If I had a heart, would that make me somebody?

I have...kind of a stupid question.

What do you do if you think you know something that can't be true—but it is anyway?

[PRIVATE to Sora]

Can I talk to you?

...this curse is stupid.

Hey, I don't—HEY! You made me drop my ice cream! Don't just...run away....

[sigh]

I really hate when the City gets all crowded like this.

Does anybody else ever have really weird dreams?

It's just something I was thinking about.

There are so many people in the City today that the ice cream shop had a line way down the block even though it's not even warm out—

Where are they all going to stay?!

[Roxas appears looking fairly apologetic]

I just want to apologize to anyone I talked to last weekend. I don't know what happened, but I wasn't...myself. It must have been a curse, but I'm not sure what kind. It was like...it was the first time I came here; I couldn't remember ever having been here before. But I didn't remember a lot more, it was like I was younger, too.

There's no way to say this without it sounding stupid, but when I 'arrived' this weekend, it was like it was back to when I was only seven days old.

Anyway. I was probably rude to people. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be.

[The video feed clicks on to reveal some odd angles and fumbling noises, eventually revealing the face of Roxas as he figures out how to hold this thing.

Time stretches out into what would be an uncomfortably long pause in any conversation, but he doesn't say anything, just looks at the camera, a vague curiosity mixed with general blankness. There's no sign of recognition on his face.]

[ooc note: Roxas has been hit with Feels Like the First Time and believes this is his first arrival in the City—but he's got a different canon point, roundabouts day 7 of his life. Sora will be coming to claim the little zombie but otherwise he's open.]

That curse the other day, with people's heads getting cut off and then just walking around like nothing happened—is that what happens here when people are destroyed? I didn't think anything was supposed to be left behind, but everything was left behind.

I don't think it's bad, but it's strange...I don't know.

[sigh]

Hey, Hanna, I found a store with a lot of ice cream flavors. I bet there's one you haven't had yet.

[There’s a long pause and some hesitant breathing before a teenage boy speaks. Maybe he’s too confused to speak at first. Maybe he knows he’s not supposed to interact with people in other worlds. Maybe he’s just really shy.]

I’m not supposed to be here. I have to get back or I’m going to be in trouble. I’m probably going to be in trouble anyway.

Can someone tell me what this wo—what this place is called? ...please.