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[As far as she's concerened, life has not been great for Pilouette as of late. She failed to meet anyone to invite to her and Precis' slumber party. She hadn't worked up the courage to dance with any cute guys at the masquerade nor did she introduce herself to any of the New Feathers. These things probably aren't even that hard to do and she still couldn't do any of them. And during the most recent experiment, she found herself being rude and aggressive to people she didn't even know. She even threatened to beat up a few people, not that she could have actually done it.
She's thoroughly disappointed with herself and she imagines that if her grandparents had any idea she had acted that way, they'd be ashamed. She couldn't even completely blame the Malnosso this time. Sure, they'd taken away her memory but she's the one who decided that it was okay to trust a flash card. She's so embarrassed that she's spent the last few days after the experiment mostly cooped up in her apartment.
When Pilouette finally does decide that she needs to actually go outside, she's surprised. That morning she checks her calendar and realizes that it's already October. She had been 17 for nearly a month and hadn't even remembered.
Who even does that?
When she arrived in Luceti, she had only been 16 for a few months. And now she's a whole year older. Though she's never had a party or a big celebration for her birthday, there were always little things she could count on happening. Phone calls from her dad and her grandparents. A slice of cake from the bakery of family friends, usually with a little note. Her best friend inviting her to see a movie or go shopping after school instead of just going home.
And, while she tries to present herself to most people as a mature person who can deal with anything...
The absence of these things makes her a little homesick and combined with everything else, she's not exactly in the best mood.]
[So, after a change of clothes (she IS still pretty embarrassed and even if its not exactly a great disguise, maybe it will help) Pils is in her usual thinking spot sitting against the back wall of the school, fiddling with her cellphone. She has never felt more lucky about finding it than she does right now. She's looking at photos of family and friends, trying to curb her homesicknes, but as she reminisces, a thought plants itself into her mind. Though she's well aware of the difference between time at home and time in Luceti, it never quite stops bugging her. And thus, she turns to the journal, if only to try and get her mind off things.]
If you get older while you're here, you go back to being the same age when you get home, right? But what if it kept happening? Like you come here, stay for a year, go home, then come right back? Like, over and over. You'd be the same age for a super long time, right?
Wouldn't that be like, totally weird?
...And, um, to anyone I ran into over the weekend...Um, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I, um, wasn't myself, I guess? You know? Sorry.
...S...Sorry!
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[For a while, she'll be behind the school, looking through the various photos on her cellphone, but eventually she remembers something she's been meaning to do. She had been thinking perhaps that she should get furniture of some sort after the experiment that took place a few months prior. Not because she especially wants it, but being trapped in a corner on a blanket while your floor has become a pool of lava isn't really the most fun experience and she would like to avoid it, just in case it happens again. So, one may run into her as she carries various bits of furniture to her apartment.
However...being nonathletic and generally not very strong, whatever she's taking has to be pretty light. So she'll be carrying folding chairs or a small plastic table and similar things.]
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I'm being serious here! Don't you think it would be weird to not get any older for such a long time?!
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Time science is so weird...!
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I guess you're right, though. It's not like you'd be doing everything all over. Now that I think about it, there's not a lot of stuff around here that really depends on age. I mean, even in the school there are people of all different ages...Really, I guess if that happened I could just ignore having gotten older here at all if it wasn't too much.
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But sure, best not to think about it if you don't need to.
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And it's not like I want to think about stuff like this. It just starts to bug me after a while. But I guess if I thought about all the weird stuff about this place, I'd be thinking about stuff all the time!
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"We can't have that happening."
"No, I don't think you're in danger of that."
"Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, after all."
...Okay, okay, under control. Just say something, anything.']
... Yeah.
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You totally get it! Like, sometimes, I just don't feel like thinking about stuff. I just wanna like, lay around and relax without having to worry about anything too much, you know? And...Well, that's kind of hard to do around here, you know?
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True, but I manage it anyway most of the time.
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So, like, you're so calm that you're famous for it?! Wow...!
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So only a few people call you that? Now that I think about it, I kind of get the Stone Cold part but what's with the Hawk thing? Do you really like birds or what?
[She's serious.]
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...What do you need a secret identity for? What kinda shifty stuff are you up to, huh?
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[At that moment, she remembers where she is and who is there. A guy who fights ghosts. A girl who invented robots. A boy with a tail who SET HER LAVA FLOOR ON FIRE.]
W...Well.
Maybe it's not that shifty.
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Maybe you'd better just forget I said anything... Don't worry about it.