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[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: Waking up to the start of the AU, hurrah!
When: ....Now?
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: You wake up confused... disoriented. This isn't your house. This isn't your family! Just what is going on!?
Rating: Probably all over the map.

Probably comment-spam would be the easiest way to do it. Have fun kids |D

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house 6!

[threeswordsoul]

[Zoro rolls over in his sleep, and does not encounter an armful of sleeping Wife. Naturally, this doesn't cause him the slightest disturbance, seeing as how she's nearly always up before he is. Speaking of which, it's too early to be up, anyway - time for some more Z's.

Zzzzzz and shifting over again and - falling right off the edge of a way-too-narrow bed. Zoro blinks fuzzily, prone on the ground and still tangled in his sheets, then the room comes into focus.

It's not his. Well, his swords are right here, and as he looks around contemplatively from his low vantage point, he can see some random weights, boots, and bottles of booze stashed under his bed...hallmarks of his old bachelor pad, but not things that would be scattered around these days. (Except for the booze.) And the treacherous narrow bed is too small to comfortably share.

...Time-travel? Shifts throwing people around to random places? Zoro hauls himself up and snags his journal, flipping it open as he heads out of the room to see just where he's ended up, and to find

DONE

[threeswordsoul]

Check your book already, they're fine.

((OOC: Ugh, there's just no way to make the order of these 'checking in' threads work out properly, so I'm going to put this after Zoro's threads with Law, Katara, and Nami, and just say that his 'not here' answer as to his wife's whereabouts is him being absolutely, infuriatingly literal.))

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[oda_hates_me]

[You're a terrible audience, Zoro. That practically deserved a standing ovation.

In any case, it's hard holding that expression when someone's telling him his kids are alright:] Wha-- why didn't you say so?!

[he yanks his journal out of his robe - or hammer space, either one - rushing through the pages until he finds proper summons from all four children, plus Chopper. Relief melts into his bones]

Good...

[oda_hates_me]

[... This also means Zoro was completely right and he wasted thirty seconds wallowing in melodrama. Heh, whoops.

Clearing his throat, Sanji closes his journal like a smooth boss. So very smooth. Smoothest smooth to ever smooth.]

Well, of course they were alright. They're my kids.

[ooc: No problem /o/ I can roll with it. Sanji's timeline of events is seriously screwed up anyway. |D]

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[threeswordsoul]

I just did! [...Possibly he could've thought to mention it immediately, but - he was about to before Sanji burst out. Yeah. >>a]

[threeswordsoul]

And whatever, cook, you still want to run out of here right now and check on 'em.

[The line is delivered with merely a small eyeroll. Though he's certainly implying Sanji is ridiculous-because he is-Zoro knows the overprotective impulse is to the cook's credit. Annoying, touchy about the weirdest things, smooth like a sheet of scrunched-up tinfoil, doormat-to-females and previously-married-to-Zoro's-wife as the man may be, he's a damn good with his kids.]

[oda_hates_me]

[So Zoro's completely right - again. Sanji doesn't have to admit it. Though his shoulders slump with a sigh that has nothing to do with the Marimo because:]

No need for Elicia. My shitty dad's got her. [pause] Again. [Words will be had later]

But Miyabi's out in the woods! [mutter mutter] What if she needs shoes, or a jacket, or-- [A slightly less excited form of anxiety creeps into him, turning him animated again. He starts looking for jackets - who cares if they're not his? He's got a cold daughter to attend to.

And admittedly, he might've forgotten Zoro's there in the room. >_>; Again. He's doing that a lot]

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[threeswordsoul]

[Doesn't have to admit it is right. Point = proven.]

You could ask her. [Not 100% sure that'll even get through, but whatever.]

[threeswordsoul]

[Zoro glances into the room next to the one he woke up in, and hey - girl jacket on the bed. ... :|a Familiar girl jacket.] Huh. [Heading into this room.]

[oda_hates_me]

[Typical enough, it's when Zoro leaves that Sanji remembers Nami's husband is in the house with him... and where the hell did he go, anyway?] Eh? Zoro?

[The chef snags a jacket (or two), draping it over a shoulder as he trails after the other] What are you doing?

[threeswordsoul]

[Checking stuff out, duh. The books and, what are those, maps? on the desk, he doesn't recognize, but opening the closet - ]

...These are Nami's.

[oda_hates_me]

[His brows fold in confusion - then smooth when logic kicks in. If they were shifted, it stands to reason some of their belongings came for the ride.

Except Nami's not here. Huh, completely different locations then? It makes as much sense as anything else. Or the shift does more than drop them in different locations? His mind's still supplying answers for the string of questions when he moves to the desk, idly flipping through the maps, the papers shoved under, and--

His eyebrows lift. What do we have here?

This is--

[He'd recognize that handwriting anywhere, and picks up the papers for a closer look]

[threeswordsoul]

[Zoro's line of thought is trying to make sense of much the same thing - he glances over when Sanji speaks.]

What?

[oda_hates_me]

[Sanji doesn't respond right away, still somewhat boggled by what he's looking at. But after a beat, he passes over one of the pages]

Nami's handwriting. [That's not the strange thing. What's caught his attention is the content. Sanji would have said nothing if the pages contained lists of investments and loan requests, but instead there are calculations like he's never seen before; almost like they belong with the maps.]

You recognize any of it? [She probably just found a new hobby]

[threeswordsoul]

...No. [He flips over the page he's scrutinizing, as if there will be answers scribbled on the back or he's just holding it upside down and it'll make sense right-side up. Instead, there's a map sketched in ink - although to call it a 'sketch'...and the labels are in Nami's script, too.]

I've never seen her do stuff like this. [And he'd notice if she had. He interrupts her at her desk often enough to know the kinds of things she works on. And if the cook doesn't recognize it it's not something she used to do, either.

...Plus, if she were drawing maps like these, she'd be making money off of them. >_>a Even Zoro can tell they're high quality.]

[oda_hates_me]

Hn. [+10 for strange, then. On top of this growing headache called a morning, Sanji really doesn't know what to make of it anymore]

Maybe something else to do with the shifts? [But how is the question now. And it's a question Sanji can't answer. He drops the papers back on the desk]