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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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[The mention of drafts gets Pils thinking a little. The possibility of being drafted had loomed over her head for quite a while especially after a conversation she had shortly after arriving in Luceti. "Putting little girls on battlefields is hardly below them!" Definitely not a comforting thing to hear.
The idea of being sent into combat is still pretty terrifying to her for obvious reasons, but if there was something at all she could do...just in case...]
Yeah! I could stay in the back and help the doctors patch people up instead of ...doing whatever else I would have ended up doing on a draft.
And there are a lot of doctors...Between that and school starting up soon, it'll be a lot to do, but...yeah! I think I'll do it! I'll probably ask over the journals or something next time I get the chance!
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[It's exciting to her, too. The idea that they could be partners in a way. There are probably better herbologists in the village, but Precis does try hard and know pretty well what she's doing.]
I think you should go for it. I'll be rooting for you the entire time, okay? And if I ever get hurt, I'll know right where to go.
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For the first time in a long while, she feels like she might be able to do something important, like she might be useful to someone in some way, like she'll really have some worth!]
Yeah...Yeah, I'm gonna do it! And I'll try really hard so I can help you whenever you need me to! Or when anyone does!
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[She's been looking for an excuse to build something for Pilouette for pretty much...ever. She doesn't want to force it too much, though...]
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[She lets out a sheepish little laugh. She's just joking. Well. Kind of joking.]