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[First aid.
Pilouette has never really had much of an interest in medicine, nor has she ever thought medical work of any kind was within her capabilities. However, Precis did have a point. Since Pilouette wanted a way to contribute and be useful, first aid would be a pretty good skill to learn, especially if her luck finally ran out and she suddenly found herself being drafted.
So, a little apprehensively, she turns to the journals.]
U-Um! I was wondering if, um, if anyone could maybe...teach me first aid? I mean, I'm not asking anyone to do it for nothing! Really! I can clean really well and um, I can cook a little! I-I'd just really like to learn how to do it!
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[ She hoped that she would have left within months of arriving, but with everything she had experienced the time had passed quickly and before she knew it, Pilouette had been in Luceti for a whole year. She had been through experiments, seen things she though were impossible, met people who couldn't have possibly existed back home, faced the reality of death, made new friends...and lost a few, convincing herself each time that it was better for them to go because they got to go home. However, part of her always wished they would have stayed just a little longer, as the possibility of her never seeing them again was high. Of course, she didn't want to admit to feeling that way. She thought to do so would be childish and selfish and she was practically an adult by now. As such, she was clearly past such things.
Right?
Even a year later, she remembers that first day clearly. She awoke in the snow and, thinking herself dead, began to panic, screaming and flailing, only realizing how cold she was after being calmed down by various other captives of the enclosure. She remembers sulking alone, just trying to adjust and wrap her mind around it. When she was younger, moving overseas or even just moving across town was enough to make her upset enough to cry and withdraw. It amazes her at times that she's held up as well as she has, though she's sure it's due to the people she's met. Plus, having been in Luceti for a year, she's gotten a little better at adjusting to sudden changes.
Just a little, she's sure. ]
[It occurs to her only now how long she might have been sitting in the snow in the middle of the forest on that first day in Luceti, sniveling and crying, if not for someone happening upon her and helping her find her way. And so later that day, dressed for the weather (along with her fake glasses, as they did always make her feel a just little less nervous) and with a small bag containing her journal, a little bit of food and a blanket, she walks off into the forest, just in case The Malnosso have seen fit to dump any New Feathers in the forest.
However, that's only part of the reason she sets off on her little adventure. Though she realizes that being stuck in this place for a year isn't something to celebrate or treat as a special occasion, she feels she should do something. She's decided to try and find the spot where she first arrived. Pilouette knows full well it won't really help anything and she's not even sure if she can even recall quite what it looked like as the area was covered with snow (her state of panic didn't help either) but Pils thinks that maybe she'll remember if she sees it.
Spoiler Alert: She probably won't.]
Pilouette has never really had much of an interest in medicine, nor has she ever thought medical work of any kind was within her capabilities. However, Precis did have a point. Since Pilouette wanted a way to contribute and be useful, first aid would be a pretty good skill to learn, especially if her luck finally ran out and she suddenly found herself being drafted.
So, a little apprehensively, she turns to the journals.]
U-Um! I was wondering if, um, if anyone could maybe...teach me first aid? I mean, I'm not asking anyone to do it for nothing! Really! I can clean really well and um, I can cook a little! I-I'd just really like to learn how to do it!
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[ She hoped that she would have left within months of arriving, but with everything she had experienced the time had passed quickly and before she knew it, Pilouette had been in Luceti for a whole year. She had been through experiments, seen things she though were impossible, met people who couldn't have possibly existed back home, faced the reality of death, made new friends...and lost a few, convincing herself each time that it was better for them to go because they got to go home. However, part of her always wished they would have stayed just a little longer, as the possibility of her never seeing them again was high. Of course, she didn't want to admit to feeling that way. She thought to do so would be childish and selfish and she was practically an adult by now. As such, she was clearly past such things.
Right?
Even a year later, she remembers that first day clearly. She awoke in the snow and, thinking herself dead, began to panic, screaming and flailing, only realizing how cold she was after being calmed down by various other captives of the enclosure. She remembers sulking alone, just trying to adjust and wrap her mind around it. When she was younger, moving overseas or even just moving across town was enough to make her upset enough to cry and withdraw. It amazes her at times that she's held up as well as she has, though she's sure it's due to the people she's met. Plus, having been in Luceti for a year, she's gotten a little better at adjusting to sudden changes.
Just a little, she's sure. ]
[It occurs to her only now how long she might have been sitting in the snow in the middle of the forest on that first day in Luceti, sniveling and crying, if not for someone happening upon her and helping her find her way. And so later that day, dressed for the weather (along with her fake glasses, as they did always make her feel a just little less nervous) and with a small bag containing her journal, a little bit of food and a blanket, she walks off into the forest, just in case The Malnosso have seen fit to dump any New Feathers in the forest.
However, that's only part of the reason she sets off on her little adventure. Though she realizes that being stuck in this place for a year isn't something to celebrate or treat as a special occasion, she feels she should do something. She's decided to try and find the spot where she first arrived. Pilouette knows full well it won't really help anything and she's not even sure if she can even recall quite what it looked like as the area was covered with snow (her state of panic didn't help either) but Pils thinks that maybe she'll remember if she sees it.
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Oh! Right! I said I was going to make you something, so I did. I'm sorry it took so long, I kinda made it before the draft, but I didn't have a chance to give it to you. I tried finding you at home first, but you weren't there, so...
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Precis...! This is so great! Oooh, and it's so totally cute, too! Thank you soooo much!
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Whoa...! You really thought of everything! Precis, you're amazing!
[She smiles again, with just a hint of determination.]
I'm sure I'll get lots of use out of it, too! Or as much as I need to. I mean, even if I learn first aid, I don't want people getting hurt or anything...Oh! W-Well, I guess I mean that I'll use this to help as many people as I can!
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[She likes this side of Pilouette a lot. It feels a lot better than seeing either of them worry.]
Not to be too negative or anything, but you don't even have to think about drafts or missions and stuff. People need first aid in their daily lives, too, so even if nothing big happens for a while...well, it's still useful to have, you know?
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[She's really trying not to sound too excited, but the thought of finally being able to be helpful in some way is pretty great.]
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Yeah! A few people. I mean, It can't hurt to learn from more than one person, right? Someone even told me someone at the battle dome teaches like, a crash course in medical stuff. I might check that out sometime, but...It sounds like it might be too much for right now. Maybe once I've learned a little bit more...
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That sounds good, though! I mean, I think you can do anything you put your mind to if you've managed to spend a year here without going totally insane, but taking it at your own pace is good, too.
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You're right! If I try to learn too much at once I won't learn anything at all. But I can't go too slow either...If I do, I might start slacking off. I guess it wouldn't hurt to hustle a little bit...
Actually, now that you mention it, I'm like, amazed that I've been here this long without like, totally losing it.
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Right! And you won't know what your pace is until you actually throw yourself into it. You might actually really enjoy it or something. [It...it's possible, right? Precis thinks first aid is boring, but then again...] You and me both. I think...I arrived in January?
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January...So you came here not much longer after I did! It'll be a year for you in a little over a month or so, huh?
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Yeah. I came right after Chrissmass or something.
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[That does remind Pilouette that she might want to start thinking of what to give Precis for Christmas. Somehow it doesn't even occur to her that the holiday might not exist where Precis is from.]
So you missed Christmas...I wonder if there's gonna be a party like last year...?
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[And she's cavalier about it, too. Like it's not a big deal.]
Oh, yeah, that's the one. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't want to miss a party.
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[It never fails to surprise her how cool headed and calm Precis is about almost everything. It's pretty admirable.]
You don't have Christmas where you come from? ...I guess that shouldn't be all that surprising. I mean, different worlds would have different holidays, I guess. It's a religious holiday back home, but a lot of people don't treat it that way. They celebrate it in...um, what's the word...secu-something. They don't celebrate the religious parts of it.
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Yeah, I guess...I am worried, but I'm kind of lucky, too. I mean, if I can't even tell what it is, it must not be that big of a deal, right?
[But Christmas is more fun to talk about.]
Secular? Sooo, what kind of holiday is it? I've never really celebrated any before.
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Secular! Secular, yeah, that's the word! While the religious part of it is a pretty big deal where I come from, a lot of people just like to give each other gifts and spend time with the people they care about!
Back home, my dad and I would visit my grandparents for Christmas every year. It was the only time I got to see them so I guess it was kind of a big thing for us.
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...And I probably know even less about holidays. My mom left me when I was pretty young, so...I had no one to celebrate anything with. It was just me and Robbie.
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Just you and Robbie, huh?
[Pils can't help but feel sad when she hears that. Even if her dad worked all the time, she spent holidays aside from Christmas with her friends and their families and...well, she knows the kind of experience Precis had with that. But...]
You didn't celebrate any holidays with your dad?
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[Her smile falters a bit. She's the second person to ask about her dad recently.]
I never knew my dad. It was just my mom and I until she split. You're the second person to bring him up, though.
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What? B-But, um...But Precis, we've talked about your dad before, haven't we?
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[No, it is strange. Even Precis, who can't remember her dad, finds it strange that two people are saying otherwise.]
...Right?
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[Pilouette's frown deepens. Now she's sure that something is up. Considering that they were just talking about it, she wonders if it has anything to do with her penalty...]
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Nope. I think you're mistaken, Pilouette. We were probably just talking about yours or something. I remember talking about yours.
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