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

[ 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.]

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[ By this point, Fenimore's almost forgotten that Xion is coming as she continues to see if she can get the peepit chick down. At the point where Xion is approaching, Fenimore is on her tiptoes and pulling a lower branch to test if it will hold her weight. But, at the call, she turns and returns the wave with her free hand. ]

Oh, hey, Xion! [ It might be worth noting at this point that Fenimore's still in an odd outfit -- though, as Sokka has pointed out, there's enough variation in culture in Luceti that this might pass without comment amongst some people. ]

[ Well, amongst some people who haven't seen Fenimore before. It actually brings Xion up short when she gets a good look at it ....... but with a few blinks she shakes it off and closes the distance between them. She just ... won't ask. Fenimore probably has some reason... right?

Anyway, once she's next to her friend, she'll peer up through the branches, looking for the bird in question. ]

Oh, is that it? [ She points at it, then looks back down at Fenimore and holds out the little bag she's got. ] I brought some sunflower seeds. Birds like that stuff, right?

[ Fenimore looks at the bag, uncertain. While she's been feeding him birdseed, she knows that wild peepits are willing to attack people. Some kind of omnivore? (Not that she knows the word.) Would the sunflower seeds be as attractive to something that seems to eat whatever it darn well feels like? ]

I'm not sure if it --

[ There's a rustle as the kneehigh chick hops to a lower branch -- though still much too high to reach -- and peers down at them. It seems that its attention has been caught. ]

...I could be wrong, though.

[ ... a grin, and she steps back, scattering some of the seeds on the ground at the base of the tree. ]

Well, it can't hurt to at least try, right?

[ Fenimore steps back as well to give the peepit some room. ]

Right. ...Though we still have to catch him if he gets down here. Um. [ She looks around before she realizes that she had a shoulder bag with her, presumably for the clothes ~~that she totally had with her this entire time~~. She lifts it off her shoulder and holds the bag open like a net as the peepit cautiously hops lower and lower on the branches, occasionally pausing as if contemplating the risk involved.

...The bag doesn't really seem big enough for much range of error.... ] ...I don't suppose you have a better idea on how to catch it?

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

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