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thestormishere) wrote2011-10-22 11:18 pm
thestormishere) wrote2011-10-22 11:18 pm
Entry tags:
- !ic,
- !luceti,
- *event: halloween moon,
- @aerith,
- @fusoya,
- @hope estheim,
- @hubert,
- @marco,
- @riku,
- @robert,
- @usagi,
- alright everyone,
- big freaking deal,
- didn't have this on cocoon,
- let's get this over with,
- not the worst birthday ever?,
- oh geez this isn't good,
- something bad's about to happen,
- there'd better be roses eventually,
- worst coincidence ever
☈ 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?
[ 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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[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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Lightning, hm? Interesting name. ]
Hubert Ozwell.
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