The European Land of Mouse, With a Turk in Tow, Saturday

[the_merriest]

Summer was almost over, and Rikku wasn't sure what would happen at the end of it. She felt restless, like something was unsettled. Maybe it was time for them to move on

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[raspberryturk]

"I dunno how that works," Reno noted, peering over her shoulder and around the mouse ears thoughtfully. "Maybe America owns that part of the park? Like some kinda foreign consulate deal or somethin'?"

Reno's theories. Fear them, Euro-Disney.

[the_merriest]

"Maybe it's international ground?" Rikku suggested. "Like the way embassies are? This street here is in the US, and the others are in Euro."

They called it Euro Disney. It wasn't her fault if they were unclear on the concept.

"Does that mean we need passports?"

[raspberryturk]

"I dunno why," Reno replied, shrugging a little. "I mean, I got my fake American ID. I'm willin' to bet you got yours. And if security tries to fling us off Main Street, I'll just kick 'em in the balls."

There wasn't much that couldn't be fixed with a good kick to the balls, really.

[the_merriest]

"We could always steal other people's IDs," Rikku added. Sure, she had hers, but she hadn't stolen anything in a while, and she felt rusty. "Make a game of it. People who look nothing like us, and then we go into shops and try to find ways to make us look as much like them as possible."