fandomhigh | The Day After Doomsday, Wednesday, Period 4

"Aaaalright." So, Reno had missed a few classes, and now the term was over. He licked his lips as he looked over the students gathered in the Danger Shop. "So I was a bit AWOL back there. I trust my Rookie and Rikku had you in pretty good hands the past couple weeks. If they didn't... Hey, means you get a trial by fire now, don't you."

The entire room shimmered, taking the students back to a scenario similar to the one that Reno had set up for their introductions class several weeks back. They were surrounded by a vast expanse of desert with no readily available water in sight. The sky was a sickly shade of spinach green, and in their immediate area, they were standing in what had presumably once been a thriving city, considering how huge it was. It was a pity that it was all sitting in ruins now, a sort of double-decker heap of twisted metal and shattered glass with very little that was still recognizable as a livable building or functional vehicle.

"Welcome to my home," Reno said, his tone almost eerily devoid of inflection, today. "Midgar, at ground zero. Millions dead, literally nothing will grow in the dirt in and around the city. No food, very little shelter, no water, the place is crawling with monsters, the entire city is radioactive, our best fuel source has been rendered impossible to use, and the world government was located at the middle of that city full of wreckage. Presumably, the guy in charge is dead. Try not to die. Anything else you do today is up to you, but you're going to want to do it as a group, aren't you?"

And then he turned around and walked away, taking a seat among the ruins to watch.

Yeah, that was it.

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Yeul took in the surroundings quietly, with her face set to her usual unflappable serenity. She made no effort to explore the city, which was probably for the best if she was to follow the instructions of 'try not to die'.

She just watched, and thought, and kept her own counsel. At one point, she turned her head in the direction the teacher had gone, taking a single step in the same direction before stopping and, with a headshake that sent her hair flying about her shoulders, turned away.

This was a sad place, a painful place, but it was not Yeul's first sad, painful place. (Not her last either.)

But on second thought, saying anything to the teacher seemed... presumptuous.

She went back to her watching, quietly.

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"Hey," Kathy said, deliberately making noise as she approached. She didn't want to startle Yeul, not when she seemed so contemplative. "Do you still have a million crazy-useful things in your pockets?"

Kathy needed to find out where Yeul shopped. She was way tired of tiny, useless girl pockets.

Yeul's pockets were much superior to what passed for pockets around Fandom Island, it was true...

She blinked, looking vague for a moment before refocusing on Kathy.

"I would not say they're all useful," she said, smiling slightly. "But yes, I suppose I do. Were you looking for something in particular?"

Go on, Kathy. Ask for a tent. Ask for ninety-nine tents, even, and then try to figure out how those fit in Yeul's pockets.

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Pocket dimensions. Yeul had literal pocket dimensions. Kathy had a complex algorithm of what went into her pockets based on necessity and size and Yeul had goddamn pocket dimensions.

So unfair.

"I guess I'm looking for anything that might be helpful?" she said with a shrug, not having been introduced to the finer points of potions and ethers and elixers yet. "Like food or water or something we can use to help construct a shelter...?"

Go ahead Yeul. Blow Kathy's mind.

"...Construct a shelter?" Yeul asked, tilting her head slightly in confusion. "Why would a shelter need to be built? I have tents enough for everyone to use in my pockets."

They could each have their own tent, if they wanted!

[I would like to take a moment to lament here that Cottages are not part of FFXIII's canon. I'm SO SAD that Yeul doesn't own 99 cottages that she could just pull out whenever.]

"Tents?" Kathy was just going to look at Yeul in disbelief right now. "For everyone?"

YEUL, EXPLAIN. THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH ROOM, PHYSICALLY, FOR YOU TO HAVE MULTIPLE TENTS ON YOUR PERSON.

"Yes, of course," Yeul said simply. "I have ninety-nine of them."

She tapped her chin, thinking about that for a moment. "My pockets hold up to ninety-nine of as many items as I choose to place within them." She smiled innocently at Kathy. "Shelter will not be a concern in this location unless we are here much longer than we are meant to be."

Look! Yeul was helping! And possibly teasing Kathy, just a little.

"You have ninety-nine tents." Kathy did not believe you, Yeul. Not at all. "In your pockets. Right now. Ninety-nine."

Yeul's smile turned gentler.

"Yes," she said, "I do."

That would be a terribly strange thing to lie about, wouldn't it?

...As strange as having ninety-nine tents in her pocket? Not really.

"Umm, can I maybe see one?" Kathy asked. She wasn't going to come out and call Yeul a liar, but she definitely needed to see this to believe it.

Maybe they had a different idea of what tents were? Or maybe Yeul's people had some kind of insane folding technology?

Other than her pockets holding whatever she wanted, alas, Yeul had no particular gimmicks for how she packed.

Though it was all suspiciously organized, with like stacked with like...

"If you'd like," Yeul replied, reaching into her pocket. "Will we be putting it up...?"

It was just that tents were always more difficult to put away again if you did that. Neatly packed up tents never were the same after that first use. Though Yeul supposed she didn't mind using a tent, if that was what was needed.

What she pulled out of her pocket did look tent-like--at least if you were familiar with what a folded up and packed into its bag tent looked like. The bag, set on the ground, came up nearly to Yeul's shoulder and she had to steady it with both hands.

It was enough to boggle Kathy, though!

"How?!" she sputtered. "That's not possible! You can't--how did you--Do you just hate physics or something?"

"There are very few things I hate," Yeul said lightly. "But this is not one of them. All pockets in my world can hold things like this."

And yet they still had purses and backpacks. Ah, accessories.

And ribbons that were made entirely of magic.

"I have got to get me some jeans made in your world," Kathy said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, okay, if you don't mind sharing, that's shelter all taken care of. We might wanna lash a few tents together to make, like, a common area of something where we can all talk, but even so, having a place we all can go to retreat from the heat and stuff is a good step."

Hey now, ribbons were rare! She didn't have ninty-nine of those.

"If you say so," Yeul said agreeably. "I do not mind sharing."

Yeul watched Kathy calmly, content to see what the other girl would come up with next since, well, Yeul wasn't the one that cared about survival and her inclination to help was... always an iffy thing to rely on.

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