Packing already almost done, Temari was just going to make the most of the little bit of time she had left here. By... meditating?

She was an odd ninja.

[[OCD free thanks to muddy freakin' puppies]]

Now thankfully free of children, Temari was... not exactly hiding in the meditation room. She was simply busy there. Very, very busy.

Oh, hush. There had been too many children this past week,

[[Running OCD freeeee!]]

It was just the sort of evening that usually began with a disclaimer about strong personal convictions regarding a belief in the occult before fading serenely into darkness and the sound of frogs croaking pleasantly in the background.

It was also just the sort of evening that, by some twist of fate, would see a scary man in a skirt young woman in ( Read more... )

Somehow, Temari had managed to forget where she put her sharpening stone at work today. So, after a slow and methodical digging through the desk had produced no results...

She began just pulling things out randomly in hopes that it might job her memory. Nothing so far.

The oddness of the raining cereal was just...

Temari was not going to ask. She wasn't going to even acknowledge it today. There were weapons to organize or something to keep from paying attention to that.

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

The store was closed, and the door was locked -- safer that way -- and Rikku was trying not to tear up a little.

Janice was contentedly clapping her hands and chattering to herself, and she smelled like baby and sunshine and win, and Rikku was going to miss her so, so, so much ( Read more... )

Temari was once again in the meditation part of the business today. Last night with Madrox had been... well she was in need of relaxation. Or one hell of a fight.

Either of them would work right about now.

Temari was just going to hide a bit here in Wellspring. Not that her own... incident over the weekend was horrible, but it was still bad. A preteen boy? Really?

She did not sound like that, damn it.

Unlike most days, Temari wasn't at the front desk. No, today she was in the meditation room, trying to do just that.

It wasn't working as well as she would like.

Can't get no relief. Such an odd thing to have stuck in her head and keeping her from being able to meditate.