30th Memory [Action]

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Day 1

[Sayo's laying in a clearing, donning her usual kimono, feeling a little worn - but at least she's back ... Back from where, again? She rubs her forehead, trying to think of why she's glad to be here again. Um. Did she go wandering outside again and fall asleep? With a sigh she starts trekking back home, confused... and a little worried, because she's pretty sure she doesn't sleep, so...

Before she gets up to go, a long shadowy creature (she and normal people can't see, unfortunately) crawls from her ear down into the forest. But of course it dies quickly without her sustaining it. Running into her? Be prepared for a few problems. Mainly, that when she smiles or laughs, she teleports.

She really likes to smile.]

Day 2 - 5

[Must not smile. Must not smile. Must not smile.

Sayo's back from her mallynap. Which she just re-learned about yesterday. Sob. She's going to the restaurant to help out, and she's at the tea shop, but you'll notice she's been trying to remain very stony-faced and determined. This is because if she doesn't, you may never get your tea. It may end up in someone's house. Must be careful. Cautious. Yes.]

Here you go...

[P o k e r f a c e, as she delivers your order. You're welcome. Okaybye.]

Day 6 - 10



[Well, the teleporting problem is over. But now she's short. Short and like... five years old again. She's walking through the town wrapped in a white kimono way too big for her, looking very confused. Maybe get this kid some proper clothes. Eventually in the week, she'll be all settled somewhere - but she never, ever stays in place when told, so she's wandering around the town looking into all these new and interesting things. She may give in to her curiosity and look through your windows into your homes. She may be messing with something on your lawn. Flower bed? Gnome? Switchblades? Whatcha' got on the lawn for me to poke around?

By the end of the day she's standing in front of the item shop, holding one of these, which is unfortunately missing the ball and string. Stupid thrift shop devices.

More importantly, she's trying to figure out what the hell it does. If you're walking by, you'll notice a thought bubble over her head, flashing images as she stares down this thing:



... Yeah, she has no clue.]

((OOC: Catch her any time! Just lemme know when. I'll be using whatsanything for bitty Sayo! Also, this post might be image heavy, or at least will have images in the comments.))

Comments

[whatsanything]

Mithos... I met you once! I think. [Maybe.] Mithos is a nice name, though. Did you make it up all by yourself?

[imatreenow]

Did you...? [Maybe...it was someone who looked like him...? But then why does she recognize his name? sdjfgj.] Ah...right, maybe...

My mom gave it to me. [So...you're the one who probably made it up. :|]

[whatsanything]

Your mom? That's the person who made you, isn't it? [Because... that makes sense. If you don't have a name, you get one from the people who have you. Right?]

[imatreenow]

[Oh my god mom you are the most precious ever.] Right, my mom made me...just like your mom made you, and she gave you your name.

[whatsanything]

[She blinks at that. Oh... Well, there were things in the house she woke up in. Things that maybe... belonged to her 'mom'? Did she have one? What would she look like...? She just remembers the strangle, colorful patterns in one room with a strange contraption. They were the things people put on their bodies, for some reason.

She was wearing them right now. Maybe her mom liked the flower-looking pictures on those in the apart-ment. And then... Oh, would her mom have long hair? She quietly pieces random daydreams up of what she could look like, but she's not sure.]

I don't know who my mom is.

[Another thought bubble pops up over her head.]

[imatreenow]

...You don't? [Even this young? Mithos doesn't know a thing about his grandparents, but he thought his mom just couldn't remember. Hearing that sends a ripple of sadness echoing through him. What to say, what to say...]

I'm sure she loves you a lot, though. [Is this...okay to tell her?]

[whatsanything]

Do you think so?

[Love might be a strong word—but it's okay, because those memories are lost and buried, nothing important to strive for as an adult. For now, though, all she can do is imagine the possibilities.]

Do you think I'll ever get to see her?

[imatreenow]

Y-Yes...I do think so. [sdgfshdgyu he doesn't know how else to answer that. He just wants to reassure her...but at her next question, he balks.]

I...don't know. Maybe.

[whatsanything]

[she smiles at that

because that sounds nice]

I'll wait and see.

Do you see your mama a lot?

[imatreenow]

...I do. I see her every day.

[whatsanything]

Can I meet her? [Because it can't get any more ironic.] We can eat sal-ads and sandwiches.

[imatreenow]

[....Um...!]

She's...ah...really sick, actually! We can't see her right now.

[whatsanything]

Oh!!

...

What's 'sick' mean?

[imatreenow]

It means she doesn't feel well, and if we go see her, we might start feeling unwell too.

[whatsanything]

Okay! I don't want us to get sick, then.

...Can we still eat sandwiches?

[imatreenow]

Sandwiches...? [huh what um okay] Sure, if you want to. We can go back to my house and make some.

[whatsanything]

[There's an excited bubble over her head with a sandwich in it, because hell yes, sandwiches. One of the few foods she knows.]

Which way do I move? Let's go!

[imatreenow]

[...Good...she seems to like that idea. He takes a moment to uncurl and rise from his crouch and offers his hand for her to take.] Here, just follow me.

[Mom, mom, he will make you the best sandwiches ever. Because you're wroth it.]

[whatsanything]

[Followin' followin! Though she gets a little sidetracked by some stuff. Eventually stops altogether to poke a slug over here. :D]

[imatreenow]

[He keeps walking and-- Oh, she stopped. He takes a few steps back to see what's up. Peering down at the slug now.]

What did you find, Mo- [wait, no] -Sayo?

[whatsanything]

It's got something sticky on it! It's gross! [Despite using that jargon she pokes it with her finger like it ain't no thang. |D] What is it? It's moving on its own...

I don't think it's a plant.

[imatreenow]

It's a kind of bug. [...Right? ......On second thought, what even are slugs? He kneels down to be closer to her height.] See, its eyes are right [points] here.

[whatsanything]

...

[Jesus.]

Its eyes--but! They're so far away from its face!

[imatreenow]

That's because it's so low to the ground that it has trouble seeing anything, so it needs to make its eyes taller. [Or...something. That sounds perfectly reasonable, doesn't it?]

[whatsanything]

But they're still so much smaller than everything! It should grow it's eyes as big as the trees. Then it wouldn't have to worry about all the big things as much...