A Day in the Afterlife
Date: April 25, 2010
Location: Outskirts of the Thirteen Divisions, Las Muertes
Summary: Nanao finally gets a moment to herself before she turns into a stress pretzel. Come interrupt her quiet times and make her twitch!
It wasn't that Nanao had been busy. It's that she'd been busier. Busier than ever before to restore some semblance of order and organization amongst the officers of her division. And the fifth. And the ninth, and the third, as those had been the most prominently affected by this enormous upheaval. It was the fifth she worried about the most, for Momo's sake, and it was almost a guarantee that if her schedule allowed moments of free time, she could be found there to look after her friend and shoulder some of the duties if Momo wasn't feeling well.
It was exhausting, but in all honesty, Nanao had little to complain about. She felt like she was doing something worthwhile, and keeping her faculties occupied gave her no room to be depressed or upset at how their entire world had literally been turned upside down.
She hadn't even had a chance to look for the new library. And that was saying something.
With a world comprised only of shinigami, shops and goods and trade were few and far between. Some of the more ambitious shinigami pursued a trade during their free hours (or not, if they thought they could get away with it) to open a shop, offer items collected from the living world, or even share a meal.
Learning to cook was high on Nanao's priority list of things to do, so she could take care of herself properly. She wasn't sure how her captain was managing, but she suspected he was paying frequent visits to the more skilled female officers in the division who'd be willing to share breakfast, or a drink or several. That wouldn't do.
It was almost nightfall when Nanao left the grounds of the ninth division and returned to her quarters, just long enough to brew a hot cup of tea and examine her room. It was nearly bare, save for the neatly-made bed and the writing desk with organized stacks of paperwork and stored writing implements. There were no personal furnishings whatsoever, and in truth, it was almost depressing to look at. Perhaps she might petition for a few books the next time a supply run was made, if she felt the luxury could be exercised.
For now, she needed little except a walk, the tea, and some peace and quiet. That was one thing that could be said about this new domain: it was perfectly safe from ryoka, riled-up souls in the Rukongai, and other assorted menaces. It didn't stop her from bringing the zanpakutou she habitually kept in her sleeve, but it gave her some peace of mind as she set out to walk through the grassy fields at twilight.
Location: Outskirts of the Thirteen Divisions, Las Muertes
Summary: Nanao finally gets a moment to herself before she turns into a stress pretzel. Come interrupt her quiet times and make her twitch!
It wasn't that Nanao had been busy. It's that she'd been busier. Busier than ever before to restore some semblance of order and organization amongst the officers of her division. And the fifth. And the ninth, and the third, as those had been the most prominently affected by this enormous upheaval. It was the fifth she worried about the most, for Momo's sake, and it was almost a guarantee that if her schedule allowed moments of free time, she could be found there to look after her friend and shoulder some of the duties if Momo wasn't feeling well.
It was exhausting, but in all honesty, Nanao had little to complain about. She felt like she was doing something worthwhile, and keeping her faculties occupied gave her no room to be depressed or upset at how their entire world had literally been turned upside down.
She hadn't even had a chance to look for the new library. And that was saying something.
With a world comprised only of shinigami, shops and goods and trade were few and far between. Some of the more ambitious shinigami pursued a trade during their free hours (or not, if they thought they could get away with it) to open a shop, offer items collected from the living world, or even share a meal.
Learning to cook was high on Nanao's priority list of things to do, so she could take care of herself properly. She wasn't sure how her captain was managing, but she suspected he was paying frequent visits to the more skilled female officers in the division who'd be willing to share breakfast, or a drink or several. That wouldn't do.
It was almost nightfall when Nanao left the grounds of the ninth division and returned to her quarters, just long enough to brew a hot cup of tea and examine her room. It was nearly bare, save for the neatly-made bed and the writing desk with organized stacks of paperwork and stored writing implements. There were no personal furnishings whatsoever, and in truth, it was almost depressing to look at. Perhaps she might petition for a few books the next time a supply run was made, if she felt the luxury could be exercised.
For now, she needed little except a walk, the tea, and some peace and quiet. That was one thing that could be said about this new domain: it was perfectly safe from ryoka, riled-up souls in the Rukongai, and other assorted menaces. It didn't stop her from bringing the zanpakutou she habitually kept in her sleeve, but it gave her some peace of mind as she set out to walk through the grassy fields at twilight.