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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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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...I've had a couple boyfriends. Though I don't know if one of them counts -- it really didn't last very long. [Pause. Is it long enough after Valentines to make this kind of joke? ...Why not.] Why, are you trying to see where I fall in your preference for girlfriends?
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... no. I wanted to see if you were the type that benefited from prior relationships or were 'just naturally gifted'. [Or however it was she put it before. Thinking of Fenimore as an 'ex' means including Toph in there and... no.]
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[THERE IS NO DOKI HERE, I AM UNAFFECTED BY THE FEBRUARY EXPERIMENT. Except there is a small amount of it. Just a little. Not that she would admit it to herself, and she's pretty good at hiding that. Her tone is casual and teasing, and, even if she's not looking at him, she's trying to make it seem that she's not looking because it doesn't matter at all. The only slip-up is the slight hesitation before she spoke.]
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Huh? Uh, I guess, a little. I wouldn't really know.
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...The noncommital answer does kind of sting a little. But she thankfully has a little control over her tsun and thus can contain it to a huff before switching over to a clearly mock-offended tone instead.]
After all the advice I've given you, this is what I get. [Not that she's really given him that much advice.]