[ Whenever Hot Pants goes outside there will be +1 bird child and...? Well whatever that pink thing is, said creature is up in a tree, with poor small Meteion staring up at it from below. ]
It's okay! I'm sure... Oh! [ When she sees Hot Pants though, she'll look a little sheepish. ] Um, this little ambystoma got stuck in a tree... can you help us get it down?
[ verdant floor!! isn't that convenient? she peeks up at the sight of her, voice quiet. ]
Hot Pants... I. [ she looks down. ] I'm okay. I don't.. need anything.
... [ timidly looks back. ] I know that... That sometimes, people you know.. do bad things. But what about if it's... a bad thing they were forced to do?
I am! I've been.. learning! And helping Shale, by planting more here.
[ she will, quietly point at a planter pot further in the back with two budding? flowers. ] I.. planted those for Kazuma, and Ryunosuke, on Sunday. I thought about maybe, adding more flowers.
Bu-ch-- I mean, Buzen.. loved this place. It's where we all were, before...
[ ..what happened. she's quiet for a bit, just looking around at the now fixed Dojo, thanks prism for cleaning up murder i guess. ] ..I wanted to relive good memories. To remember.
[ she's gone through... a lot on monday. so many memory shares, she knows what this means. she knows what has to be done. i may not know the results of a lot of those memshares but
she'll do it first, it's okay. even if her hand trembles as it does...
the bubble ripples with orange and so.. a memory begins.
Your self is submerged, merely a distant voice in the back of your mind, but it's okay. There's no worry. You float weightlessly, not able to move, merely listening to the tail end of your report.
Once you return back to your body, disconnecting from your shared consciousness with your sisters, you feel the excitement. Joy. Express it in full as you smile up at your creator.
And you feel that same excitement back. Feel his relief as your own, a sensation of hope that comforts your senses as your dynamis abilities blankets you with these kind, gentle emotions.
[ at the sound of her name she visibly flinches, only peeking over when she realizes who it is. let's say we're in the apartment lobby! ]
Hot Pants...
[ Meteion is wearing something seemingly cozy, hood pulled firmly over her head so only her face peeks out. she looks to be debating the question before.. ]
[ their poor greenhouse... when Meteion catches sight of her, she'll quickly make her way over. the moment she does she's gently reaching out to take her hand into her own. ]
Hi, Hot Pants.. [ despite the array of emotions she felt from... everyone, she saw how it affected Hot Pants especially. she wished she had been in a better state to comfort her but it really.. became so much.
at least, she's here now. which is why she's sending some comfort, reassuring vibes. ] Are you.. alright?
[ As you approach a house you know to belong to blue and white starbird... well, in this case actually Meteion now, it's like the feeling of living in paradise. There is lush green all around, with plentiful of trees, with a stone building with a small and ancient-looking spire seeming located on what looks like could be a floating island. In the background, you can see other floating islands, with blue crystals likely linking them together. Whether it's real or not will require some investigating.
There's an archway to greet you made of wisterias to enter, where you're greeted by the flyby of three-- no, four birds. The first is a blue bird, quick and shooting across like a star with a bright yellow one right beside it. A four-winged dark blue into pink ombre one seems to follow them both close behind with a rather larger raven with little beads interspersed in its feathers following not far behind.
A glance up at the sky shows it to be split right down the middle... one half being a welcoming dark blue with glittering gleams of stars whereas the other half is a rising sun horizon with blends of red, yellow and orange. Once you enter the building, there's a floating giant moon lantern in the center of the ceiling that seems to be in a current moon phase. Plastic glow in the dark stars are littered across all the walls and ceiling, the lighting only dim enough to show off these pretty stars.
One side of the wall has a tank where a familiar little ambystoma can be seen swimming around. Meteion will be found inspecting a table orchestrion with a sun pillow in her arms, though her wings perk up in greeting once she notices someone else is here. She also happens to be wearing a necklace that looks like a flower glowing a bright sunny yellow. ]
Hello Hot Pants! Hehe, isn't everything here pretty?
[ were this anyone else, she likely would have ran away but. Hot Pants would know. she would understand this feeling. ]
Hot Pants... it..
[ no. she's not... hurt. not physically anyways. helplessly, she peers up at her, a lost look in her eyes that are wet and red already with the crying she's done. ]
It.. it's happening again. I.. I can feel it. It feels.. too much.
[ today would have been the day to not have a hangover though, tbh. ]
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w0, sunday
It's okay! I'm sure... Oh! [ When she sees Hot Pants though, she'll look a little sheepish. ] Um, this little ambystoma got stuck in a tree... can you help us get it down?
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[what was that word coming out of your mouth, small....bird child]
[Hot Pants squints up at the thing.]
Sure. How did it even get up there?
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[ it is now an Introduction. ]
It flew up there! [ hm. yes. that little thing and its sad little limbs.. it certainly flew. it wiggles up in the tree. ]
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w1, monday
I don't think... I understand a lot of these books.
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...Can you read them?
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A bit.. I didn't do a lot of reading back home. [ much work, and what is reading when you can talk with emotions ] Do you like reading, Hot Pants?
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WEEK 1 SATURDAY
Hey. Talk to me. Do you need anything?
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Hot Pants... I. [ she looks down. ] I'm okay. I don't.. need anything.
... [ timidly looks back. ] I know that... That sometimes, people you know.. do bad things. But what about if it's... a bad thing they were forced to do?
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[And...well, what a question that is.]
This place seems like it wants to...use us. I don't think Kazuma is a bad person at all. But something here wanted him to act like one.
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w2, wednesday
Oh.. hello Hot Pants! [ albeit a little sleepy, the bird seems to be in a good mood. ] Are you doing.. some gardening?
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[She's definitely in the process of planting! Gardening gloves and soil and pots and all.]
Yes, I am. Are you here to do some gardening, too?
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[ she will, quietly point at a planter pot further in the back with two budding? flowers. ] I.. planted those for Kazuma, and Ryunosuke, on Sunday. I thought about maybe, adding more flowers.
Is.. that okay?
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w2, sunday.
squish is more vocal and bwees. ]
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Meteion. [Yeah, she's coming over.] What are you doing here?
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[ ..what happened. she's quiet for a bit, just looking around at the now fixed Dojo, thanks prism for cleaning up murder i guess. ] ..I wanted to relive good memories. To remember.
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WEEK 3 TUESDAY
[Usually she would punch her way out, but now, she's hesitant.]
Meteion....
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[ she's gone through... a lot on monday. so many memory shares, she knows what this means. she knows what has to be done. i may not know the results of a lot of those memshares but
she'll do it first, it's okay. even if her hand trembles as it does...
the bubble ripples with orange and so.. a memory begins.
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WEEK 3 FRIDAY
Meteion. Want to go to the greenhouse or something?
[As distraction.]
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Hot Pants...
[ Meteion is wearing something seemingly cozy, hood pulled firmly over her head so only her face peeks out. she looks to be debating the question before.. ]
...Okay.
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w4, sunday
Hi, Hot Pants.. [ despite the array of emotions she felt from... everyone, she saw how it affected Hot Pants especially. she wished she had been in a better state to comfort her but it really.. became so much.
at least, she's here now. which is why she's sending some comfort, reassuring vibes. ] Are you.. alright?
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[She looks over at Meteion...and gives her hand a squeeze.]
...Could be better. I know you could be better, too.
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w7, wednesday
There's an archway to greet you made of wisterias to enter, where you're greeted by the flyby of three-- no, four birds. The first is a blue bird, quick and shooting across like a star with a bright yellow one right beside it. A four-winged dark blue into pink ombre one seems to follow them both close behind with a rather larger raven with little beads interspersed in its feathers following not far behind.
A glance up at the sky shows it to be split right down the middle... one half being a welcoming dark blue with glittering gleams of stars whereas the other half is a rising sun horizon with blends of red, yellow and orange. Once you enter the building, there's a floating giant moon lantern in the center of the ceiling that seems to be in a current moon phase. Plastic glow in the dark stars are littered across all the walls and ceiling, the lighting only dim enough to show off these pretty stars.
One side of the wall has a tank where a familiar little ambystoma can be seen swimming around. Meteion will be found inspecting a table orchestrion with a sun pillow in her arms, though her wings perk up in greeting once she notices someone else is here. She also happens to be wearing a necklace that looks like a flower glowing a bright sunny yellow. ]
Hello Hot Pants! Hehe, isn't everything here pretty?
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[Oh, she...has to stand here and appreciate it all. Wow.]
It's...gorgeous. Really.
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WEEK 7 FRIDAY
[Yeah, she's running up, wherever they are, to look her over and make sure she's okay.]
You're not hurt?
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Hot Pants... it..
[ no. she's not... hurt. not physically anyways. helplessly, she peers up at her, a lost look in her eyes that are wet and red already with the crying she's done. ]
It.. it's happening again. I.. I can feel it. It feels.. too much.
[ today would have been the day to not have a hangover though, tbh. ]
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