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OPEN/MINGLE â SMASHING GARDENS
[ Meanwhile, in the middle of the desert......
What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? Who knows. This is more like two old, rusted Chevys trading flirting touches at low speeds. Galbadia Garden and Balamb Garden are careening into one another in a way that some of you might find all too familiar.
Maybe this happened years ago for you, maybe it hasn't happened yet, maybe you had no business being in these crazy hoverships in the first place, but regardless. You're here now and it's time to brace for impact. This one will be an even bigger problem, because there's no one at the helm of these ships. It's as if they've developed a will of their own and driven themselves into one another, sending both vessels careening into the boiling sands below.
Luckily, these things are as hardy as they are ancient. They'll both need new paint jobs and extracurricular activities will be out of the question for some time, but when the dust clears, everything is mostly intact. The Gardens will fly again. Someday.
Anyway, this is your chance to mingle somewhere that isn't Midgar. Both Gardens are smushed together, accessible through Galbadia Garden's basketball court. Maybe you want to organize a search and rescue. Or start doing damage assessment and making repairs. Maybe you wanna do some figure skating on the definitely not demon-infested hockey rink. Whatever you want, congrats, you're not in Midgar anymore. ]
What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object? Who knows. This is more like two old, rusted Chevys trading flirting touches at low speeds. Galbadia Garden and Balamb Garden are careening into one another in a way that some of you might find all too familiar.
Maybe this happened years ago for you, maybe it hasn't happened yet, maybe you had no business being in these crazy hoverships in the first place, but regardless. You're here now and it's time to brace for impact. This one will be an even bigger problem, because there's no one at the helm of these ships. It's as if they've developed a will of their own and driven themselves into one another, sending both vessels careening into the boiling sands below.
Luckily, these things are as hardy as they are ancient. They'll both need new paint jobs and extracurricular activities will be out of the question for some time, but when the dust clears, everything is mostly intact. The Gardens will fly again. Someday.
Anyway, this is your chance to mingle somewhere that isn't Midgar. Both Gardens are smushed together, accessible through Galbadia Garden's basketball court. Maybe you want to organize a search and rescue. Or start doing damage assessment and making repairs. Maybe you wanna do some figure skating on the definitely not demon-infested hockey rink. Whatever you want, congrats, you're not in Midgar anymore. ]
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I know, I was just ensuring that.
[Because of course he did.]
I am, actually. I haven't eaten anything in hours now that I've thought about it.
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So I'd figured, sir. I took the liberty of ordering a banquet.
[ It would do well to leave it there, to not betray his own excitement, but he cannot. The prospect is too tantalizing. It feels like it has been an eternity since they were able to enjoy these small comforts. ]
Real food. [ He says quietly. ] Not salvaged cans and wilted jerky.
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And after the last two years, he knew how exciting it would be for Tseng. It was how he had felt the first time he had been able to eat cheesecake here.]
Strawberry cheesecakes and champagne. And I assume you got that stir fry dish just as you like it.
[It wasn't just about the food, it would be sharing it with Tseng after everything they had been through.]
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[ Finally, finally, they are hitting actual roads. There's pavement and sidewalks. The bridge to Midgar looms up ahead. Tseng cannot hide the grumble of his own stomach while they discuss what is on the menu. ]
I had a cheesecake delivered from that bakery on West 25th.
[ It's been two years, but Tseng still remembers that it's the only bakery that Rufus hasn't voiced a complaint about. It's also excessively expensive, but such extravagances are fine by him. He thinks that after all this time, he would like to see Rufus truly enjoy himself. ]
Gloria vetoed Wutai. She wanted that imitation Costan place. I've no inclination to argue otherwise.
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He actually laughs, his mood already improved despite the mild concussion. Just the mention of his favorite cheesecake was enough for that.]
Of course, she did.
[He doesn't know anyone who argues with Gloria.]
I like that place. They have those little fried like crab dumplings that are so good.
[And which are definitely not Wutaian.]