So, I guess you're excited and/or curious to check this out, huh? Okay, well, the very first of all action scenes is posted here. I'll let you know whose POV by putting it in bold, like I do with these author notes. I'll make up chapter names too. Just to let you know: Zell first found out about the truth through livejournal-dot-com and Google search. He told Squall about this later on in the day before the following scene happened.

Chapter 1: Discovering the Truth

October 22nd, 2005, 7:00AM

Squall's POV

"C'mon Zell, get up," Leonhart persisted as the heavy sleeper for a SeeD squad member turned over on the bed the other stood in front of. Zell's bed being on the right side of the drawer in between, and Squall's was on the left side in the room. "Zell!" Squall hissed, impatiently.

He suggested for the both, being the responsible squad leader and all, to wake up at 7 AM, leaving an hour to get breakfast, take a quick shower, and then buy a couple of umbrellas, due to the rain outside. Marianne said she worked at a bookstore too, so Leonhart didn't want to drip rain water all over the floor. For his own dignity, and for the reputation of Balamb Garden, he had to meet her on time.

"Alright, yeah, sorry," Zell tiredly said in apologizing, and sat up on his bed. The disheveled blonde spiky hair waved out in different directions. Dincht stretched his arms upward, yawning. Not wanting to waste any time, for it was 7:01 AM, Squall said, "Go eat something. I'm going to take a shower." Zell yawned a second time as he made his way out the door.

Like the hotels Squall's stayed at his home world, the Holiday Inn had a lounge area downstairs. Bagels, cereal, toast, coffee, and juice were served there. He already decided to get a bagel with some O.J. as he took his cold shower.

Squall changed in the bathroom, pulling a plain gray t-shirt over his head. He picked baggy black pants, and stepped out of the bathroom to strap his strong material black boots. Leonhart felt it wasn't safe to leave his Lionheart gunblade in the hotel room, so he strapped it to his side before putting his black leather, fur collar trim jacket on. Never know when I'll need it in vastly unfamiliar surroundings...

Zell got changed as Squall ate breakfast. He waited with little patience as Dincht met up with him by the front entrance to the Holiday Inn. They had to jog across the closest intersection all the way to the K-Mart store, the left end of the Fox Run shop complex. Squall placed yesterday's earnings from his new but temporary job in his wallet, leaving his Gil in the drawer of the hotel room. He wouldn't be needing that for quite some time. With the Earth money, he spent some of it to buy the umbrellas. It was on sale too. Two for one sale. Good deal. Squall silently claimed ownership of the dark gray umbrella, while Zell got the maroon colored one. And the whole time, Squall didn't mind. The jog to K-Mart had provided some good exercise.

Zell complained a little, reminding them both of his bad experience at Wal-Mart, this department store being as big as K-Mart. Squall ignored his friend's complaints and ramblings, with annoyance. Overall, for a bit of time, the blonde wouldn't shut up.

As they stepped back outside, the rain still hit the huge parking lot in front of them, and on the sidewalk all around them. Leonhart, holding his umbrella in one hand, checked his watch on the wrist of the other. 8AM, just as he had expected the time to be. "Let's go," he said to Dincht, and the two began to follow Route 4 south.

Marianne's POV (A/N: Mostly a true story, lol, besides the stuff about Squall and Zell of course)

She woke up close to 8AM, due to hearing one of her cats meowing and crying for her attention. At the corner of her eye, the bigger, fatter, attention hogger of the two named Peppy, jumped off from the edge of Marianne's bed and bounded out of the bedroom. The former sleeper focused her vision on the lit up light blue letters on the DVD/VCR player under the black standard big screen TV: 7:58AM. OH YEAH, a thought popped up into her brain. She just remembered: the meeting with Squall and Zell at work!

Getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom. As how it usually goes, Peppy followed her. Marianne petted that big baby for a little as she turned on the cold water at the sink, wiping a little bit of the water over her eye lids. It was a usual waking up routine for her to start a brand new day. When she was done, in about a few seconds' time, she turned the water off.

Walking to the kitchen, she pulled out a small glass from the drying tub next to the sink, and walked to the fridge, placing the glass down on the counter next to it, in front of the cutting board. Marianne opened the door, and grabbed the liquid vitamin stuff she's used to mixing with her juice for a super healthy drink. The usual: Shake up the bottle a few times, pour some into the little plastic tub until almost to the very top, pour it into the glass, rinse out the plastic tub before screwing the lid on and putting the container back in the fridge, pour in some juice. Then, she got out four chocolate mini doughnuts out of one of the boxes on the cutting board, placing them into a nearby bowl.

As Marianne went to her seat at the dining room table, she had to push her dad's chair in so she could get to the chair on the wall to her left; her usual spot. Sometimes she'd sit at her dad's spot during the weekdays, when she'd kick back and not have to work.

As soon as her breakfast was consumed, bowl and small glass empty, the two phones in the house began to ring simultaneously. Marianne went to the closest, the wireless one in the kitchen, and pressed the on button as she picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Hey," her father's voice greeted on the other line. "Who's this?" "It's me Marianne." "What are you doing up?" "I...uh, just woke up." "Is your mom around?"

Marianne's mother was definitely up by then. "What," Linda Markham called to her daughter as she started giggling. Heh, dad must be playing a game or something on the phone downstairs... "It's dad," she said to her mother. "What," Linda repeated, this time wondering what was funny.

The younger woman in the house started to put the bowl and glass in the sink. The windows above it showed that dad's red car wasn't parked in the backyard. Oh, so he must be somewhere else then, Marianne thought. At first, she figured her dad was just being goofy, acting the way he normally does during most mornings...

Marianne's mother hung up the phone, and the daughter asked her why she said "oh, no" to her dad, named Thomas. Linda explained that he's been going through a lot of things right then. Sounded hectic. He's probably at Calvert High, doing something, Marianne thought subconsciously and walked back towards her bedroom. Today was not only about meeting SQUALL LEONHART and ZELL DINCHT, but also about this reception party after the wedding her mother would attend. She had to find a suitable shirt to wear, and knew just what to choose: the pretty white t-shirt with the flowers on it. Wore this before while smiling and posing for her high school senior pictures, to which she didn't have a clue as to WHERE they were. Eventually, she found the shirt on a red wire hanger in the closet to the right of her TV. Plopping it down on her bed, Marianne decided not to waste time and get dressed and stuff.

Marianne found her mother playing Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle Earth on the Nintendo Gamecube downstairs. An orc character flashed his big black sword in a taunting stance on the TV screen. Marianne asked Linda about some clean jeans, and was told to look in the dryer. Furthermore, there was the news of some clean clothing in the big baskets upstairs in dad's bedroom. Marianne checked the dryer, up ahead in the basement and pulled out two comfy pairs of blue jeans, and closed the dryer door. Without a problem, she found what else she needed.

She brushed her hair, making sure it looked decent enough, then brushed her teeth. Asked her mom if she could go to the Mobile fastop once she was all ready. Linda was in the living room by now, watching TV. Aster she packed a lunchable, a small box of raisins, a bag of corn chips, a small Hi-C drink and an ice pack into the cooler she'd carry with her lunch as always during the weekends, she placed it on the floor by the recliner chair, and went to put her pretty T-shirt in a plastic bag, and get the other plastic bag that held the money pouch for the bookstore, John Katzenbach's The Shadow Man in paperback, and some CDs. Along with her purse two. She placed all of them on the recliner chair and laid down on the nearby couch.

Hey, Old Yeller was on the Hallmark channel, a movie she used to watch multiple times as a little kid. She watched that as her mother was finishing up in getting ready. It was about five minutes past 9:30AM by the time Linda and her daughter placed their belongings and purses in the back seat, and sat in front so they could go to the fastop.

Marianne felt the knots in her stomach tightening about what was yet to come as her mom drove. She half paid attention to what was said, and paid full attention when she pointed out the church that the wedding would be held. Some friend of her and dad's was getting married. The church was the blue and white building they used to attend on Sundays from way back when. Before discovering St. John Vianney Church, down in Prince Frederick, a little further down the road past Fox Run and the Holiday Inn.

So the church wasn't far from where she worked at all, for it was close to the hill Marianne's mom had to turn to go up it. Not a concern, but the real concern was the possibility of Squall blowing his lid and on how this little appointed get together would go well at all.

The intersection between where a constantly changing restaurant place (Chinese food to better pizza places to a seafood place) and store complex that used to have a small department store known as Buehler's, the Mobile fastop, and the Chesapeake Market place, was a circle. Meaning her mother had to drive a half circle to go to the fastop. Marianne noticed the Halloween decoration on the front door as the car was being parked. She wasted no time in going in, grabbing two packs of LifeSavers and a 20oz. bottle of Sprite Remix and paying for it. Then she got back in the car, as she restarted the engine to the 1997 golden Saturn automobile and steered to head for the front gate to the Marketplace.

Linda mentioned one of the neighbor outside vendors across from Wordman Used Books had taken his turn to put the signs out on the side of Route 4. The signs that Squall and Zell were supposed to find and follow to get to her. Crap... If Squall and Zell got lost, it would be her to blame. But surely, they'd understand once she explained what she'd forgotten, right?

Her mom then talked about those party plates that they found on the steps of Wordman Used Books a few weeks back, along with box that spilled the paperback books all over the place. It was a disgraceful display to Marianne. Thinking about it, the same kind of thing just happened. Only this time, the wet boxes and paper bag full of books were on top of the stairs this time. Must be the same people who were in a rush, she assumed as she went up the stairs, all of her things carried in both of her hands. Weird.

Checking the Disney clock on the wall inside the store, it was about fifteen minutes before 10AM. She mentally told herself to keep calm while turning on the lights that weren't turned on, and turning on the little sales recorder machine behind the counter. Linda sorted through the carelessly donated books. Some were okay to sell, she kept a few to take home with her, but the rest were to be put into the nearby dumpster. Shortly, Marianne's mother had left.

Sitting in the white plastic chair by the door, she couldn't sit still. Time was slowing to a crawl as her eyes darted back and forth between looking outside and at the Disney clock. "Oh boy," Marianne managed to say in a sigh. This was it. She had to tell them what they needed to know or else. And a part of her was excited too, knowing that they really were staying in Prince Frederick! Befriending them wouldn't seem so bad. No problem with Zell, but knew it would take a little bit of patience and tugging to get him to get used to her at least. She hoped that the two of her four favorite FF8 characters to EXIST would take a liking to her. Of course they will, dummy. You got that irresistible charm, remember?

As she waited, she passed the time by singing whatever songs were playing in her head right then...

Zell's POV

The rain had stopped coming down by 9AM, according to Squall's watch. Dincht really hoped Squall knew where they were going. It seemed to be that way.

Zell was carrying his umbrella, tucked under one arm as he reviewed the printed directions from Marianne's blog. Her exact directions held in his free hand. The cars on the highway sped past them as they continued to walk along the side of the Route 4 highway. After a while of no one talking, Dincht decided to speak. "Yo, I don't know about you, but I haven't seen one goddamn yellow sign anywhere." "...Let's just keep looking," was all the squad leader seemed to say. Marianne wouldn't dare try to deceive them in any way, would she? Hey, maybe whoever had to put the signs was running a little late. Hell, he honestly didn't know.

It was weird and freaky. Earth thought they had the lives to do a video game about, without any of their permission. That wasn't cool. That was wrong, and just cold. The biggest question at least Zell had on his mind was: how, HOW had Earth known about the second sorceress war when no one on Gala didn't know of Earth?

And of course, Marianne had to ask them something: How long had they'd been staying at the Holiday Inn and on her homeworld? He remembered, because she posted that question in his journal.

Zell looked behind him as he saw a gray van pull up behind them on the side of the road. A man was in there, and he got out of the vehicle, asking, "...What are you kids doing out here?" "Squall!" Zell called to his friend ahead of him, as Leonhart stopped and turned around. The stranger had short silver gray hair and a mustache. Squall asked the man, "How much farther until we see the hill, where the St. Leonard firehouse and Chesapeake Marketplace are located?" The man in front of them looked baffled. "You been walking all this way just to get over there?"

"We don't have a car, man," Zell told him with a shrug. "Oh, well I gotta get these signs out first, then I could give you guys a lift, if ya want. You must be tired of walking by now." "DUDE, the yellow signs, right!" Zell said, excitedly. "Uh, yeah," the guy said, looking at Zell in a strange way. Squall took this time to ask, "Do you know of a young woman named Marianne Markham?" He didn't mention the two middle initials, though Dincht didn't know why. Leonhart stood stiff as a statue as the sign carrying man replied, "Yeah, she works at the bookstore across from me." He raised a silver grayish eyebrow. "Why? You friends of hers?" "Yes," Squall said, almost automatically. "...We appreciate the ride." The kind man smiled, and Zell smiled back, deciding to introduce himself. "Hey, my name's Zell Dincht..." He pointed to the squad leader of two young men, that used to be three altogether including that jerk, Seifer Almasy. "And that's Squall Leonhart." "I'm Mike," the man said as Zell shook hands with him. Mike wanted to shake hands with Squall, but the lone wolf just looked down at his hand, then into his eyes, stone faced. "Ah, don't mind Squall," Zell convinced. "He's just a little stiff. That's just who he is."

Leonhart crossed his arms, uttering, "Whatever..." Mike stared at Squall for a moment, then shrugged him off and went to the signs lying there in a pile on top of some wet grass. Squall checked his wrist watch and asked if Mike needed any help, and the nice guy didn't mind at all.

When the yellow signs (pointing out the different things at the Marketplace, as Zell assumed) were all set up on both sides of the highway, Mike got into the driver's seat in the car. Squall picked the passenger seat, so he had to sit in the back. "So, you knew Marianne in school or..." "Yeah," Squall easily lied to Mike. "Classmates in math." He turned his head to look at Zell. The leader's glaring stare told him: "Help me out here. I can't do this all by myself!"

"Y-Yeah!" Zell piped up, having no choice but to keep their true identities a secret. He thought that was a wise decision made by Squall. Squall's told him and Seifer this from the beginning of mission that it was best this way, for the safety of them and the world of Gala.

"I sat next to her in class," Zell fibbed, "and Squall sat behind us. Helped each other out on those tough Algebra problems." "Oh," was all Mike had said in response.

Mike drove them up a hill, and STRAIGHT ahead to the right side of the upcoming intersection was the big white billboard to the Chesapeake Marketplace, just as Marianne had said in the directions to this place. "Yeah, baby! Squall, we made it!" Zell checked the clock on Mike's car: 10:15AM Squall must've checked the time too, because he had one more thing to ask of Mike. "What time does the bookstore open? Ten-thirty?" "No, at ten," Mike answered. "Should be open by now." As they went past the front opening of the chain linked fence, down a wide gravel path, Mike pointed out their destination. "See? There's Marianne sitting by the door."

Zell squinted to look through the window. A girl was sitting there by the door, her eyes not looking back at them, really, but staring off in the direction of where they came. "Cool, thanks Mike! Was nice meeting ya," Zell said as the van came to a complete stop. "No problem," Mike said as Squall and Zell let themselves out of his van, shutting the doors on their way out. The girl, Marianne, was now staring at them, her eyes all big and wide open...

Squall's POV

He saw Mike wave and call to her, "Found a couple of friends of yours lost on Route 4!" Marianne jumped to her feet and waved back. Jolting at the sight of all three of them. She then forced a smile and waved back to the man he and Zell had just met. "Thanks Mike!"

He could clearly see her from where he stood. Her height looked to be five foot three, and was slightly over weight. Very long and curly dark brown hair. Her blue eyes expressed fear, staring at him. She was dressed in blue jeans, faded white sneakers and a black t-shirt. This was Marianne, the girl who had found his journal, who was thought to be just a weirdo. A freak.

She sat back down as the two young men walked up the stairs. "So," she said, in a shaky voice, "You guys are for real." Her uneasiness made Leonhart uneasy, himself. "Yup," Zell said as they both stepped inside the used bookstore. She gestured to an empty white chair on the opposite side of where she sat, beside this table. Zell was grateful. "Don't mind if I do," he said, walking over to the white plastic chair. "We've been walking for over an hour trying to get to you." Squall, however, remained to stand, in between the two big shelves in front of where the girl sat. "You know about this Final Fantasy Eight video game Zell has told me all about," Squall suspected, and crossed his arms. "Um, yeah, because I have a copy of it. Only nobody on Earth, not even the game's creators, figured you guys existed. How that is? I don't know," Marianne said, her voice serious, never taking her gaze off of Leonhart.

"You know everything about us, like those people pretending to be us on that livejournal site you showed me!" Dincht shrilled, shocked about this all over again as he first told Squall about the information he's found on the internet. "Not exactly everything," Marianne explained to him, turning her head to look at Zell. "But enough to know you too damn well." She turned back to look at Leonhart. "I'll tell you what I do know, concerning about the game first..." Squall acknowledged with a nod, and waited expectantly.

"Back when I only THOUGHT this game was just total fiction, the Final Fantasy Eight game was first created in Japan, a far, far off country all the way to the east of this world. A company known as Squaresoft created the Final Fantasy series. Different characters and worlds, but the potions, gil, and magic spells all stayed the same. Oh and the Guardians too. I know absolutely nothing on sophisticated video game development, but I think that Squaresoft, also known as Square-Enix, never knew you guys existed. Otherwise the game wouldn't be out everywhere, and possibly Final Fantasies nine through twelve wouldn't have been created."

Squall blinked, staring at this girl who just explained everything so calmly. "What the..." he began to say, trying to register every word she's said. She made sense on if this Squaresoft company really knew what they had been tinkering with. "WHOA, you mean we've been created by these guys!" Zell yelled, shocked. "I...I can't believe that." Marianne shrugged. "I can't believe you guys are right here, in my family's used bookstore," she said. "It doesn't make sense to me. How are you even...?"

"We found a strange portal in our world," Squall said, "It led to this world, Earth." "How'd that happen?" Marianne asked. "We don't know," Leonhart said, looking at her. Eyes narrowing, he shook his head in disbelief. "Your world really doesn't know we exist? Is that what I'm hearing?" Marianne nodded, her eyes looking sad at him. "Holy...shit..." Squall heard Zell say. "I know," Marianne muttered grimly, sighing.

"That can't be true," Squall said, glaring an icily stare. "But it is," Zell finished for him. Leonhart didn't like anything about what Marianne had just explained to him. "Okay, Squall, chill," she said. "Anger won't solve this. This is the year two-thousand-and-five. The game was created in nineteen-ninety-nine. Can't change the past."

Squall turned away from her, his shaking leather gloved hands balled into fists. No, it just doesn't make any sense. The fact that we found the portal doesn't either.

Marianne spoke, bring him out of his thoughts before he'd do or say something that he would regret. He heard her coming closer to him. "Okay, just deal with how it is," she said. Squall turned around, his furious expression inches away from her face. "Calm the fuck down," she said, her voice low. "Please. I probably know what you're going to say, but don't. We've all been freaked, but what can we really do? And I'm not going to let you just explode out in public. ...I really don't think everyone should know about this. Reporters would go freakin' nuts over this, and you'd never be left in peace. I wouldn't be left in peace." Squall, really uncomfortable with this girl being so calm and this close to her, roughly shoved past where she stood, accidentally knocking a pile off a table onto the wooden floor. There really wasn't much space to move around in.

He left Marianne to clean up the mess as he took her seat, head in his hands. Take a deep breath. You know she's right, a voice in his head whispered. It's been a long time since his Guardian Force, Quezacotl, had spoke to him. Squall decided to follow his suggestion, as he heard someone come up the stairs. He looked, and saw a woman with long straight sandy blonde hair. She looked to be in her forties or fifties, due to the wrinkle lines on her face. She wore glasses.

"Hi," Marianne softly said, to the woman. "Oh...hi. How are you?" She spoke as if she knew this woman...

Marianne's POV

Marianne knew this customer before from last weekend. A very nice lady she's talked about music and writing with. Silently praying, she hoped Squall would calm down. "I'm fine...and you?" She said a hello to Squall, who just looked acknowledged her with a silent nod, and looked away. "Um, hey," was the thing Zell said in a while. She thought that he lost his voice for a while there. It was so unlike Zell Dincht to be so quiet.

"I'm good," Marianne managed to say, and shot Squall a look that said: "If you blow another fuse, I swear I wouldn't know what to do..." Then she mouthed to Squall to not mention any of their conversation to her friend. She didn't really need to know any of this, despite that she HAS bragged to this new customer in writing about Squall, and knowing how he feels. She could definitely tell how Squall Leonhart felt now: pissed off.

God, she felt awkward right now. She walked out of the space between the hardback classics, the art and music books, the Oprah's Book Club books, and self help on one side; female bestsellers on the other side. What was that woman's name again? She asked, and said her name was Kathy. "Kathy, right..." She motioned for Zell to get up out of his seat. Zell gave her a questioning look. "C'mon," she said through gritted teeth, hoping to keep Zell Dincht calm at least. Good grief...this is harder to face in reality than just writing about this stuff! The blonde boy with the tattoo on the side of his face she knew and loved as a character (and hopefully as a friend soon) stood up, looking a bit lost and confused. "Hey Kathy," she said, tugging along Dincht with her, taking him by the hand. "I'd like ya to meet my friend Zell. Squall, the other guy, is also a friend of mine too, and Dincht had to lug him over so we could bring him out of his bad mood. He's havin' a bad day, ya know?" "Friendship can be a very good thing in someone's life," Kathy said. "Hi Zell. Nice to meet you." Zell smiled. "Hey, you too," and shook hands with her.

"Um, can I talk with you outside for a bit, Marianne?" She nodded, and led the two outside, behind the shop. "Squall's pissed," Marianne pointed out. "Yeah, so I've noticed," he said, and ran a hand through his spiky hair. "I mean...I understand about not being able to really do anything about it, I guess, so what are we going to do about Squall?" "...Just help me keep him calm," Marianne told him. "Okay? I'm glad you didn't take it as bad... You know, I'm just an innocent gamer person, ya know?" Zell nodded. "Yeah, I know... I think Squall knows too, or he would have blamed you by now."

Marianne looked at her shoes, thinking for a moment. She looked back up at Zell. "Let him be. I just think he needs to cool off some. Then he'll come to his senses and everything will be okay." "I hope so," Zell said, sounding unsure. This different kind of Zell was starting to scare her.

"Let's um, go back inside," she said nervously, as he followed her back inside Wordman Used Books...

Next is the journal entry from my own Blurty journal, summarizing all that's happened… Didn't write out everything in third person. Finished the actual scene when I felt it was finished…

October 22nd, 2005, 9:39PM

Subject: WHEW What a day it was, Crystal. What a day...

Mood: mentally exhausted

Alright, so at 10:30 AM, the guy my mom and I know who owns the shop across from the bookstore had found Squall and Zell on Route 4, and gave them a ride. I can only assume they've claimed to be my friends. Something to hide their identities, right? Yeah, I figured that out easily.

Then, I start explaining to Squall and Zell on what I know about Squaresoft and oh God... I knew Zell wasn't going to handle this without being real pissed off as like Squall was. Man, he was just REALLY moody, but it wasn't really hard for Zell and I to keep him calm down. Eventually, he did calm down, but his really bad mood didn't fade away. He didn't want to deal with anybody.

Two big events today: that meeting and the party after this wedding my mom attended to.

Anyway, I eventually told them about it, and that I'd have to change into my formal white T-shirt with flowers on it. I invited them. Zell said he'd go, but Squall didn't want to go willingly, so we heavily persuaded him to go. It wasn't easy, but he end up muttering "fine" in his own angsty and grumpy way.

The party was nice. I introduced Zell to friends of my family. He looked like he had fun. As for Squall, I saw him standing off on his own, and I talked to him some. Squall, knowing you as well as I do, I'm sure you won't be hating me forever for dragging you over.

Eventually, they had to get going. They had to WALK all the way back to the Holiday Inn. That's a pretty long walk. I hope they can afford a car while they're here.

Hey guys, you thinkin' of visiting sometime tomorrow? I don't think I've shown you the game's strategy guide yet... I don't know why, but maybe it would help some if you saw it. Other than that, what else can I do? I can't possibly go with you on a freakin' trip to Japan! Can't confront the creators of the game in person. I think the two of you should just take the time to accept it. Can't change the past.

I'm actually surprised that I've been so calm when first telling them the cold truth. I thought I was going to react differently.

Crystal: We can't tell anyone about this. You know how the media would react to this confusion? What I found out from both altogether: They've found this portal, and are investigating our world for a mission. It's been a few years after Ultimecia. Squall's about one year older than me. Zell's the same. I revealed my age, of course, because Zelly was curiousssss :-p.

Right now, I'm just mentally tired. So much freakin' excitement and worry for at least two hours straight. I'm glad this day is so over!

I think that the replies are important as the entry to put down, so I'll do that, putting who says who…Crystal owns herself btw. I'll put the ones that matter for that specific day.

Crystal Wolfven: I completely understand. I haven't mentioned it to anyone I know, considering I don't know many people, if any at all other than the people I work with.

Zell Dincht: Visiting you at work tomorrow you mean? I guess so, because we don't know where you live at. I'd have to bring Squall, since he's got a real good sense of direction. I mean, I guess it would be cool to see ya again. You're a nice person, and so understanding. And cool. And funny...

Thanks for the invitation to that party, too. It really was fun. Your friends are funny. Especially those guys named Jim and Rusty.

And the Bell's Palsy thing. I probably would have been scared, but as far as I can tell, you're really brave. It shouldn't be a surprise as to how calm you were today.

Your mom's pretty cool too. ...I miss my ma when thinkin' about yours. I don't even know how long the mission has to be.

I wouldn't worry 'bout Squall. Of course, you know how he is. He'll be alright. It WILL take time for the both of us to accept all that shit you've explained to us, yeah? For the both of us, I apologize for our behavior. Especially Squall's. Sorry we got you so stressed out for a while. Yo, at least I'll make it up to ya, okay Marianne?

Kuja Tribal (A/N: The next day, 1:14AM in the morning…I RP as Kuja): My, my, dearest Marianne, sounds like you've had quite an adventure today. You've met Other Worlders, like me?

You have quite an ear for music, yes? Can you sing prettily, like a canary? Do you really enjoy the theatre? And books too!

Impressed I am...

Finishing Author Notes: So, what do ya think? Reviews are all appreciated. Positive ones. I'll go ahead and post the scenes that happened the next day. Kuja is SO FUN to role play as. I do a really twisted interpretation of him. He's just a cuddly, demented, and can't-be-helped villain to me. XD