15th Memory [Voice/Action]
[Life goes on.
She's done her time for absently staring, for rubbing her arm and thinking about anything and everything, and... for mourning. Is that the right word? Mourning? Being sad over something that's lost now? She imagines it must be... But then-a few days after, she stops. Abruptly stops. And when she finally does, she picks her shoulders up wades through that self-pity and decides, it's not doing anything, to do what she's doing. The house is getting dustier by the second, and her table needs replacing, and her good plates were smashed. Sanji was gone, and the restaurant was in need now more than later.
So she washes her kimono and hangs them out to dry, and then proceeds to go out to the store and get herself a new table. One that she'll be draaaaagging, draaaaagging along toward the apartment, huff-puffing all the way. Physical strength isn't much of her forte, but she's working on it.]
[Voice]
Ah, hello-if you work at the Seventh Heaven, I was wondering if you'd help me keep it running today...
As for the new feathers, hello. My name is Sayo; I'll try to be working at the restaurant today, though our chef isn't here at the moment and I'm not as good a cook as he is. Even if it's not much, I'll make whatever I can for those who go there. I definitely can get you some drinks, while the days get hotter.
[a smile in her voice]
The seasons are certainly changing, aren't they? I imagine it'll be pretty hot soon, with summer on its way...
[Action]
[She'll be at the Seventh Heaven all day, giving drinks and making less extravagant meals for the customers who do decide to drop in. It's calming, to create things for other people, isn't it? Maybe that's why she finds it's lifting her spirits even more so than before... Ah, she wonders what the others are doing-Ginko and Cheyenne, Mithos and Yuan and Raine, all those people she'd surrounded herself with and felt such happiness with those 10 days...
It was a nice little dream. And though it still sends pangs of ache at her heart, she can't help but be thankful to have experienced it. A full family, with more than she'd ever remembered having. It's just those thoughts that enter her mind when she leaves the restaurant as it grows dark outside. Maybe it was hurtful and cruel and unfair of them. It was a bittersweet moment that was here and then gone, leaving people to mourn the loss of it-or maybe stew in bitterness about it. Still...
They were happy memories nonetheless.]
She's done her time for absently staring, for rubbing her arm and thinking about anything and everything, and... for mourning. Is that the right word? Mourning? Being sad over something that's lost now? She imagines it must be... But then-a few days after, she stops. Abruptly stops. And when she finally does, she picks her shoulders up wades through that self-pity and decides, it's not doing anything, to do what she's doing. The house is getting dustier by the second, and her table needs replacing, and her good plates were smashed. Sanji was gone, and the restaurant was in need now more than later.
So she washes her kimono and hangs them out to dry, and then proceeds to go out to the store and get herself a new table. One that she'll be draaaaagging, draaaaagging along toward the apartment, huff-puffing all the way. Physical strength isn't much of her forte, but she's working on it.]
[Voice]
Ah, hello-if you work at the Seventh Heaven, I was wondering if you'd help me keep it running today...
As for the new feathers, hello. My name is Sayo; I'll try to be working at the restaurant today, though our chef isn't here at the moment and I'm not as good a cook as he is. Even if it's not much, I'll make whatever I can for those who go there. I definitely can get you some drinks, while the days get hotter.
[a smile in her voice]
The seasons are certainly changing, aren't they? I imagine it'll be pretty hot soon, with summer on its way...
[Action]
[She'll be at the Seventh Heaven all day, giving drinks and making less extravagant meals for the customers who do decide to drop in. It's calming, to create things for other people, isn't it? Maybe that's why she finds it's lifting her spirits even more so than before... Ah, she wonders what the others are doing-Ginko and Cheyenne, Mithos and Yuan and Raine, all those people she'd surrounded herself with and felt such happiness with those 10 days...
It was a nice little dream. And though it still sends pangs of ache at her heart, she can't help but be thankful to have experienced it. A full family, with more than she'd ever remembered having. It's just those thoughts that enter her mind when she leaves the restaurant as it grows dark outside. Maybe it was hurtful and cruel and unfair of them. It was a bittersweet moment that was here and then gone, leaving people to mourn the loss of it-or maybe stew in bitterness about it. Still...
They were happy memories nonetheless.]