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[blessingone]

[At the south of the village, once a bit farther out of the way before the higher numbered community buildings and the battle dome appeared, is a single-floor house surrounded by way more gardens than any reasonable person could ever need. There, in House 34, an eclectic group from the Legacy reside and raise the child left behind by Senel and Stella.

This is their fourth wall post.]

[Specifically, this is a group post for Norma, Grune, Fenimore, and Walter. Comments inside for each will give more detail on what they're up to.]

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GRUNE

[lostinmyway]

[Saturday is a normal day for Grune--or at least, that's how she starts off viewing it. Initially, she doesn't actually notice any of the chaos, aside from a moment or two spent vaguely wondering why the village seems a little busier than usual. But, after a while, she's likely to leave off her work at the flower shop, her walks in the woods, and her general wandering around in a daze to lend a hand wherever she can.

Grune being Grune, this is far more likely to to multiply the confusion, not divide it.

Feel free to encounter her just about anywhere during both days, because G-Girl can't be tamed :|b no matter the circumstances, Grune never has a good grip on traveling in straight lines.]

FENIMORE

[blessingone]

[Regardless of what is going on outside, today is a day for Fenimore to bake. She totally had this planned in advance. It's not an excuse to avoid going outside, because she's not too worried about the sudden appearance of huge crowds to leave, okay? She just wanted jam tarts. Is that a crime? No, it's not. They're delicious. She's not scared. At all. So there.

That is to say, she'll be spending pretty much all of Saturday in the house, oftentimes in the kitchen. By Sunday, though, she's heard enough to suggest that the sudden, wingless crowds are generally safe enough, so she can be found walking around outdoors, bundled up against the wintery weather.]

Sundayyy

[welzes]

[After the run-in with Jay, Thyra's mood is very, very sour, and she is all around extremely unhappy and, not that she's willing to admit it, freaked out of her mind. What a crazy boy! If she's freaked, then he's mad, plain and simple.

There's no way Fenimore could be breathing and ali—what.

What!!

Thyra is on the other side of the path Fenimore has taken, except there is no mirror and so surely this should be impossible and oops, there she goes tripping on nothing with a horrendously loud and undignified gasp/half-scream as she plummets to the ground.

Maybe a concussion will make the hallucination go away.]

Awwww yeah let's do this thing.

[blessingone]

[Fenimore hasn't been paying very much attention to the people around her by this point. At first, she had been hyper-sensitive, checking every passerby for signs of danger, but she'd since grown tired of it and come to just trudge on past the crowds.

Still, she can't exactly ignore a gasp/half-scream -- one that her mind first reports as familiar and then rejects out of hand as impossible -- so she turns in its direction.

And freezes.

She knows that undignified pile. She couldn't be anything else. Even if she's now years older than her twin rather than minutes, she knows who this is.]

Th -- [It's only when she tries to speak that she realizes her throat is suddenly clogged and she chokes on the name.

Now she breaks from where she is rooted to the spot, but she can get no closer than kneeling near where Thyra fell, hesitating to touch her, as though that would dispell the illusion.

She manages to work her voice, but only in the form of a hoarse whisper.]

Thyra?

aw yiss

[welzes]

[Sadly, her head is in rather good shape even after the slight thud against the ground. Thyra clutches it, daring not to make a sound, but cranes her neck when she hears her name.

How long had she dreamed of being called like that?

Her own call is a mixture of acknowledgment and disbelief, as if she can't decide which is real.]

F-Fenimore . . .

[But she's spent so long to know that this can't be true, so her features twist into an indignant scowl as Thyra just about crawls away and scrambles onto her feet. She's been basically taunted to to keep alert for this sort of illusion, and she'll trust in herself to not fall for it. This is the worst.]

No, it can't be. This is a cruel trick.

[blessingone]

[When she hears Thyra's voice, she has to clap a hand over her mouth to hold in a sob, but nothing can stop her eyes from filling. She knew that she missed her sister, but she didn't know how much she truly ached to hear her again.

As Thyra gets to her feet, Fenimore stays on her knees looking up at her, not sure if she trusts her legs just yet. The denial and the scowl strike her heart like an arrow, but, at the same time, she can't stop the smile spreading across her face. The words and the expression, hurtful though they may be, were so very Thyra that she feels an equal rush of joy.

The flood of all emotions is too much for her. She laughs without meaning to, dropping her hand to reveal a smile at the same time as tears leak from her eyes.]

Thyra, no, I -- I know it doesn't make any sense to you right now, but -- it's me. It really -- [She rubs at her eyes with her sleeve. She should try to keep it together better. She's the older sister...sort of. But it's so hard to keep any of this under control after more than three years thinking she'll never see Thyra ever again.] I'm so happy to see you again.

rule 63 saturday

[malerines]

[Jam tarts are delicious, and probably quite effective at recovering health. Carry a bundle of those in your basket and nothing can get you down!]

[... but, unless they can cure temporal/spacial anomalies, they can't help this guy. Still, baked goods are a creature comfort. Simon Fennes, abruptly in a new and strange place, instinctively seeks out the pleasant smell. Even if it leads to him peering through a window like some kind of peeping tom (he doesn't mean to!).]

[He's a little surprised to see someone looking so- Ferines. He'd spotted other blondes in this weird, wingy world, but none had quite the eye or skin color of the Radiant. The distinct hair style helped, too. If there was one thing Simon had learned after settling down on the Legacy, it was that Ferines style was very... distinct (they didn't have a fetish for putting baubles on every article of clothing, for one).]

[Ah, should he knock on the window? N-No, wait, that's rude. The door would be a better idea. Which way was the door? There's a (pun intended) window of opportunity to catch Simon at the window. Otherwise he'll try to be a polite inter-dimensional guest and find the door.]

I've missed Simon.

[blessingone]

[As nervy as she totally isn't at all about the strange happenings in the village, she's started to calm down a little. She doesn't compare to the baking mania that is Grune and, well, many people on the Legacy, but it's pretty soothing. Especially now that she's got a woodstove and not a silly electric stove. She's practically humming as she lifts a tray of cooling tarts off the stove (with blue and white oven mitts, of course) and turns to place them on the cooling ra --]

[There is a man in the window.]

[Okay, maybe not all the nerves have left as she nearly tosses the tarts straight into the air. She hastily restrains that instinct, but she still has jerked the tray out of alignment, leaving the tarts only pecariously balanced as they begin to slide. She scrambles to the counter and just barely manages to drop them onto the cooling rack instead of the floor. Safe.]

[But...yeah, it's pretty clear that she noticed you, dude.]

I am always glad to provide you warm, delectable nostalgia.

[malerines]

[OH NO, FAUX PAS.]

[Simon's face flushes red and he immediately ducks down to a crouch, putting his hands over his head. No, wait, that's even more suspicious! Panickedly, he calls out,]

I- I'm sorry! [Wait, no, he's still out of sight. He can't properly apologize like that! ... but standing up and looking her in the eyes seems even more impossible. He compromises by raising one of his hands and waving through the window.] I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-! [What didn't he mean to do? Pry? Peek? Saying either of those seems as bad as admitting it...]

You're so good to me. ♥

[blessingone]

[...Well, if she was worried about the sudden man in the window being a danger, this has pretty much eliminated all such concerns.]

[She attempts to get a good look at him, but the counter is too much in the way. When he's crouched down like that, she can't really see below the waving arm.]

...What are you doing? [She doesn't sound angry, though. Just a little weirded out.]

saturday because tarts

[prayingone]

[But, Fenimore. You can't avoid visitors when they show up in the very house that you've holed yourself up in.]

[It's very disconcerting to reach out for your cup of tea, take a drink, and find yourself in a (mostly) unfamiliar room. Instead of sitting at her desk, penning a letter to the King of Gadoria, Shirley finds herself sitting in a chair in what appears to be a living or sitting room. To her credit, Shirley doesn't drop her teacup--instead she holds onto it very tightly, the knuckles of her fingers white.]

[This place is... familiar. She's been here before, somehow--even though Shirley knows that, logically, she's never been in this house before.]

[blessingone]

[Fenimore is at the kitchen table at the time that Shirley appears, rolling out the batter in order to cut out circles for the tarts. For a moment, she doesn't notice, looking down at her work, but, as she finishes flattening it, she looks ahead to reach for the cutter and...]

[A jolt of shock runs through her for a moment, but her initial conclusion is dismissed as impossible. It's been two years. That kind of seeing things that aren't there should be long gone. Nevertheless, she can see the back of the head of someone sitting in a chair in the living room, and it's certainly not the other blond who actually lives here.]

[...Maybe it's a friend of one of the others (by which she means Norma or Grune, because like Walter has friends). Still, it's disconcerting that they made it into the house without Fenimore noticing, on top of how disconcertingly they look like....]

[She rubs off a bit of batter from her face before addressing the sudden guest, but only really manages to smudge her cheek with flour in doing so. She doesn't notice, though.]

...Hi?

1/3

[prayingone]

[In the end, Shirley rationalizes the house--with its familiar walls, furniture, and rugs--and the warm, nostalgic feeling she gets from it as-- "This is just a dream."

A lot of things have happened lately. Peace isn't easy, especially when there's milennia of bloody history to overcome; Shirley has her hands more than full just with her work trying to bring the lost, wandering Ferines back to the Legacy. The troubles with the black mist, Schwartz, Grune passing on... add it all up and, even dreaming, Shirley can understand why she might have fallen asleep at her desk. She can even rationalize Madam Musette discovering her and draping a shawl over her shoulders.

In a dream, it would make sense for an unfamiliar house to be nostalgic. In a dream, it's absolutely possible to hear Fenimore's voice again.]

[This isn't the first time Shirley has dreamed about meeting Fenimore again. She doesn't think it will be the last, either. Fenimore was her first friend; her best friend, even now. It's painful to think that the only way they can speak again is when she's sleeping.]

... ... hi, Fenimore. [Shirley shifts and turns to face the sound of Fenimore's voice. She manages a smile, but it's more than a little sad.]

2/3

[prayingone]

[That is, of course, until she spots the smudge of flour on Fenimore's cheek. Wow, this dream is so detailed... should she bring it up? Would Fenimore get embarrassed, or offended if she pointed it out...?]

3/3

[prayingone]

Um... it's good to see you again. [> Your Courage isn't high enough to point out the smudge of flour on Fenimore's cheek...]

1/2

[blessingone]

[It's a good thing that she isn't holding anything, because it would be dropped immediately. Her mouth drops open slightly as she stares, stunned.

She tried not to think about how likely it was that she would ever see Shirley again, which wasn't always easy when she lived in Shirley's old house and sleeping in Shirley's old room. She'd seen people come back, sometimes with their memories, from long disappearances, but she felt that this was the exception, not the rule.

After she learned of her death, she was convinced she would never see her best friend ever again, save for a few confused minutes as she lay dying when she returned home.

When she speaks, her voice is very small.]

...Shirley?

2/2

[blessingone]

[She was really here. Her stunned expression melts into a huge smile. Her usual feigned casualness read: tsun has been brushed aside for rare complete openness read: dere.]

Shirley, you're back!

[...Hope Shirley isn't too attached to that tea or the teacup it's in, because she is going to rush forward and practically throw herself at Shirley to hug her. If Shirley doesn't get up by the time Fenimore gets in range of the chair, then she is going to actually climb over that armrest and grab her right in her seat, awkwardness be damned. This...might not be exactly easy on the balance if this happens.]

WALTER

[blackteriques]

[It's no surprise that Walter is in a bad mood. Nope. Between a very strange encounter with another Ferines and the sheer amount of strangers continuing to come into the village, he's on edge. He can be found sitting on the roof at times, watching people pass by on the street, or flying over to the plaza to watch people over there.

He's become a people-watcher. With a severe and serious expression the majority of the time, that probably doesn't look very good.]

NORMA

[bubblywishes]

[Norma, for the most part, goes about her business with little care. She wake up, washes up, gets dressed, eats...the usual. Or, well, the usual around the house that is. For when she steps out and makes it barely twenty feet she begins to note just how crowded it is, and the influx of people here are vastly different than the true residents of Luceti - they are very much lacking the added feathery appendages.]

What the heck?!

[Because, really, what else can she say? There is nothing more appropriate than that. A-Anyway, Norma tries her best to move through the crowd, though after just a few minutes she gets fed up and ducks between some trees just to twitch her aching wings. Ugh...she keeps bumping and hitting them on things and people Damn it, she's going to need a doctor for real if this keeps up! Grunting angrily, Norma covered her wings carefully and takes a hellishly long route to the library - through the forest. It's the only way to avoid the majority of the crowds. It'll take her twice as long, if not more, but it's worth it. The traffic in Luceti today may be just as bad.]

Oooh, the heck is going on anyway?! Jeez! Can't a girl go one single place without having her toes stepped on three times in a row?! I swear, if there's a huge mess at the library, too, I'm gonna scream. [Oh, and she's so calling out of work today. No way in hell is she manning the bar with this rush-hour.]

HEY GURL HEY

[whatdeheckisdat]

[HEY WHO BUMPED INTO ME IMMA KILL EM oh it's just you.

...Hi Norma. Have G-Girl's, uh, ex-boyfriend...?]

...I would prepare to strain my vocal chords, then.

Y HALO THAR ♥♥♥

[bubblywishes]

[Good lord, Dhaos, you're like a fucking brick wall. Norma rubs her face gingerly and stares up to give this person a piece of her mind - and very possibly a decent enough kick to the shins.]

HEY! Watch where you're going you--

[You...!]

2/2 <__<;;

[bubblywishes]

[Aaand then Norma's face cracks into the biggest and brightest grin, her eyes practically shimmering with delight. Yes, she is happy to see you. And laughing herself at you to hang off your shoulders and hug you.

Because she's part monkey.]

LITTLE D! You came back!

and because I can

[baneofkings]

[all dese tasty mortals man

ain't no worlds to eat here so people will have to do

this one is kind of small but whatever it's not like there's a lack of other people to make up for it 8|

If Norma is paying attention, she may catch the ridonkulously deeply-voiced first word of the Fire Breath Shout, which is all the warning she's going to get before the other two words and a whole lotta fire come out a second later.]

Yol...

idek how this will play out.

[bubblywishes]

[Norma is barely ever paying attention, but thankfully the many different high pitched screams of terror and "DRAGON!" are enough to have her whirling around before the crowd starts to disperse like cockroaches. Fuck--what is it doing?! No, why does she care what it's doing, she's got to either stop it, block whatever attack it'll let loose, or run for her freaking life.

Running isn't an option with the crowd, and while she's pretty crafty with here eres, it's still only half strength - and she can't take on a full grown dragon by herself anyway. She know and understands that. Only thing to do then, is to wait and cast a defensive spell once that stupid lizard does whatever it does. It won't stop the whole attack, but at least she won't get completely incinerated by it. Her clothes will take the worst brunt on the burns, really.

Of course, being Norma, she cannot keep her mouth shut about this]

WHY IS THERE A FREAKING DRAGON ATTACKING ME?! I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING THIS TIME! There's nothing to steal here, come on!

is cool. also wow rude norma get out

[baneofkings]

... Toor... Shul!

[Alduin is totally uninterested in mortals complaining. He bathes the whole area in flames, trying to toast as many of them as possible, and then takes to the sky again before any of them can recover. He's back in a flash, though, and bothers speaking anyway because why is this tiny creature still alive.]

Petty joor! No clever craft can shield you from my thu'um!