Fenimore (
blessingone) wrote2011-05-04 12:17 pm
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[ 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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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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[Outside of her "children," since that did happen for Fenimore.]
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since, correct me if I'm wrong, I'm going to assume he hasn't told her about the village men leaving.]Was your village really that small? [Fenimore's was pretty tiny, but a rather loose definition of "near her age" surrounding a few years had at least more than just her.]
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[Had the war gone on for another generation, that village probably wouldn't have existed anymore.]
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...That would limit it. [But she's not sure what else to say, so she'll leave it to him whether to continue on that topic or change to something else.]
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[So the future is kind of optimistic.]
1/2
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[The war still happened and the damage is still done. But at least things can get better, even if it may be a long road ahead.]
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...You'll be fine. You're resourceful. But it can't have been easy growing up like that.
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[Except for the tragedies, he doesn't regret having a difficult childhood. Sure, maybe he hated all the work then, but it made him who he was now, right? So, it couldn't all be bad.]
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[She could understand what he meant to some extent -- that's a little like how she felt growing up in her own village -- but it didn't stop her from feeling bitter over it sometimes.] Well, maybe I shouldn't discourage you from looking at it in a better light.
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Well, the important thing is, I didn't have to find a girlfriend back home. Believe me, the availability? Not so good. [There was Katara and umm... a few little girls above seven years younger than him.]
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...Well, I'm sure your current girlfriend prefers that state of affairs. [No need for a long and varied history of women! (What makes this statement weird is that, at the time it is being made, Fenimore doesn't know that the proper term is fiancée and Yue has yet to arrive. Backtagging sure is confusing!)]
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[She gets through that as lighthearted teasing, but it does strike her that she ended up as one of those hypothetical girls. Or technically in-between? And she had even critiqued his finesse at the time as a tsunning method. Um. That's a little awkward.]
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[She practically had to drag out him bringing up the Toph thing.] Besides, it could be seen as a good thing! It means that even though I've had other girls I liked, she's the only one I wanted to marry.
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I'd hope that even you wouldn't be candid enough to brag about that! [She shakes her head.] I guess it depends on who you ask, whether it's a good thing or not.
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I'm guessing you would say no, huh?
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So what about you? Any boyfriends from back home? [Just... leaving out the love experiments. Those don't count.]
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