[Deep breath. Relax. There we go. It'll all be okay. It'll all work out. 

(Perhaps not.)

She can't let herself think like that; can't think about what it could mean for Mithos, or for anyone in his predicament. She doesn't want to leave him to this place. There has to be a solution - there has to be something else. She won't give up, not until the very last waking second. But there lies an issue - she can't leave Kaji behind. She doesn't want to leave Mithos and her 'family' here behind either. It's so hard to figure out what her heart needs and wants - but this thing... this, she's certain about.]

... If this is almost the end, I suppose I might as well face my weaknesses, shouldn't I? What are yours, do you think? The weaknesses you may have to face. Before the end of the battle. What do you think that is...?

[She smiles, a bit forced, running a hand over her hair.]

I guess I can be direct. I have... a sort of creature in my head that eats my memories day to day; I've forgotten... so much. Places. Moments in time. People. I try not to think about it too much, because it certainly doesn't do me any good, does it? I don't even remember how I'd gotten this creature. I don't even remember the day the mushi master came to me and told me what happened. But the truth is... the shifts here made me remember some things. I remember... going to find my husband; he was a traveler in his trade, and he hadn't been home for so long. So I went to search for him. I wanted to be brave, but in the end, he was - 

[She steadies a breath. Memories are hard. Sometimes she wonders if forgetting would be easier.

But that's the point, isn't it?]

He had made a new family and abandoned mine. I had been so destroyed by it, I let the pain take over, and I lost... almost everything. My memories were nearly all eaten away, because I couldn't handle pushing back against that and the kagedama in my head. I was fortunate enough that my depression didn't take away memory of my home, of my son. I can't even imagine what life would have been like, had I lost those as well. Regardless... I want to be stronger now than I was then. I remember what he did - and...

I'm okay now.

[She clears her throat.]

I think - I'm ready. I can't let this keep taking away from me anymore if I can change it. But I can't let the possible dangers of it scare me away anymore. So... If there's anyone who is able to and willing to, the way to destroy it... [She hasn't forgotten. She's written it down, always reviews it every morning, never forgets.] The creature's in my head, and only light can kill it, so if anyone is capable of going into my head to destroy the thing...

I want to be free of them. I want to remember every face and moment here. I'm tired of losing. 

[Even if potential dangers are present, or if there's complications, it's now or never. Right?]

And - I'm ready to sleep again. I want to remember.

Um - thank you for listening. 

[She offers the screen a bow, before turning it off.]

Ah! It's on—let's see—

[The camera jiggles on the journal a bit as she sets it down. The first thing people'll notice about this picture? She's in a room packed full with stacked things. Kimonos, blankets, quilts, all sorts of things with all sorts of patterns, all neatly piled in square mounds as tall as her. It's quite a sight, but mainly an example of how having entire nights to yourself to weave and sew turn into a hoarder's problem for someone like her.

She's all smiles, of course!]

Um, hello, Luceti! I noticed we had a large group of New Feathers just arriving, and my spare room was getting quite full, so I was wondering if you, um, needed or wanted any kimono or blankets, anything like that! I've had a blast making these... 'quilt' things, but I'm afraid I'm running out of room, so I'll need to clear it out soon.

They'll all be at the Item Shop if you want them, but if you have anything in particular you're looking for, I can see if I have it just for you. Here's one of the blankets I've done... Oh, this one will do nicely—

[See? They're totally adorbs.]

And welcome to Luceti, by the way! I'm Sayo, and it's wonderful to meet you! If you ever need any help, just let me know; I always have time for that sort of thing, so it'd be no problem, I assure you.

[After her entry and replies, she'll be oooffff to work! And then she'll be carrying super-tall piles of things from her apartment to the item shop. Yeah. Wish her luck. She's already winded by the 10th trip. And possibly half-toppling over. SHE DID NOT EXPECT THIS EFFORT.

Just to note, the entry takes place at around 11 am, and the item shop exploring is about 6 in the evening. :|b]

[Long since returned home after her ordeal in the draft and her hospital time, Sayo has been reading. You see, when someone brings up a word, this woman here will learn the damn meaning of that word. And when she cannot find an actual meaning? Well, her determination flounders for but a moment! Aaaah, if only urbandictionary.com existed in Luceti. But even she has her limits, and she's all out of her own personal notes.

Finally with a sigh she drops her Merriam-Webster's Dictionary on the table, and turns to the whole of Luceti via her journal with a pleading sort of aura to the bend of her eyebrows.]


Does anyone know what a shithead is??

[Hey. Hey Luceti. How you doin'? 

Sayo was having a normal morning. For a while. But now, a surprised cry is flying out yo' journals.]

[Voice]

WHAT ARE THESE STRANGE THINGS ON MY BACK—?!

[... Whelp, that's one way to start the day. This is all courtesy of Sayo's bathroom as she stands in front of her mirror, inspecting the wings poking out the back of her kimono.]

O-oh, am I sick? Are these from illness?! AH—!! They flapped! They're moving! What do I do?? Should I do something??

[.... Anyway. Once that's all good and done, and she's relieved, and she remembers they all had wings this whole time, she goes to work cleaning the house, and then of course cooking breakfast, leaving one bowl for her, one to sit alone on the table, and gives the third bowl to a mystery house guest (hint: no one will approve of him being here, oh well). But she's on her way to work—

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS STUFF ON THE GROUND—

okay, okay, so she's having an off-day for remembering things. It happens. She just walks through town staring in awe at all of it, confused as all get-out, trying not to panic. When she finally gets to Seventh Heaven, she can breathe a sigh of relief and hang up her robe and scarf for an apron and a bandanna.

And then she walks into the kitchen to find - oh lord. She's rushing back out into the room full of customers, waving her arms in panic, because LIGHTBULBS IN THE CEILING = DANGER ZONE.]

AH!! Sanji-san, there are balls of fire on the ceiling!!

[There are no words. But when she's finally through with work—and then goes to her job at the tea shop for a few hours, luckily doing fine there—she returns home, sits down on the couch, SIGHS a sigh of shame, and starts to look through a little blue notebook full of notes in a handwriting that, despite the odd day she's had, makes her smile. And then she goes through her own journal, finding... aaaah, the first entry she'd ever made.

A lot of things in the voice replies, she's forgotten. She relearns them carefully.]

( Even MORE [Voice] for y'all!! )

[It was the usual day—forgetting something, needing an ear on the matter, and then calling someone. It was when she would typically call someone like Raine, or Ginko. And when she called the Mushi-shi, it fell through.

...

It fell through?

No, that's not right. That wouldn't happen. She must've just... done something wrong.

But then it continues to not connect. It's not connecting... That meant—No, no, nonono,  no, please. You can't do this. You can't wander away again; it was okay to walk away before, but not now. You can't just leave now, after everything that's happened, after all she's learned and gained—gained from everyone here, and from you.

Her hands grow numb and her body is hot and her head is spinning, and for a moment she loses her legs from under her and nearly pulls the tablecloth down with her. A soft pitter pat of stunned tears hit the journal. No... It's just a mistake. Maybe they took him and shut off his journal. But that wouldn't make sense, would it, Sayo?

—she has to be sure. And upon checking where he would have typically stayed... she's struck silent.

He's gone.

When she makes the announcement, there's a long, horrible pause where she keeps her voice from betraying the overwhelming feeling in her stomach.]

Ginko-san is....

Ginko-san has left Luceti.

[As the journal shuts, a choked sob cuts out in the middle. It won't be long now until Nami's journal admits Sanji's leaving, forcing Sayo to unleash her own strained tears at the thought that two of the most important people in her life now have vanished without a trace. O-or... some sad trace, she thinks feverishly, cradling the blue notebook in her arms.

They're gone.... just like that.]

[It was kind of surprising to find oneself... not in their house. She'd found herself not so little, and not quite where she should be; in fact, she wasn't aware of who's house this even was—though, give her a moment for some memories to return. First and foremost... she kind of outgrew her clothes. By a large margin. So she makeshifts and wraps herself in a sheet before she wanders around/out of House Seven. She'll eventually find herself some normal clothes, and when she does, she makes a breathless sort of entry, just before she'll rest up and journey to work (boy, it's been three weeks 8|).]

[Voice]

I apologize for my absence, but I suppose I was... a little too small for work and the usual...

[...]

I've... never had memories return before. It's an interesting experience... But I suppose—

[a pause, as she plays with her hair, a small smile crossing her lips]

I suppose I can say I have a childhood now, hm? It was short and small and maybe insignificant to most who'd look at it, but it was definitely a childhood.

[and then, after a thoughtful beat, she gasps]





Oh—I left the tea on!

[the sound of footfalls, before the feed ends]

[The sound one first hears is the sound of something heavy hitting the bedroom door. She sits rather calmly in the corner of the shadowy closet though, already understanding of what's happening; not news to her, this mallynapping business. After a few beats of breath, she speaks up with a sort of controlled calmness, like someone slowly ripping a page from a book, leaving little jagged edges.

She'll at least try to sound chipper, though.]

I guess... they're here to take me, like before. I wish they weren't so rude about it...

[A hesitant beat.]

The people who helped me in the restaurant: I hope you don't mind, but could you try to keep everything working over there? If–if you can. I'd appreciate it...

((ooc: leaving this open for tags and a few comments from Sayo, because I don't want to throw up the same mally-post as last time. 3D;;

But yeah, if anyone goes for action instead, the place'll either be empty (and relatively undamaged save for the bedroom door), or you'll get your ass handed to you by the droids outside. VIVA LA DROID RESISTANCE vOv

Wolfwood'll be gone Wed.))