[the clothing store is busy today! there's a gaggle of girls in here, trying on prom dresses, cute flowy tops, winter jackets, tight jeans... it's a montage from every girly movie you've ever seen, for half the day.]

[if you come by to get some winter gear or any clothing, maybe you'll catch Orihime trying on yellow sundresses a little wistfully. mmm. it's not... quite...]

[...this is a silly idea. she laughs sheepishly at herself and moves to find something else]

[Anri lies under the awning of the Guardian Sapling’s branches, staring up through them at the dome’s ‘sky’, far overhead. It’s been an interesting few days and she’s grateful for the reprieve, having fled from her shelter room even earlier than usual to – be outside, collect her thoughts, find some focus. Give Saika some attention, so that she wasn’t under the constant suffocation of heady whispers.

She's dressed for the weather, coat and mittens and boots, but the hood is pushed down to support her head above the snow and grass. Under close scrutiny, anyone who knows her will recognise the alien brightness to her eyes – a clear red rather than their usual dull brown.

She’s hoping that no one who knows her will find her right now.

She’s hoping for some peace and quiet, but who knows how much she’ll get.]