[ action / voice ] backdated to Tuesday because I was too tired to post it then

[blessingone]

[ So, Fenimore had spent the last event as bittyblessing. That had been fine at the time, but, now that the event was over, it had its own issues.

One of them was clothes. Another was pretty much everything else she owned.

Some of her belongings had stayed in the house -- Stella had rescued and retained some outfits, for example -- but, as they lay unclaimed during the event, many eventually disappeared (Shuri and the trash can are particularly suspect in this matter). She had made a brief effort to find particularly important effects, like the locket Shirley had given her -- that disappearance had sent her into a panic until she found it again. But, for the most part, she was too busy sulking to go out into the general social sphere.

Until, well, she woke up one morning to realize that she was down to one clean outfit. One...embarrassing outfit from when she had spent an experiment trying to be a magical girl. (Top and right, respectively, but with added stockings and arm warmers. After all, it was winter at that time.)

Unable to avoid the chore any longer, she can be found in or on her way to either the clothing or item shops, attempting to pretend that there's nothing wrong with this outfit.


She can also be found partway there under a tree, in the same outfit, seemingly attempting to reason with a strange bird sitting on a high branch. It seems that, sometime between her kidnapping and her return after the event, the peepit chick she got for Christmas escaped and has been living the wild life. ] Look, I said I was sorry. Now would you -- ?

[ The bird squawks and turns its back on her. Fenimore huffs as though she suspects the bird to be intelligent enough to understand an apology and reject it, opening her journal, transmitting a request as Voice. ]

Does anyone here speak bird? [Her intended request was for someone who was good at catching birds, but, annoyed, it came out as a more sarcastic one.]

Comments

WELL since Suki and Fen are off bonding...

[markofthewise]

[It's only inevitable that with both of them heading to the plaza at the same time, the two will cross paths. On a bridge, perhaps, because it's rather appropriate and Sokka felt like taking the long route to school. It gives him an excuse to go by Winry's house... and incidentally, the "Freedom Fighters" too. He suspects it probably drives them crazy. Bonus?

So when he spots Fenimore (on bridge or road), he can't help but notice that outfit and isn't able to restrain an amused smirk. He doesn't really see the problem here, given outfits in Luceti, but he does recognize it as being outside her usual style.]

Going for a new look now?

Otherwise we'd be down to ONE THREAD gasp

[blessingone]

[Bridge sounds good. She turns just a little red, because she does see a problem with it (though, really, if it was on someone else, she wouldn't know the difference for the same reason).]

I wouldn't dress like this if I could help it!

I can't live in that world

[markofthewise]

[Oh. That earns something of a surprised blink on his part, before he realized that this is pretty typical for her. He laughs. Not derisively, though, just in amusement.]

Well it's a good look for you anyway. Maybe you should stick with it.

It is rather terrifying.

[blessingone]

...Really? [She sounds a little suspicious, but she lowers the defensive attitude since it seems that he isn't making fun of her like she had thought.]

I don't know about that. I prefer my old clothes, once I can find where they went last week.

[markofthewise]

... wait, they threw out all your old clothes?

[... well, it makes sense in a way. They had no ideas who it belonged to, right?]

[blessingone]

Well, not quite all of them. Stella managed to save some of it from that guy who took my room. ...But she sold more than she actually saved.

[markofthewise]

... well that was nice of her. So... [A pause and then he grins.] That's the only outfit of yours she liked?

[blessingone]

[The edge of her lips twists upward in almost a half-grin.] Maybe it was the only one that no one would buy. [But her expression returns to something more neutral.] It wasn't the only one she kept, but it was the last one I wanted to wear.

[markofthewise]

Well, you're making it work, anyway. Where you headed anyway? I don't think I've seen you since... uhh, well, you know. [The whole waking up in the same bed incident. It doesn't need to be said aloud.]

[blessingone]

[She makes a bit of a face as a reminder, but she agrees -- no need to say it out loud.] I'm going to see if my clothes ended up at the clothes store, or at least the right kind of clothing. I might look at the item shop, too.

[markofthewise]

I guess if they don't, it's skirts and stockings forever, right? [Or you know, new clothes.] Hopefully someone else doesn't have the same taste in clothing as you.

[blessingone]

It had better not be. [She's a little more at peace with the outfit now that Sokka seems to think it's okay (his reassurances help in an odd mix of "fatherly compliments" and "hey, good-looking guy likes it" -- bloody experiments -- but she hasn't realized it yet). But she still wouldn't want to have to wear it often. Especially since she'd still have to do the laundry more often to keep up anyway.] It shouldn't be a problem, though. I doubt anyone else is going to pick up a whole closetful in a Ferines style. [The name slips out without even thinking about it.]

[markofthewise]

[Ferines... that makes him think back. He had talked to Stella about that. She was going to explain the differences, but he stopped her. It was something he wanted from Fenimore. But they'd never got to talk about it when she came back due to that experiment. He turns towards the river and rests his elbows on the railing.]

Hey, you know, you missed another experiment while you were gone. It wasn't that big of a deal, just some weird shape changing. I turned into this freaky gray alien guy. [He glances back at Fenimore.] ... but Stella turned into a oror- oh- umm... something that rhymes with what you just said. [A 'human' in other words.]

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[blessingone]

[FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

That's her initial reaction, summarized, and it shows in her face. She looks shocked and, for a brief moment, maybe even a little scared -- blink and you miss it.]

[blessingone]

[But she calms a little after the initial jolt. She is less afraid to tell people she feels like she can trust now, after Atsuki responded so well. And if there was anyone she had met in Luceti she trusts, it would be Sokka. But it's unexpected and she would be lying to say she's not nervous. She still faces Sokka, but her eyes aren't quite making contact with his.]

Di -- [She coughs to clear her throat.] Did she? ...So you two were talking.

[markofthewise]

She just told me that they're different. [A pause and he decides to be more direct.] We're different. But, uh, that was it. I kinda figured if you wanted me to know more than that, you'd tell me.

[blessingone]

[Stella, why do you have to be so generously forgiving so open about that? Fenimore doesn't say anything at first -- before that, she turns to look in just about every possible direction. It's only after she feels sure that there's no one else in earshot that she joins him on the railing, plunking down her own elbows with a sigh (though that's a bit higher for her -- probably more cross-armed).]

...Do you want to know more than that? [Now that they've reached this point, she'll probably tell him anyway unless he gives a firm no, and she can't imagine him doing that now that he brought it up.]

[markofthewise]

[He considers that for a moment as he watches the water, then turns towards her with a smirk.]

Honestly? It's not going to make a difference to me either way. So, you can breathe underwater and you have glowy hair. My sister makes water float around for no adequately explained scientific reason. I still keep her around. [Back to looking at her.] So it's up to you.

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[blessingone]

[Looking towards him, she laughs once -- relief -- before shifting to a smile.] ...Thanks.

[blessingone]

[But she moves on quickly, looking back at the river.] It sounds like you've already heard the most important part. ...I'm not Orerines -- human. [Her time in Luceti has done wonders for her ability to say "human" naturally, so the slight awkwardness with the word is unlikely to be noticeable.] I'm one of the Ferines. It means "people of the water," just like Orerines means "people of the land." We're completely different species -- it's not just a little difference. My village might have been built on the land, but we're most at home in the sea.

[markofthewise]

... pretty similar though. [He kicks a stone off the bridge and watches the ripples it forms expand.]

I mean, there's this mermaid I know... she has a fish tail. You've got legs. [Okay so maybe he's not really making a meaningful or heartfelt point here or anything.] So... why is it such a big secret for you, anyway? I mean, there's a lot of people here who do stuff way wackier than take really long swims.

[blessingone]

Not everyone's as accepting as you are. [She watches the ripples, resting her head on her arms.] I don't want to take chances, and by the time I know if someone is accepting.... [She also kicks a rock off.] It's not really an easy thing to bring up.

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[markofthewise]

You're joking right? I wouldn't call myself that accepting. I used to hate anyone Fire Nation and Suki had to convince me that girls could be fighters. That's not even getting into all the weird stuff here. [It's kind of hard to grasp why she'd need to keep it a secret here of all things-]

[markofthewise]

[... unless. He recalls San and Moro's story. They hate humans. They did nothing but evil and despite Luceti being different, those two haven't fully come around. He finds himself thinking back...

Where did those scars come from?]

These Ore-whatever, humans, what were they like in your world?

[blessingone]

[She was about to argue against his self-assessment, and had even turned towards him, mouth opening to start, when the question sidetracks her.]

What do you mean, what are they like on my world? They aren't all alike -- everyone's different, just like here. Isn't that the same everywhere? [Because she honestly and unquestioningly believes that there are people in Luceti, and everywhere, who are as unaccepting and cruel as some of the Orerines she encountered -- and more than just Luceti's small resident villain population.]