it's not as easy as willing it all to be right

[ACTION] BACKDATED TO THE LATTER HALF OF JULY 28TH obviously I win forever

xelhes — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 01:38:39 GMT

[The backyard of House 34 is perhaps one of the calmer and more beautiful holographic worlds in the rather chaotic mid-event Luceti. The rivers and cliffs of Fallingwater provide a wide view of the forest and town below as the water tumbles into graceful aqueducts that sweep across the lowest portions. Only a handful of eggbears and peepit chicks might ruin the atmosphere, but they are much too weak to give trouble to even to a first-level adventurer.

And even those who cannot defend themselves may not find themselves in danger. A bird stands on the edge of the river, about half as tall as a human, with a feather nearly as long as his tall neck on its head and a tail about as long as his height. Rather than being aggressive to any visitors, he attacks the holograms when they come near and quickly dispatches them, before returning to the river's edge. He's not a hologram, but the pet of the girl he is watching. ~~So try not to kill him.~~

Said girl is sitting in the river, knees drawn up to her chest, her head down. She isn't moving or making a sound. She isn't really thinking about much, either. She doesn't really want to.]

[NOTE (Legendia Main Quest spoilers, I suppose): So, the thread hasn't finished ~~due to my standard tagging rate~~, but it seems that Norma is going to have spilled the beans that Fenimore is going to be fatally wounded about a second or two after she gets back from Luceti. So she's not exactly taking it well. As such, she will be extremely moody and a bit short-tempered. And she might decide to refuse to talk to people for really irrational reasons. I mean, understandably. But this is to warn people that Fenimore may get angry or just clam up entirely for reasons that are not the fault of the taggers. So, yeah. Apologies in advance. ~~I keep having to do this for Fenimore.~~ She'll be at least acting like she's okay in a couple of days (by which I mean she was already doing so several days ago), though.]

[ action / voice ] backdated to Tuesday because I was too tired to post it then

xelhes — Wed, 04 May 2011 15:17:43 GMT

[ So, Fenimore had spent the last event as a little girl. That had been fine at the time, but, now that the event was over, it had its own issues.

One of them was clothes. Another was pretty much everything else she owned.

Some of her belongings had stayed in the house -- Stella had rescued and retained some outfits, for example -- but, as they lay unclaimed during the event, many eventually disappeared (Shuri and the trash can are particularly suspect in this matter). She had made a brief effort to find particularly important effects, like the locket Shirley had given her -- that disappearance had sent her into a panic until she found it again. But, for the most part, she was too busy sulking to go out into the general social sphere.

Until, well, she woke up one morning to realize that she was down to one clean outfit. One...embarrassing outfit from when she had spent an experiment trying to be a magical girl. (Top and right, respectively, but with added stockings and arm warmers. After all, it was winter at that time.)

Unable to avoid the chore any longer, she can be found in or on her way to either the clothing or item shops, attempting to pretend that there's nothing wrong with this outfit.

She can also be found partway there under a tree, in the same outfit, seemingly attempting to reason with a strange bird sitting on a high branch. It seems that, sometime between her kidnapping and her return after the event, the peepit chick she got for Christmas escaped and has been living the wild life. ] Look, I said I was sorry. Now would you -- ?

[ The bird squawks and turns its back on her. Fenimore huffs as though she suspects the bird to be intelligent enough to understand an apology and reject it, opening her journal, transmitting a request as Voice. ]

Does anyone here speak bird? [Her intended request was for someone who was good at catching birds, but, annoyed, it came out as a more sarcastic one.]

[ Action, earlier in the day ]

xelhes — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 01:55:35 GMT

[At the end of the school day, Fenimore attempts to leave as soon as she can. She's already made plans for today with Stella, her unofficial mentor in ~~being a Ferines~~ having her particular gifts from Sona. But she has some time before she actually meets up -- she just wants to have an excuse to get out of the building as soon as she can. Anyone following her would find that she's not exactly speeding along.

She really doesn't make it very far at all before she stops on her route. In the shift earlier in the week, she misplaced a lot of stuff, and that included her chalk. Being a reasonable fan of hopscotch, this was a mild setback for her. Presently, though, an idea for a temporary solution popped into her mind and, taking a couple of minutes to scour the plaza-side trees for a dead branch that a seven-year-old could reasonably wield, she checks if she can scratch a hopscotch field into the dirt. It turns out crude, but sufficient for her purposes. Admiring her handiwork, she can't help but ditch her bag and branch to one side in order to test it out. With a stone to mark her progress, she begins. She's pretty good at it, though certainly nothing extraordinary for her age.

This diversion only lasts for so long, but she doesn't even make it all the way back to her house in the south of the village before stopping again, even though she doesn't even have to cross the river to get there. This time, the branch that she dragged behind her has outlived its usefulness as a long stick. Instead, she breaks off a couple of shorter pieces to brandish. She can be found on the side of the road, bag discarded yet again, as she battles with imaginary enemies. Listening to her disjointed, one-sided conversations with the invisible foes, one might be able to surmise that she is no longer Fenimore Thunderaxe the student, but Fenimore Thunderaxe, brave warrior. (Why would she ever change her name for the sake of fantasy? Her family has the coolest last name ever, for serious. Even if it is pretty weird how every branch of the family has a different last name!) Having parents who are willing to show her how to defend herself, she's a bit more graceful than your standard kid with a big imagination, but that only goes so far when she's pretending to do things that are way cooler than what she can do right now.

Still, that can only last so long before she finally makes her way to her home in house 56, which she stops by briefly to drop off her school stuff, repack, and let her family know that she's off to her lesson with Stella.

She's still a bit earlier than they agreed to meet, though, which leaves her time on the river shore by the southernmost bridge. There's a little wading and poking around in the water to check out some of the stuff that Ginko showed her the other day (ongoing), but most of it involves throwing stones into the water. If she were more skilled, this would be considered "skipping stones," but, under the circumstances, it is more "plopping stones a little ways away from the bank."

She doesn't have a watch, though, so her sense of timing means that she's arriving at Stella's house (number 34) about ten or so minutes late for her lesson. Whoops!

When she returns from her lesson, she's used up pretty much all of her extra energy, so she'll be sticking to inside when Stella takes her home. It's not bedtime yet (even though that is probably something she considers criminally early compared to the rest of her family despite her tendency to fall asleep around then anyway) and she isn't ready for it, either, but she doesn't have the energy to use running around outside.

Welcome to a day in the life of an AU kid.]

[OOC: I am working on an AU information post. It is currently pretty empty other than my list of her relatives (massive due to being a descendant of Brook). It doubles as a place to contact about AU CR planning, if you want to sound it out (apologies for not having gotten that ready ahead of time!). But I am also totally up for winging it and making up headcanon as we go along -- go wild! I love headcanon. I'll just contact you if any of it doesn't fit in or if I don't quite get what you're saying in the action tags.

Also, this post is massively long to provide a range of possibilities for interaction. But it is not an exhaustive one! She can be met before the post -- mostly this is taken up by school and making her way to school. She can be delayed at school -- she just wants to get away quickly. She can be found in between these highlighted moments -- just about anywhere south of the plaza and east of the river, as well as that little bit at the end going between houses 56 and 34. Or anything I might have forgotten! I really don't expect enough replies to use all of these opportunities, but I also don't want to limit people. In fact, anyone who is a particular glutton for tiny AU Fen can reply to multiple scenarios. ...Though it might be a little too much of a coincidence to meet her at every point. By that point, you might get labelled as stalking little girls and that's not a good reputation to get.

Oh yeah: replies from bittyblessing]

[ action / voice ]

xelhes — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 23:05:27 GMT

[Other than having the rather entertaining memory of a love-letter mix-up between a couple of her friends associated with it (that had been fun), Valentine's Day doesn't mean anything in particular to Fenimore. So, not having any reason not to do it today, she heads out to investigate around the trees that encroach on the village boarders. She seems to be examining them pretty closely -- at one time, tugging at low-lying branches; at another, squatting at its base; and once actually climbing one.

While one could just ask her what the heck she's up to, a journal entry made when she heads back home gives a pretty good hint as to what she's looking for:]

Does anyone know where I could get firewood? As in regularly? I mean, other than by cutting down trees. That sounds like it's...not really a good idea here. [She's still pretty intimidated by Moro.]

[~~As usual, first journal comment claimed; action is open for probably pre-evented.~~ Totes open now that she's been Always-In-Loved -- action probably pre-, journal post-.]

[ voice/action ] please not now

xelhes — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 05:22:52 GMT

[It takes Fenimore some time to reach for her journal after they find Shirley missing. But, eventually, she drags herself over and opens it. It's no small matter for Shirley to have made friends in Luceti -- the girl had spent her first fifteen years friendless. She can't just leave that alone. But, even once she opens it, there's silence for a full minute. When she sighs and begins speaking, her voice is calm, though this is by willpower alone.]

For anyone who cares -- [While it's intended as a general "to who it may concern," the slightly bitter edge that creeps in at the end sounds accusatory. She knows it isn't fair and regrets the unintentional addition, but she has belligerence against the world to spare today. When she continues, her tone is flat again.] ...Shirley has gone...home....

[She trails off. The voice doesn't sound like her own. In fact, the entire entry sounds -- and, by the camera, looks -- as though it were made by someone else. Except for the tone, it sounds as though.... She slowly reaches up to touch a braid hanging from the side of her head.

Shirley's voice continues, quiet and strained:] Oh, that isn't fair.... [Using Shirley's hands, she closes her journal and cuts off the feed.

She doesn't want to meet any of the others like this. Not now. Even though she knows that Stella is out of the house, chances of running into her accidentally seem small enough to risk it. In any case, getting away from the house seems pretty attractive right now. She doesn't have to change, thankfully -- they're close enough in size that her clothes just feel a little loose in places. Though of course, on her way out, she does have to stop to grab some things for the cold weather.

Her intent was to avoid people entirely, but she stops at the river next to house 34, by the bridge. That's where she had found Shirley after Senel had left. Shirley had acted strong, no matter how much it had bothered her. "Acting"...but, if she thought about it, being able to act that strong was strong in itself.

She can be found sitting with her arms around her knees on the bank, north from the bridge and away from the pathway -- this time, it's far too cold to even wade, whether or not ice impedes that. She hopes that she's out of sight, and it might have been hard to accidentally catch sight of her were she not wearing a hat that stood out against the snow.

It's still a stupid hat. It doesn't even keep her ears warm.]

[Backdated to during the day! Comments will be answered by blessingone. Journal comments will be answered with an in-Luceti-time delay and, if she doesn't have anything to say, might not be answered at all (apologies if you get hit with the last one). Action ones she doesn't really have a choice on -- she might be a little unfriendly, but she's not upset enough to cut someone off completely.]

backdated to earlier in the day

xelhes — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 04:45:03 GMT

[Action]

[Fenimore has been pretty lucky the past couple of weeks. Despite all of the effects flying around the village, she's stayed entirely normal for the entire experiment. But, on the home stretch, her luck runs out.

On her way back from groceries, she suddenly wobbles and falls over in the village square. She starts to get back up and gather the bags she dropped, looking exactly the same as she always does, but suddenly she freezes. Slowly, she looks down at herself.] Ahh!

[Evidently from her voice and expression, she's surprised about something. Ignoring the groceries, she runs towards the nearest shop window, though it's not exactly the most graceful run ever. She wobbles as if she were drunk and even falls over a second time on the way.

Upon reaching the shop window, she looks at her reflection, apparantly stunned by what she sees, though she looks exactly the same as she always does. The expression changes to one of mild horror as she reaches up and pulls at her face.]

I'm a girl?

["She" buries "her" face in "her" hands, mumbling.] This isn't nearly as funny as when it happened to Sokka. ...Although.... ["She" peeks out from behind her hands.] It looks like I make a pretty cute girl. Hmm. [Sounding a little more optimistic, "she" actually starts to pose for "her" reflection. It seems "she" is forgetting that "she" is in public, though at least all of "her" posturing is pretty innocent.] Not bad. I guess I can live with it for a little while.

...But what's with these things? ["She" gazes at the two protruding "these things" in "her" reflection. Following "her" gaze, "her" hands move to grab them.]

What's up with this hairstyle? ["She" tugs on the two pigtails.] I'd think a female me would have a better sense of style than that. ["She" continues to study "her" reflection with an expression of concentration, not really paying attention to anyone else who might be in the square.]

[Voice]

[Later, a voiced entry pops up from a completely normal-sounding Fenimore. The experiment effect is not obvious.]

How long are these things supposed to last? It's already been a couple of weeks--I don't remember anything going on this long before. How am I supposed to walk anywhere like this?

[OOC: So Fenimore here is under two events at once. The first is an AU event, wherein everyone from her world is the opposite genders, including herself. The second effect is genderswap. So, in summary, "she" looks exactly the same as usual, but all "her" memories are of having been a boy all of her life. "She" may take some convincing that "she" hasn't changed, though.]

TEN. [Action]

xelhes — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 17:36:15 GMT

[In the morning, Fenimore may be found sitting on a bench in the plaza. No, she's not sleeping on it this time. She's just sitting, with a picnic basket by her feet. She had thought she'd gotten everything ready for a picnic in advance, but she only realized that she had forgotten something in the morning. They needed something to drink out of, and she didn't think the glasses in their house would really work so well for a picnic. So she had gone on ahead and told Shirley to meet up with her at the plaza.

Her hairstyle is different today, as it has been often through this week--the one obvious sign of her AU status when she's not with her girlfriend. Today, she's curled it, but, in light of the heat wave that has already made the morning warmer than the usual morning, she's pinned her hair up in a pile on the back of her head, though a few curls have escaped by now. Her dress, white with blue patterns on the ends, is long-sleeved but light, ending just past her knees. The space between the end of the dress and her rather fancy sandals have been taken up by tall blue stockings.

A bit more unusual, though, is seeing her wearing make-up, even if it's fairly light make-up. Her lips have been covered with ~~cherry chapstick~~ a light pink shade and her cheeks have a hint of a similar shade from blush. The eyeshadow is clearly not pink, but it is there, and she even put some effort into her eyelashes. In short, it mightn't be too big of a jump to conclude she's prepared for a date, which would be correct. A picnic by the lake, a part of an afternoon spent hat "shopping"...a full day of assorted activities to end with stargazing at the finally normal night's sky.

...Too bad that the planned end time is sometime after midnight.

But for now, unaware of the approaching end to her "eight months, eleven days" of relationship, she's just looking forward to the events of the day.]

[Action/Accidental Voice] backdated to afternoon on Thursday, August 12

xelhes — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 23:10:21 GMT

[The day the sky exploded, Fenimore had had the bad fortune of being outside. At first, she had been glad that no one was around to witness her rather extreme surprised reaction to this unexpected event. Her gratitude hadn't lasted for long, though, when she had found herself menaced by a large fuzzy...thing.

Actually, it really hadn't seemed all that menacing at first, even if it was nearly as tall as her and notably wider. However, upon seeing her, it had charged forward to attack and had to be beaten off with the only thing close at hand: her journal. She had managed to get away, but it had persistantly followed her until she threw the journal at its...everything, since it's pretty hard to distinguish its head. This had worked at least in that the furfur became more interested in the journal than in her for a while, but then she had realized she wouldn't be able to call anyone for help with the thing while she didn't have her journal.

She had been on the verge of beating it into retreat with a fallen branch when a shadow passed over them. They had looked up to see a dragon flying overhead. It was then she had realized that this

Both had lost interest in the journal then. In the commotion to follow, especially the first day she spent running from protector to protector, there hadn't been enough motivation for Fenimore to return to the open area where her journal had fallen. But there had been enough for the furfur.]

[After a few days of ~~radio~~ journal silence from Fenimore, the journal suddenly clicks on. From the rough, rustling transition to a viewpoint on the ground, it's reasonable to surmise that it clicked on when it was dropped. The strange angle might make it hard to see what's going on, but Fenimore can be seen struggling against a large furfur.

However, rather than attacking her, it seems to be trying to...snuggle against her? This attempt is rather hindered by Fenimore trying to shove the thing away. It seems, like it or not, Fenimore has gained a summon follower.

The journal picks up her voice.] --appreciate you returning my journal, but you can go away now. I mean it. Stop that! Get off me!

[With a particularly strong shove, she manages to temporarily get some space between herself and the furfur and forecloses it coming closer again by putting her foot in its face. It's not likely to last long, balancing on one foot being a less stable position, but it gives her a bit of breathing space.] There! Now, quit it! You're really starting to annoy me.

[Later, she will be attacked by a shiny Magikarp and washed downstream to have to get rescued by Adell. But for now, she's staying at her position by the river near the barracks. Her original intent was to see if she could get some fishing done to replenish food stores before any monsters came by and she had to retreat to the barracks again, but this contemplation has rather been slowed by the approach of the journal-bearing furfur.]

EIGHT. [Action]

xelhes — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 16:39:40 GMT

[Ah, how tragic! Fenimore has been cast from her home by her closest friend, banished to wander through Luceti alone! Oh woe! Oh, the injustice!

...Oh, it's her birthday. And that friend is making preparations to celebrate it. So Fenimore took the gentle hinting to leave the house for a while with a knowing grin and left cheerfully enough.

Afternoon finds her engaged in the rather difficult practice of trying to skip stones on a moving river in the forest, just out of sight of the northernmost houses. At first, she's putting in a good effort, sorting through stones along the back and attempting~~/failing~~ to match her old personal records when she would skip stones on calmer surfaces. But, as time wears on, she slowly loses her enthusiasm, seemingly preoccupied. Eventually, her stones, chosen almost at random, end up sinking with a rather pathetic plop on the first throw as she tosses them in lackluster movements.

Well, whatever's on her mind, she's starting to get distracted from it as she notices the way the fish keep looking at her about half the time a stone splashes into the river. She's particularly weirded out by the warbling that usually accompanies it, the sound muffled enough to be almost at the edge of hearing. It might sound a little like how a trumpet might sound were it played underwater.

She tosses a stone experimentally.

Plop. bwuUh bWAa bwAaAaaAAaaaAaAAaauglub.

...This place is weird.]

SEVEN. [Action]

xelhes — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 00:52:05 GMT

[Fenimore's spent much of the morning walking the road between the shops and house 34, ferrying large bottles that she's filled with every bead she can get her hands on. She's walking quickly, or as quickly as her fairly short legs will allow, and her expression is purposeful. Before it starts raining, she can be found struggling to transport a large standing loom, largely by shoving and, twice after the rainfall started, she could be found with a beach umbrella in each hand, wobbling slightly due to the unbalanced configuration.

Afternoon will find her on the side of the road near the bridge under the four beach umbrellas she had set up in a square that morning. The standing loom is facing the water and, every now and then, she looks past it to examine the colours of the water. A beaded tapestry of a landscape is taking form through the afternoon and likely much of the evening.

But Fenimore is not particularly artistic, however inspired to attempt this much larger beading project than she’s ever tried, so the proportions of the landscape are a bit off. It might be particularly hard to tell that the grass furthest in the foreground is on a hill leading down to the greatly curved beach, but both components should at least be recognizable from the colours: green of largely the same shade for the grass and an alternating pattern of two sandy colours on the beach. To the left, a darker swath of green may be recognizable as a forest, but the angle chosen doesn't permit one to see if any trees are on the right.

It's easy to see, once she reaches that high in the weaving, that most of the attention has been lavished on the ocean. A wide array of shades of blue have been used, suggesting deeper portions and the occasional wave. It may not be skilfully done, but it was certainly carefully done. By the time she reaches near the top of the tapestry, it becomes clear that the sky is also blue, of a much brighter shade than the ocean, with only a couple of clouds.

Feel free to catch her at any point of time during the day. ~~Note: tagging will be slow the rare times I can go online tomorrow, but I wanted to take advantage of the player plot.~~]

SIX. [Accidental Voice/Action]

xelhes — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 04:06:18 GMT

[The post begins with a soft, scarcely audible thump: the falling journal's trip from atop a table was cushioned by landing on something soft. It was still jarring enough to flip it open and begin recording, though. The light is just dim enough that one could probably tell that there is a candle atop the table that Fenimore is trying to steady after she knocked the journal off.

But it's certainly bright enough to see quite clearly that the extended arm is entirely bare. If one pays attention to the edges of the vision the journal offers and the bits of cloth sticking out there, one will note that what provided the soft landing was Fenimore's clothing. But probably the bathtub is the more immediate clue as to what is going on.

Fenimore is as of yet unaware of the sudden potential audience, as she's facing the opposite direction. Luck is somewhat on her side, though, as the journal only picks up her right arm, her right shoulder, and her hair due to the angle, all three quite wet. The latter of the list is undone from its normal style, and the former has a burn near her shoulder--given her complaints about the stove, it seems safe to assume she burned it trying to bend the stove to her will. In any case, it's already well on its way to being healed. Mostly, the journal is picking up the house's bathroom and the occasional bubble that drifts out of the tub. Someone has introduced Fenimore to the concept of bubble baths. Not naming any names, but it was Buffy.

Now that the candle is not in danger of toppling, Fenimore grabs the original target to her reaching before she had bumped the table. She draws her arm back so that it partially rests on the edge of the tub, elbow hanging over the side. As she turns towards it, just a little bit of her face pokes out beyond the hair. She found the object earlier amongst various bath supplies when she went poking around for the bubble bath.

She sighs.]

I wonder what you're supposed to be for?

[Squeak, replies the rubber duck as she gives it an experimental squeeze.]

FIVE.

xelhes — Tue, 25 May 2010 15:22:13 GMT

[Action]

[Ever since Shirley disappeared to another dimension, Fenimore hasn't been getting much sleep. The previous night hasn't been an exception, as she spends most of it tossing in her bed. Eventually, in the wee hours of the morning before it's even light out--possibly even just a few minutes before everyone returns from the Closed Space and she could stop worrying--she gives up.

Throwing on some clothes, she leaves the house to start wandering the village, keeping to the roads. She's not entirely sure what she expects to accomplish by doing so. She's come to the conclusion that Shirley has probably been mallynapped and the only other possibility she can think of is that Shirley was kidnapped by a villager. In either case, she isn't going to be able to help her any by walking through the streets in the dark, but she has spent the storm day yesterday cooped up in the house surrounded by people who were fretting just as much as she was, in their varied ways. She didn't want to spend any more time sitting in the kitchen, wondering what Shirley would be doing if she were still there.

Early dawn finds on a bench in the village centre. It seems four nights of little, restless sleep had caught up to her. She's asleep, with her head resting on her open journal, her legs curling slightly, and her arms crossing across her chest. Too tired to notice the light that filters through the clouds today, she'll be asleep either until mid-morning or until someone interrupts her.]

[Accidental "Voice"]

[It seems that before she fell asleep, she was debating asking whether such a silent mallynap as this one was normal--the only ones she had encountered were either the loud ones that made it over the journal or one that had involved a smashed window. So, with the journal half-ready for an intentional post, it doesn't take much for it to accidentally turn on in her sleep as they are wont to do.

This results in an extreme close-up of Fenimore's face and, due to the proximity, a fairly loud rendition of the normal slow breathing of someone who is fast asleep. At least she's not snoring.

The page also looks like it's getting wet, though the actual moisture is not transmitted any more than the actual ink in an ink spill would be in more standard written transmissions. Since it's not raining today, that water must be coming from Fenimore. Perhaps...tears?

...But a closer examination of its source will easily determine that it's just a little drool as she breathes open-mouthed on her journal-pillow. Her eyes are dry and there's no sign that she's upset at all as she drifts in peaceful unconsciousness.

~~To anyone who wakes her up, I apologise in advance. Fretting over her best friend + four nights of restless sleep = a very rude and cranky Fenimore. ...Correction: a ruder and crankier Fenimore.~~]

[action]

xelhes — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 05:14:25 GMT

[Fenimore hasn't been paying attention to the talk of Valentine's day. Not knowing the details, it seemed like that "Christmas" thing that people had suddenly all been talking about not long after she arrived. She might have been a little more interested if she had bothered to find out the details of this one, but it automatically checked the "does not apply" box in her brain.

So she really wasn't expecting anything as she started to leave for a short walk. She had just grabbed her coat when she noticed something lying just inside the door, as if it had been slipped underneath. It seemed to be a letter.

Hanging her coat back up, she scooped up the letter and read the front. "To my beloved."

Obviously this meant she immediately turned it over and opened it up.]

... "My darling.

Ever since my eyes were opened to your strong, loving gaze, I have tried to--"

What the?

THREE.

xelhes — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 04:35:24 GMT

[Night. That secret time known only villains and those who fight them for the sake of justice. And internet addicts. High above the sleeping village, a new heroine waits, ever vigilant. Soon, the first tendrils of darkness deeper than night will wrap around the unsuspecting citizens. Metaphorically. Probably. Anyway, she would be ready.

Except that Fenimore goes to bed too early for it to be a particularly "secret" hour. This secret hour is more "immediately after sunset." She is above the village, though, sort of, in that she is on the grocery store's roof, with a ladder (probably stolen from Walter) propped up against one side. Well, she's above the village that lives on the first floor of their buildings.

She's dressed in a coat ~~based on that picture largely because it will never stop being adorable, ahem I mean~~, but sticking out underneath from the knees down are solid white stockings rather than the long dresses she normally wears. She's also holding a strange rod, though at the moment it's thrust under and arm as she rubs herself. This outfit is cold, even with a coat over top.

Nevertheless, be prepared, evildoers. Terrorize the village on her watch, and she will swing into action! ...Really, misdemeanors would be fine, too. It's really boring up here. She must have been up here for hours. Or twenty minutes, if you trust things like clocks rather than a bored girl's sense of time.]

[Note: replies will be slow to this, as I've gotten busier than I expected but don't want to miss making a post for the event. I'll get to them as best I can, but expect backdating.]

TWO AND TWO THIRDS. 4th Wall Event

xelhes — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 02:48:09 GMT

[There are stains showing up on the journal. And they're red. Is--is that blood?!

...No, it seems to be strawberry jam. It looks like, sometime after this thread, Fenimore ran out of patience, nicked a couple of not-quite-ready strawberry tarts while Shirley was busy with the next set, and fled.

She settled down in a room in house 34 that hasn't been claimed as a bedroom ~~because her room doesn't have a window and thus would make it particularly awkward if anyone tried to action-post her~~. However, as she was eating the first of the strawberry tarts, she took a look through her journal. And there did seem to be more people outside their out-of-the-way house than usual....]

[VOICE]

Waf'f guh-un ob? Ai if eh-ee-un 'awk-ib fo ush ob fa urn-uhls?

[Translation to the non-tart-eating populace: "What's going on? Why is everyone talking so much on the journals?"]

TWO.

xelhes — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 02:17:36 GMT

[Written/Accidental Voice]

[Fenimore is still not very adept with the journal system, so she spent about ten minutes trying to turn on the voice feature before eventually giving up. Unbenownst to her, though, she actually did turn it on, so the following is a mixture of voice (normal text) and written (italics).]

[sigh] This isn't working. Shirley will know. I'll ask her later. Now where did I...?

[A few moments later, printed words appear. They look pretty unpracticed, being both slow and somewhat messy. Strikes are basically scribbled out, but since she didn't put much effort in people can probably read them with a little effort.] ~~Is there someone named~~ ~~Can I talk to~~ Charlotte, I have something for you.

...Did that work? Hmm. ...Oh, yeah.

~~I also have~~ If someone lost a ~~hat~~ [There is a pause, with a couple of inkdrops falling on the page.]

[After a moment, she picks up Seles's hat and turns it around in her hands.] What should I call it? I can't say it looks like a pancake....

brown, ~~ridic~~ round hat, I ~~have~~ found it.

...Good enough.

ONE. may have interesting subject lines eventually

xelhes — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:26:20 GMT

[~~Accidental~~ Action]

[Anyone around the outskirts of Luceti's village today might notice a girl wandering around, avoiding high traffic areas. There are three reasons that they might notice her.

1. Her expression is guarded, but she can't keep out some hints of being very afraid.

2. Half the time she is walking shoulders hunched inward, with nervous steps while she keeps looking out for people seeing her--that is, a walk that is trying so hard to be unnoticed that everyone notices. The other half of the time, she's trying to sneak between trees and behind buildings with such stealth as to be even more obvious than the walk--Solid Snake, she is not.

3. ...She looks a little ridiculous. The outer layer is a dress something like this, only hiked up to not trip her up as she's about five inches shorter than the intended wearer. But she's also wearing a coat over it and a second dress underneath due to the cold, and it's fairly obvious she is since the collars are designed differently. Speaking of that, it's hanging rather loosely on her there, since it was made for someone who is anime!racked. She's kept decent by the fact that she's still wearing the New Feather dress underneath those, which covers up the rest of her to her neck. Also, unlike in the icon, her hair is tucked up inside of an unusual hat. She's probably even in bad footwear for the weather, but it's impossible to tell since the dresses are trailing in the snow. EDIT: ...Also, she probably has hidden her wings under some scarf.

She's trying to not attract attention, but this is not obvious.

...Oh yeah, forgot. She has her journal with her, but she hasn't opened it and she's holding it so that her name is hidden by her body.]

[ooc: Also, because I imagine that any of them would be inclined to get her out of this somewhat odd get-up and she's not likely to trust anyone else, any Ferines threads probably take place after any others.

...This entry is getting the crap editted out of it tonight, but THANK YOU SO MUCH PERSON WHO GAVE ME PAID TIME. I was going to buy some when I had gotten more icons, but I am very grateful to get it as a gift. ♥♥ ...Even if I'm using about two icons so far this post.]

[reference] Threads from Dressing Rooms, etc.

xelhes — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 01:42:51 GMT

Dressing Rooms, etc.

Zelores

May

Arrival in Zelores. [Harriet]

June

Directions fail and the first of the winged ~~vagabonds~~ people. [Yuri (Luceti)]
Finally believes in the stuff Harriet told her. [Aster]
Does no one read normal books? [Seles (OMG Symphonia)]
First Ferines! ...Who is not a Ferines. [Shirley (gym leader)]

July

World-cutting swords and other oddities. [Mithos]
The littlest mercolette comes ashore. [Colette (Little Mermaid)]
The laundry arrives. [Csaba]

August

Foooooooooooooooooooooood. [Simon]
Hats are silly. [Shirley [Luceti)]
I nearly forgot about this one. [Colet]

September

She actually talked to someone a second time! [Yuri (Luceti)]
Brief encounter with a very injured Lloyd. [Lloyd (OMG Symphonia)]

October

Bakeries and jam tarts. [Simon]

Failwhale

dear_mun

November

Outfits and events. Also teasing. [Walter]