[Hello, Luceti. Are you having a good Monday? Good. Goooood. Then you won't mind the sudden cry of surprise from the journal, will you? There's shuffle and a few huffs from running. This is because Sayo is hiding under a tree, gripping the trunk for dear life.]

The sky!! There's something wrong with the sky!

It's—it's melting!!

[... Yes, you can hear the the rain falling. If you want an action thread, you'll find Sayo clinging in terror to a tree, crouched low with her eyes closed, shaking in her kimono. Because she's never seen anything like this, and it's a little terrifying. She just wanted to speak to the wind spirit, and this happens? Is it another experiment? Is Luceti breaking? She presses her forehead into the bark and squares her shoulders at the sounds. A-ah, it's starting to fall through the trees. Oh gods, oh no!

Way later, she goes to work. Soaked to the bone. Fucking rain. 8'D

More-than-likely, she'll end up doing to the clothes store later, so one may find her there as well, staring blankly at a rack full of sundresses and blouses. Which is a very peculiar experience for a woman from a more feudal Japan. Sayo may not have much in the way of memories, but she does have her idea of appropriate attire intact. And this...]

... This is a little... revealing... I think...

[She picks up a noodle-strap top and furrows her brow; very (unsure) about this, man.]



((ooc: screw timelines, space and time is broken))

[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?

[Action]

[Sayo, meanwhile, has no clue there are experiments going on. After all, why would she? How can you change people without doing anything to them? So she's smiling along her usual route from her apartment into town, toward Seventh Heaven. She'd been finding herself easily adjusting to the work there, not that she was too worried—even with her memory problems, she was capable of her old job without much of a fuss (save for that time she forgot what steam was).

As she hits the item shop for her usual checking out, she gasps and smiles.

Her loom!! Sitting right there, in the front!]

( Derpy singing ahoy! )

[She trails off, unable to stop herself from compulsively touching her cheek in thought as a small blush crosses her cheeks. This... wasn't normal.]

Oh... goodness....

[Voice]

Are there any helping hands out there? I would hate to take up anyone's time, but I have an item at the shop too heavy for my little muscles, I'm afraid; if you're busy, don't mind me, but I can make you something tasty as compensation, if you'd be so kind!

[And after all of this madness, she's finally off to work, early as sin. Let's hope she doesn't break out in song to her customers. B|]