[Stella's message is lacking the usual loopy cursive handwriting that she'd usually write with so much flourish. Instead, it seems rigid, and the letters are shaky at the end.]

He's gone.

[That's all. She shuts her journal after that, and she won't respond unless someone came to her house wishing to talk.]

[Today is that special day... And Senel still hasn't returned. Stella doesn't want to dwell too much on that, and instead, she busies herself by baking cookies. Since she's been working for most of the day... She's ended up with way too many cookies for the household ( Read more... )

[This past week has been an emotional mess for Stella, and she's pretty sure she knows the reason why. Her relationship with Cloud has reached awkward levels, her relationship with Senel has taken several steps back... and yet she's starting to think about the latter more and more lately. This makes for one tangled web, and Stella's taking ( Read more... )

[There's a wonderful smell coming from the Coolidge house. Stella's spent her morning baking a delicious cake for a very special occasion (and shooing away housemates who'd try to sneak a taste). Although the windows are closed thanks to the season, the smell should eventually sneak out of the house to make its presence known. Specifically, ( Read more... )

[The snow is falling, but Stella doesn't see this as a reason to stay inside, and neither does Sophie. So, mother and daughter are outside and in front of their house, playing a game that Stella recently constructed. It's a large piece of cardboard with a big hole cut out in the middle, and around it are bright and vibrant colors. A few feet ( Read more... )

[Those who look up will find Stella at the very top of the highest tree in Luceti, where she ties a flag onto it that looks suspiciously like one of Senel's Alliance Marine outfits. She smiles over her accomplishment! But then she sighs. Now that she's proven that she could climb the highest tree, she has nothing else left to do, and her ( Read more... )

[The journal clicks on to Stella's face, only for her to move back and out of the camera's range with a giggle, showing the ceiling instead. There are some soft footsteps, and then her voice, along with her sister's.]

Oh, add little bows on the end, Shirley.

That's a great idea, Stella. Hm... What do you think of these? They'll go so nicely ( Read more... )

If anyone would like to visit, I've made plenty of cookies!

[Indeed, there's definitely the smell of cookies if one draws closer to house #32.]

One more day...

To those of you who wish to return home, I wish you the best of luck. I realize there has been some debate over the authenticity of the letters... for your sake, I hope that what it says is true.

I wish you wouldn-

If you-...Be very careful. Even if you leave without memories of this place... I hope we'll be able to stay within ( Read more... )

[Out on one of the bridges is Stella. Her legs over the edge of it, and her feet idly sway in the water. For once, her hair is free of the trademark bun, and the chilled wind makes her push some strands away from her face every now and then. Her open journal is beside her, and so it picks up the flow of the water as well as her sigh.]This place ( Read more... )