[Action | Closed] [Backdated to Early Morning]
01 September 2011 at 01:12 pm
[it's been hours since she walked in on that scene in Cain's room, and she's kept herself busy, hoping to calm her mind. After taking a long walk around the dome, memorizing more of the layout and clearing her head a little, she returned to her room and resumed work on repairing the damage Acumen had done to her. She has no idea now to fix her life right now, but at least she can figure out how to fix something.]
[as the darkness high above on the surface slowly turns to the gray of artificial dawn, Felicia, in the unchanging ambient light of her room, is still working away, tools and parts improvised or scavenged from the Education Center scattered around her. Every so often, though, she glances up at the door…]
[Action | Open] or voice if you wanna
01 September 2011 at 04:56 pm
[Anyone who was anywhere near a communicator would have heard Anew shouting at Ribbons, which was what she thought she would have wanted. For everyone to know what he really is. To finally stand up for herself. Some would have called it long overdue.]
[And yet as she sits on a quiet, mostly isolated part of the beach, hiding beneath the shawl around her shoulders, the only feels drained. Not vindicated, not satisfied... just empty.]
((OOC: Anyone who wants to use [voice] and either pick up where Ribbons hung up or call her afterwords, go right ahead!))
Action//Open//Afternoonish
01 September 2011 at 05:44 pm
[Hello Marina.
Who would care for a spot of comfort food or perhaps a touch of kitchen therapy? Sanji is definitely indulging in the latter and for a large part of the afternoon he'll be in the Shelter Kitchen, making all sorts of tasty late-summer morsels. Without Luffy to cook for it's easy to slack off and he could use any distraction that comes his way - hence cooking. Experimenting. Inventing delicious things.
Feel free to grab a plate or have a chat or both! Threadjacks also welcome!]
[Action | Open]
01 September 2011 at 06:32 pm
[After that strange, hectic day where Nakama had to experience both the thrill of hearing a familiar voice from home and the horror of realizing that it was Koyemshi, she's been keeping mostly to herself. Working hard, sewing or reading well into the night, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling that had come from seeing that face again.
Why not a pilot? Why not Daichi, or Maki, or even Kodama? Why did it have to be him?
She's also been giving Ushiro a good deal of space - while she was able to ignore Koyemshi, simply turning off the feed not long after he started talking, she knows that Ushiro wouldn't have been able to resist. He would've gotten angry, and there would've been a fight, and those always leave him shaken up. So she's sitting on the stoop of their house in Sector 4, trying to decide if she should go talk to him or give it more time. Dealing with Ushiro is so complicated.
Anyone who's walking by is free to approach the pensive girl, though she may not be too responsive at first.]