[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??

[Sayo had a scary moment today. She'd opened her journal for review, flipped through the pages, and found herself speaking with someone she didn't recognize—she didn't recognize? She leaned in, scanned their faces, and her heart dropped into her stomach. And soon she found herself flipping to more and more pages, and they were there, and she knew them. She knew them!]

Crona-san...? K-kamina? Ciel?

Who—

[Suddenly, she's reminded of her faceless husband, and she flusters and grows cold all at once.

There were others. So many others. They had less to look for, but she had forgotten them all the same. Where they important to her? Where they friends? How could she have let this happen? How many others... She turns the page and starts a voice entry, trying to mask the growing anxiety bubbling under the surface of a quiet voice.]

[Voice]

U-um, if you–if you know me, can I talk to you? If you know me at all... I'd like to talk to you again...

[No, think of a good excuse for this. She clears her throat a bit, as if to unruffle some metaphorical feathers. Maybe some non-metaphorical ones, too. And then she pulls up a smile.]



Actually... I was wondering about the 'amusement' place. It just appeared, didn't it? I'm not sure what it is, but people seem like they're really interested in it. What does it do? Perhaps... a food place? Something for games? Have any of you gone yet?

[After that, it's time for venturing to work, and then to the tea shop! She was considering working it for a few hours after Seventh Heaven. It was at least good memories... Few, yes, but they were with Kaji, in their home. That was what mattered to her. It made her happy. Content, even with the usual problems in her day.]

[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.))

( In Which Sayo's Not Been Doing As Well )

She's been going for late night walks at 12, 1, 2 in the morning, on the bridge near her housing. This particular night, she finds herself watching the stars a little earlier than she usual has been--is it really only 8?--and recalls her conversation with Ginko, the night she'd learned of her husband. And before she knew it, she was leaned over the railing, hands clasped tightly, crying her eyes out.

It's so difficult.

Why won't I forget what I want to forget?

.  .  .

The next morning, on her way to work, she she hears a little shuffling noise behind her—followed by quiet chirps. When she turns to look at them, she finds four baby... quails? They were quails, but she didn't know what they were at all. All she did know was that they were babies.]

...Oh, dear...

[She walks clear across the village with them trailing her, and finally she stops... and despite her worry for where the heck their mother is, an appreciative smile breaks across her face. A little while later, she breaks the depressed routine of sitting and hoping for something good to happen, she asks a question to the public:]

[Voice]

...What sort of creatures do you have in your world?

In mine, we have little creatures that not everyone can see with their eye... They're called mushi, and they cover the forests from top to bottom. I've heard they have many roles and different ways of living... but I've admittedly never been able to see them. I wish I could, though... I think such types of life would be amazing to see.