We are a panfandom featuring canon characters from nearly any live action, animated, video game,
drawn, or authored media. The Gods are fickle, toying with those deemed interesting
enough to be plucked from the world they once knew. Pandora's Box shall be your new home,
as they command.
It was always an unfortunate affair when a friend disappears from Pandora. Not for the first time and certainly not for the last time Bruno realized that yet another person has been ripped back to their own world. He noticed when Toby failed to show up for their weekly coffee, a routine that he had grown comfortable with ever since Leone had gone missing. His text went unanswered, and when he checked their home it was empty. Not even Gilly had answered.
Following that discovery, he took to drinking his coffee on the back porch, usually accompanied by a book. He had been reclining on his garden chair when he spotted someone climbing over his fence. She dropped heavy on her feet, red hair ruffled from the effort of scrambling up and across. And all he had to say was: ”Excuse me?”
When Wanda's efforts to follow up about Gilly's next babysitting session was met with radio silence, Toby being gone -- much less Toby and Gilly both being gone -- hadn't even remotely entered her mind. No, no, that couldn't be it. So it was with a mixed disbelief and wishful thinking that she went entirely out of her way to cut through fences... via climbing... the old fashioned way... to confirm that, perhaps, there might be some other explanation for the absence.
"...Oh, hi." Her hands were on her knees, chest heaving in the midpoint of a gasping breath as she regarded... her other neighbor. Italian, with a striking fashion sense. She was at least aware of him on some peripheral level, but couldn't for the life of her recall if they had ever spoken ... He was almost never around when she was, which was why ... "I, uh, thought I could cut across. She's not answering her phone." She cleared her throat, gesturing awkwardly in the direction of the Daye residence. "...Sorry."
As she glanced up, Bruno was finally able to place the stranger as his next door neighbor. They hadn't spoken before this on account that they've simply never ran into each other. He knew of her, but that was the extent.
His gaze softened as she explained himself and he sat his book aside with a quiet sigh. "You don't need to apologize," he stated as he leaned forwards in his seat. "Unfortunately I haven't noticed neither Toby nor Gilly and she hasn't been answering me either."
As plainly as he could state it: they were gone. It was best to rip the bandaid early. But Bruno was also aware of how painful it could be to lose a friend. "I have a pot of coffee if you care for a cup."
There was a moment, in the split second where her expression froze over pinched brows and a mouth hanging slightly ajar, where her denial might have continued to triumph above all else. The alternative was accepting that a rock solid component of some metaphorical foundation had finally crumbled against all odds. Even when the world ended, when thousands of faces came flitting through like ghosts in the breeze, there was always still Toby and Gilly from next door.
Until there wasn't, and that was painful. To an untold amount of people.
She regarded him in silence (was he among them?), her resignation of the inevitable at war with stubborn denial. Gulping down a breath, she was unable to help her protest, "They've been here for years." Her hands tossed uselessly in the air. As if lamenting at her remaining neighbor -- who was really taking this slightly mortifying trespass in stride -- and who seemed ... rather young if not for eyes that read as much older -- could somehow re-materialize mother and daughter from wherever they'd gone to.
Hi friends I want to apologise for my absentness of late; work is crazy right now and I'm just feeling like poop.
Thank you to everyone I'm plotting for being so patient with me and everyone in general for just being so lovely, you guys are the best