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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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[Hey, wait a minute there's that "Vita" thing again...!]
Um, okay, like, I have to ask. What's with this "Vita" stuff? You said it earlier, too.
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P...Pils. M-My nickname is Pils.
Maybe if my name is that hard to remember I really should just start using something else.
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[Except he didn't. She continues to talk as she keeps looking at various pieces of furniture.]
At least one of us has an easy name. It's hard to forget something simple like "Rin" you know?
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Even if those other names are weird, they're probably like, actual names, right? Like, real names that other people have.
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Maybe I won't have to change my name, after all...
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Maybe if I start dressing really fancy, too...! Wow~! A high-class looking apartment! A fancy sounding name! A totally classy new look! This could totally be like, the start of a whole new thing for me!
[She's...pretty excited by this thought. It's almost kind of silly.]
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[which he bounces on his shoulder for impact]
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[She lets out a sheepish little laugh. She glances about for a bit before picking up a floor lamp with a pink beaded shade and a silver base.]
Hey, this is pretty cute! ...Oh, uh, and thanks again for helping me out today. If you ever need a favor or whatever, like, let me know!
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[She smiles, putting her other hand on it and gathering up the electrical cable.]
Now, if I can just find a nice little table, that should be enough for today...
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But of course I'm going to pick it out! The stuff in my apartment has to be like, super classy! Totally uppercrust! Like...like...
[Her gaze wanders as she looks around the shop while she talks and soon her gaze falls upon a fancy looking table. She trots over to it and inspects it, a grin forming on her lips.]
Like this! Omigosh, it's like, so totally perfect! Like, totally super fancy!
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Do you think we should carry it together? Like, I feel kind of bad making you carry all the heavy stuff...
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[...There, that's good enough]