[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.))

[Shuffle.

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snap snap





Sayo had been having a decent weekend, and for a moment, it seemed like it was right back to normal in Luceti. Still had those bouts of 'sleeping' problems, but hey, things were doing well. That is, until she found herself about 1 inch off the ground, barely enough to fit in a palm. Now she's shuffling sideways outside of work, leaving her clothes in a round pile to panic among the people walking by. Oh god oh god everyone's almost stepping on her—she skuttles over to the door to Seventh Heaven and beats her claw on it. Aaaah, that's right, she's early, oh no, oh dear—

THAT GUY ALMOST STEPPED ON HER.

So, Luceti. There's a high-pitch SCREAAAAA— noise as she skuttles haphazardly around people's (your?) feet. And if you listen well enough, you can hear the teeny tiny stunned voice:]

I'VE BEEN TURNED INTO A MONSTER!!

[snap snip]

Someone help me, I can't move well—please don't step on me—ahh!! Please, look down; o-oh, my clothes, my journal, someone!!


[Way way way later:]

[Voice]

Is... anyone else having troubles maneuvering their journals? [>_>]

((ooc: replies from whats_a_crab , time is totally breakable. :|b))

[It's been a while since she was taken in by the Malnosso, and it was shockingly easy for her to just ignore any shred of her memory in those cells and live like normal. She didn't dream—didn't have to worry about waking up in a pale fright at the image of scientists... didn't have to worry because memories would slowly fade away over time.

...In fact, it was finally the 2nd, that her usual routine had completely wiped out all memory of being taken in the first place. So don't be surprised if she never brings it up, or if she's confused when you do.

She continues off to work where she'll probably forget her boss is currently a girl, like she would/will everyday (sorry Sanji) and proceeds to do her job. It's a good day. Cold, but good. And even when she forgets what cola is, she's far beyond even her trademark 'confused hand-to-cheek' maneuver.

She just laughs into her hand.

When she realizes she has to get herself some fresh groceries and finish Kamina's scarf, she makes sure to hurry back home and get that done. She actually makes sure to stop by the store daily and get something, as to continue her pattern. And as she sits with her task finished, she makes a meal in honor of Kaji; the images of her son pass through her mind, all welcomed and loved and soothing.

... A thoughtful pause.

She's in the middle of making a third plate of food....? A third meal?

She feels like she's been doing this a lot, lately.]

...My, I... I must have my head pretty far in the clouds...

[Or, at least, she hopes that's all it is. A while later, after much thinking—despite her personality, she thinks more than most probably should—she picks up her journal and speaks softly:]

...What is your happiest memory?

[Sayo nervously skipped work.

She'd been on her way there, actually, and ended up with a less-than-pleasant run-in with Mithos—guess it was easier to talk to the boy through journals for a reason. With her side aching sharply and her lip bruised up, there was that quieted shame; maybe it was her fault, for trying to reason with him. But why would a boy that age be so cruel? She really couldn't comprehend it, let alone half of what he spoke about. After struggling with herself on whether or not she'd want anyone to know, she finally decides it would be easier to just... forget about it. Forgetting was easy, right? She was good at it, even.

She leaves Sanji a small written note in the journal in the afternoon, with a lack of filter—she's not really too sure how to do it, and she doesn't want to ask Ginko to do it for her, s-so... Well, if it's just written to 'Sanji', anyway, it'd be okay:]

( Written To Sanji )

[But of course, she had to leave the apartment eventually—food was important, and she tended to only take what was needed of her. So as nighttime settles she quietly slips on a scarf and pulls it close to her mouth, shoulders stiff leaving to the grocery shop for some of the things she'd needed replaced... Though she decides, with some fondness, to look at all the toys in the store before getting what she needed.

Er, sort of.

She stands in front of an aisle composed of jars, boxes, bags, everything, for a long time, curious about all of these things, and when she's done with what she needs and returns home, she addresses everyone in a chipper voice:]

[VOICE]

What kind of foods come from your worlds? And which kind are your favorite? I've noticed there are so many—and all because people come from different places, with different back-stories

[It's midnight, but it'll take her a minute to note this. There's a drawn-out yawn, and the grunting of someone doing their usual morning stretch. And in the dark, an outline of a woman appears, in the usual Luceti New Feather garb. She touches her cheek, confused, unable to really see the book in the blue hue of night.]

That was a good rest! Ah—b-but... oh. Oh dear, did I fall asleep doing chores again? That hasn't happened in a long time... [A shiver, as she hugs herself.] It's gotten so dark... and cold, too...

[She huffs in frustration, but the nervousness is rolling off her shoulders in waves]

Kaji? Kaaaji, can you hear me?! ...Ooooh, I can't believe I wandered this far out! I don't even recognize it at all!

...Wait a moment; what am I wearing? These definitely aren't mine—

[And straight to the wings soon after; she pulls on them and immediately regrets it, wincing aloud.]

W-w-what are these strange things!? Th—

AH, they're flapping!!

[With that outburst, she promptly trips backward on her own two feet, landing her bottom right on top of her journal.]