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[ voice/action ] please not now

[It takes Fenimore some time to reach for her journal after they find Shirley missing. But, eventually, she drags herself over and opens it. It's no small matter for Shirley to have made friends in Luceti -- the girl had spent her first fifteen years friendless. She can't just leave that alone. But, even once she opens it, there's silence for a full minute. When she sighs and begins speaking, her voice is calm, though this is by willpower alone.]

For anyone who cares -- [While it's intended as a general "to who it may concern," the slightly bitter edge that creeps in at the end sounds accusatory. She knows it isn't fair and regrets the unintentional addition, but she has belligerence against the world to spare today. When she continues, her tone is flat again.] ...Shirley has gone...home....

[She trails off. The voice doesn't sound like her own. In fact, the entire entry sounds -- and, by the camera, looks -- as though it were made by someone else. Except for the tone, it sounds as though.... She slowly reaches up to touch a braid hanging from the side of her head.

Shirley's voice continues, quiet and strained:] Oh, that isn't fair.... [Using Shirley's hands, she closes her journal and cuts off the feed.

She doesn't want to meet any of the others like this. Not now. Even though she knows that Stella is out of the house, chances of running into her accidentally seem small enough to risk it. In any case, getting away from the house seems pretty attractive right now. She doesn't have to change, thankfully -- they're close enough in size that her clothes just feel a little loose in places. Though of course, on her way out, she does have to stop to grab some things for the cold weather.

Her intent was to avoid people entirely, but she stops at the river next to house 34, by the bridge. That's where she had found Shirley after Senel had left. Shirley had acted strong, no matter how much it had bothered her. "Acting"...but, if she thought about it, being able to act that strong was strong in itself.

She can be found sitting with her arms around her knees on the bank, north from the bridge and away from the pathway -- this time, it's far too cold to even wade, whether or not ice impedes that. She hopes that she's out of sight, and it might have been hard to accidentally catch sight of her were she not wearing a hat that stood out against the snow.

It's still a stupid hat. It doesn't even keep her ears warm.]

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blessingone. Journal comments will be answered with an in-Luceti-time delay and, if she doesn't have anything to say, might not be answered at all (apologies if you get hit with the last one). Action ones she doesn't really have a choice on -- she might be a little unfriendly, but she's not upset enough to cut someone off completely.]

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That wasn't my fault. [A grumpy Shirley is an unusual sight.]

[Until now, these faces seemed impossible to him.] I wasn't saying it was! But... sorry. I'll miss her too.

...It's okay. She's better off at home, anyway. [Though the way that she lets her chin flop down to her knees suggests that she still feels bad about it.]

Yeah, probably. [He doesn't exactly know, but taking her word for it.] A lot of my friends have been sent home.... it sucks, being the one who always stays.

[She actually doesn't know either, since Shirley was in pretty big danger, but she found out that Shirley at least got past that part.] It feels selfish, thinking like that. ...I don't mean for you -- that's not what I'm talking about. It's just -- with everything Shirley did for me, I should be okay with her...going on ahead for once.

It's not selfish. That's just how it is around here. [He picks up a rock and tosses it at the river. It bounces along the slushy ice on the outer edge.]

[She watches the rock in silence for a moment.] ...You know, if I had known, back when I first arrived here, that I would be upset when someone got out, I would have been really angry with myself. I would have said that I was getting complacent. [And maybe I am.]

[He lets out a small laugh.] I was positive I was going to be the one to get everyone out of here. After all, we'd done so much already, how bad could this place be?

[That briefly gets a small smile out of her -- not big at all, but a smile.] I hadn't thought that I'd find a problem too big for Senel or Walter -- at least, one with a face they could punch.

[Then the smile fades.] Though, maybe I haven't. They got out.

If they were able to get out of here by punching someone's face, I'd be long gone by now. [Okay, not exactly encouraging, but Sokka had to stand up for himself.]

[Fenimore makes a noise that she would rather I didn't describe as a snort. But it's pretty close to one.] If that was the case, there would be a line-up.

Besides. Look at those arms. [Sokka lightly punches a Shirley arm.] Are you saying Shirley managed to punch her way out of here?

[~~/bruises because Shirley is frail~~ The joke is actually kind of funny, but it also draws attention to her current situation, being stuck in Shirley's body, as she actually lifts that arm to look at it. Her expression is a strange mixture of sudden amusement, followed almost immediately by something more solemn.] Yeah. She probably doesn't even know how to punch. [The voice only makes it worse, even if it sounds a little weird from being inside the head rather than hearing it from outside. G-guh, she misses her so much already, and it hasn't even been a day.]

[... okay, so maybe he hit a sore spot there. He goes quiet again at that, fumbling with a rock again.] I guess you two have that in common. [Okay, so maybe he's not good at this. When in doubt, he just resorts to humor.]

[She can take the joking -- and, really, the sitting next to, even -- better with him than she probably, because...well, that's what she's used to. Even if it is still weird that he looks like his girlfriend.

And even if she still sounds annoyed at the joke, though it lacks some of the snap that she would usually have and also is with Shirley's voice.] I can do that much.

Really? Show me.

[What better way to solve disappointment and sadness than a little old fashioned violence? It's very distracting.]

[She blinks at him, not having expected that suggestion.] ...When you say it looking like that, it sounds like you're telling me to punch your girlfriend. [Not really, but the thought does come to mind.]

Trust me. Suki can take it. I didn't make up all that stuff about Kyoshi Warriors, you know.

Still...well, if you insist.

[She balls up her fist inexpertly and, stretching out her legs, twists awkwardly from her sitting position to face him. As might be expected from this rather disadvantageous positioning and her not exactly impressive strength, it's not exactly the most terrifying punch that has ever been thrown. She doesn't hold back, certainly, closing her eyes, winding back, and swinging straight for his arm. There's just not a lot to hold back.]

[Not about to let himself risk getting hurt, he catches the fist in the palm of his hand.]

Not bad! You're bold enough to actually throw one. That's a start.

You're the one who asked for it. [She'll try yanking back her fist now.]

[Fine, have your fist. He stands up now.] Okay, now do it for real this time.

Do it for...Sokka, what are you doing? [She doesn't stand right away, but she probably will soon -- this is going to give her a crick in Shirley's neck.]

Well, you can't put much force into a blow sitting down, can you? Now come on! [He offers a hand to help her up.]

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