gave in, and thus gave up any semblance of organization to the trip.
On August 29th, Opal, Ignatia, Trinn, Kokoro and Ajina were all standing in King's Cross Station, in London. The reason they were there seemed to be that on Monday the 27th, Opal had stood up from her position on the couch and announced that London had very good shopping, and therefore they should go. So, two days later, here they were.
They weren't actually supposed to be at King's Cross, but at another station, all the way across the city. Ajina had lost their tickets, much do to the fact that Kokoro had fed them to the pigeons in Trafalgar Square.
Opal had, however, still managed to get tickets from the boy at the counter by gazing deeply into his eyes, and asking nicely. It had worked, as it usually did. So now, they were wandering around, attempting to find Platform twelve, on which they would catch a train to Liverpool. They had been trying to go to Scotland.
Kokoro and Opal had been, for the last few minutes, running about arm in arm, crashing into walls in a fit of sugar high-ness. The other three were following worriedly at a safe distance, looking about for a way to get to their platform in time. Opal and Kokoro, who also supposedly had that aim, headed towards another wall, completely oblivious to it's existence. The wall seemed to share their sentiment, as they went directly through it, and disappeared onto the other side.
Ajina looked at the wall in disbelief, and ran directly over to it. "Opal? Kokoro?" she shouted into it. From the other side, she could hear a faint call of "Sugiina!", and then a plaintive "Jina-chaaan..?"
Ignatia, too, approached the wall. She put her hand up, and tried to rest it on the place where brick should have been. And was not. "There's no wall here." She finally declared. "It's an illusion, or a hologram of some sort." Trinn, upon hearing this, walked directly into it.
She emerged next to the cowering Opal and Kokoro. They had come out near a bright purple train, amidst crowds of teenagers carting large trunks and owls around. The two Genoise-ers were momentarily stunned, as one of the basises of their world, the fact that you will HIT a wall you run into, had just evaporated.
Ajina and Ignatia, wincing a little bit, stepped out of the wall a moment later. Ignatia did a bit of a double take at seeing the purple train, but soon got over it, and began wondering aloud whether they were going to miss their train.
Opal's shock at the whole fact of "non-wall" soon departed. "Let's ride the purple train!" she shouted, jumping up and down in excitement.
"But it's not our train!" Ajina shouted rather loudly. A few people turned to look at them, but mostly passed on by, intent on other business. "We don't know where it's going, and we don't have tickets!"
"So?" Kokoro and Opal asked together. It didn't seem to matter to them at all. They continued to demand the purple train until Ajina gave in, and thus gave up any semblance of organization to the trip.