thestormishere | ☈ strike #17 (action / video)

Action; House 41; morning and onwards of the 22nd.

[ The calendar used in Luceti might be noticeably different than that of Cocoon's, but the way Lightning-- or rather, her friends seem to figure, since her previous birthday was roughly a month before her arrival last November... a Saturday in 'October' seems about as good a time as any to acknowledge somehow making it to twenty-two years of age.

She's really not looking for an outright party or anything, but after some stubbornness-filled discussion, the woman's reluctantly agreed to... well, what she'd likely do anyway: focusing on just having a relatively good day in general. That may or may not include humoring her housemates by dragging them around town to just Do Stuff too, though. Maybe indulge in just a little bit of the sort of food she tends to refrain from? Who knows.

After rolling out of bed and showering, it doesn't take her long to gather up Baldr and start looking into obtaining breakfast, studiously trying to put herself in a good mood. In other words, not thinking about how awful a year before now (and the events directly following it) turned out to be...

Of course, the problem is... coincidence is a tricky thing in a place like Luceti. Is she ever allowed to forget about anything for very long here? ]

Video/Action; plaza center/fountain; late afternoon of the 23rd.

Your moon... looks strange today.

[ Your moon because it's certainly not her moon, a sentiment that's quite obvious from the odd, tense quality to the woman's tone of voice. All things considered, with her homeworld's unknown status, her floating land's distinctly moonlike appearance as it hangs over the planet below, and most importantly, since it's pretty damn hard to forget the day after her twenty-first birthday being the one where she lost her sister and became 'fated' to tear Cocoon down out of the sky... she's understandably pretty tuned into any celestial objects' condition. Especially since it's currently the day following the one that, as a l'Cie, she never expected to reach.

As such, there's a looong pause, apparently thoughtful as she looks up at the sky. And then, randomly: ]

... How are you supposed to 'get over' something in the past, when it's still tainting what's supposed to be good?

[ -- Wait, no no no, asking that kind of thing? Not something she normally does at all, particularly over the journal or in front of strangers. Naturally, now it's too late, however. She aims a frowning Look towards her journal, then at anyone who might have heard from where she's sitting on the fountain. Her voice turns quiet and dry as she shakes her head, a hint of dark sarcasm sneaking in. ]

Why do I get the feeling something bad's about to happen anyway?

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That's right... the new year; it's in just a few days.

[ She'd almost forgotten about that - maybe because it doesn't actually seem to carry much weight here, regardless of the big deal she'd assume the holiday-happy people here would want to indulge in. It doesn't even line up to the calendar the majority of the residents seem to insist on though, so maybe she should have seen that coming. Just one more thing that doesn't even try to make sense. ]

It's worth looking into, I suppose.

[ She needs to do some more research of her own anyway... as unsavory as sorting through everything ever looking for tiny things that might not even be there in the first place can be. ]

[He nods. An odd time for a "new year," but it's not like a research organization would wait for the actual first day of the year to roll by before putting their work in effect.]

In the event that this did not occur at any time in the past . . .

[What then?]

Then who knows what might happen.

[ Her frown definitely still continues to tug at her lips, eyes narrowing as she looks up again at the unusual sight in question. Her mind jumps back easily to odd things that have happened around 'significant' dates in the past; needless to say, she's hardly optimistic about the matter. It makes her uneasy to an embarrassing degree for sure. ]

We'll just have to try and face it, like everything else.

[ The unknown. Hubert can't stand it.

Another glance at the moon, then he turns back to Lightning, his arms dropping back to his sides. ]

We should prepare ourselves for whichever happens to be the case.

[ Though he figures she's already well aware of that. ]

Yeah... but it's hard to prepare for something when you don't know what to expect.

[ It's not like Lightning's happy about that at all either, though- her voice definitely holds a bitter tinge to it, her lips pressing together distastefully after she's finished speaking.

It's just-- what sort of experiment starts off with the moon turning around to show off a... particular nose-y structure on the side of it? Everyone in the village starts seeing faces on things where they shouldn't be? Unexpected secrets begin to be revealed all over the place? There's just no telling. ]

[ He raises his glasses with a finger resting on the bridge of his nose, fixing it.

It is hard to prepare for something like this, especially where the moon and the odd masks are concerned. This isn't one's average oddball situation. This is one of Luceti's hard-to-deal-with antics. ]

Yes, it's difficult. And that is why we must make an utmost effort.

Not telling me anything new.

[ Lightning sighs. This kind of conversation - and the helplessness it always serves to reveal written indelibly all over every aspect of their life here - bothers her to a ridiculous degree. It's like an itch she can't scratch, as it were... and as such continuing to stay and sit there uselessly conversing about things that may or may not be is out of the question. She shifts, gathering up her things, and stands. ]

[ She has a point, but is there anything new to tell? Not really on his part, so he leaves it at that. ]

In any case, I can forward my findings to you if you'd be interested.

[ This isn't confidential information he's digging up, so he feels he can share that much if he does come across anything. If. ]

[ Lightning pauses at that, unsurprisingly a little suspicious. After his indifference to her curiosity before, now he's suddenly offering to take time the time to share anything he finds with her?

Baffling. ]

If you find out anything it might be best to share it with everyone. [ Ehh... but... she briefly moves her arm, indicating the journal held beneath it. ] Name's Lightning, though... I'll be listening.

[ This isn't confidential record, Lightning. That's the only difference. But he appreciates her cooperation all the same, and nods.

Lightning, hm? Interesting name. ]

Hubert Ozwell.

[ She simply nods, before stepping aside to move on, mind working busily. Her agitation is already showing as stiffness set across her shoulders and down her back, though; this is not going to be a very pleasant week at all. ]

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