3rd Memory [Action/Voice]
[Action]
[Sayo, meanwhile, has no clue there are experiments going on. After all, why would she? How can you change people without doing anything to them? So she's smiling along her usual route from her apartment into town, toward Seventh Heaven. She'd been finding herself easily adjusting to the work there, not that she was too worried-even with her memory problems, she was capable of her old job without much of a fuss (save for that time she forgot what steam was).
As she hits the item shop for her usual checking out, she gasps and smiles.
Her loom!! Sitting right there, in the front!]
♫ Oh dear, oh goodness, how can this be?
My loom, my gracious! In front of me!
And here I thought it all for naught
my things for me I could have forgot-♫
[She shifts the front piece of the loom and it click-clacks-]
(click clack clickity click
click clickity clack
clack c-clack c-clack c-clack
clickity clickity clack!)
♫ With this my nights are finely spent
a flick of a hand and time to mint
a memory-trace, a key event
fond images gracing me...!
Fond visions clear to me,
Bright thread across my knee,
And moments I... can see.....?♫
[She trails off, unable to stop herself from compulsively touching her cheek in thought as a small blush crosses her cheeks. This... wasn't normal.]
Oh... goodness....
[Voice]
Are there any helping hands out there? I would hate to take up anyone's time, but I have an item at the shop too heavy for my little muscles, I'm afraid; if you're busy, don't mind me, but I can make you something tasty as compensation, if you'd be so kind!
[And after all of this madness, she's finally off to work, early as sin. Let's hope she doesn't break out in song to her customers. B|]
[Sayo, meanwhile, has no clue there are experiments going on. After all, why would she? How can you change people without doing anything to them? So she's smiling along her usual route from her apartment into town, toward Seventh Heaven. She'd been finding herself easily adjusting to the work there, not that she was too worried-even with her memory problems, she was capable of her old job without much of a fuss (save for that time she forgot what steam was).
As she hits the item shop for her usual checking out, she gasps and smiles.
Her loom!! Sitting right there, in the front!]
♫ Oh dear, oh goodness, how can this be?
My loom, my gracious! In front of me!
And here I thought it all for naught
my things for me I could have forgot-♫
[She shifts the front piece of the loom and it click-clacks-]
(click clack clickity click
click clickity clack
clack c-clack c-clack c-clack
clickity clickity clack!)
♫ With this my nights are finely spent
a flick of a hand and time to mint
a memory-trace, a key event
fond images gracing me...!
Fond visions clear to me,
Bright thread across my knee,
And moments I... can see.....?♫
[She trails off, unable to stop herself from compulsively touching her cheek in thought as a small blush crosses her cheeks. This... wasn't normal.]
Oh... goodness....
[Voice]
Are there any helping hands out there? I would hate to take up anyone's time, but I have an item at the shop too heavy for my little muscles, I'm afraid; if you're busy, don't mind me, but I can make you something tasty as compensation, if you'd be so kind!
[And after all of this madness, she's finally off to work, early as sin. Let's hope she doesn't break out in song to her customers. B|]