Some Kind of Life

( Two Days worth of Introspection )

[She needs to get out.

In the late afternoon, Pilouette leaves her apartment and heads for her spot behind the school. She sits for a while, talking to anyone who approaches her, but she's unable to clear her head. It's not far enough. So she scuttles back to her apartment and packs her small messenger bag, before heading to the forest. She's not sure exactly where she's headed or for how long, but she goes. She feels just a little childish, like a little kid running away from home, but at the moment, she doesn't care. She walks and walks for a long time until she can't walk any more. She slumps down, leaning against a tree and stares at the ground.

And then, she cries for a long time.

But it's not until she decides to head back to the village in the early evening that she realizes...she's lost. In her hurry, she had forgotten a map and no matter how long she wanders around she can't seem to orient herself. So,reluctantly, Pilouette turns to the journal. When she speaks her voice is quiet and a bit shaky. She makes sure to cover the camera. Even like this, she's not quite ready to show her face after how she acted.]

U-Um...I'm sorry, but...

I think I got myself lost. Um, in the forest. Th-this is probably a lot of trouble after...after everything, but...

["Can someone help me?" As if anyone would want to help her after all the nasty things she said and the way she acted.]

...I'm sure I'll find my way back. I just didn't want anyone to think anything happened to me.

[She sits for a moment as she considers maybe asking for help. Instead, she abruptly ends the feed and goes back to wandering the forest.]

[Pilouette takes a deep breath, feeling a combination of both excitment and nervousness. While she's become used to talking to people over the journals before, she's never...announced anything before, much less something she had a hand in organizing. But she's sure that a party would make people happy, especially as it's New Feather season. So, she does her best to calm her nerves and turns to the journals with a smile.]

Um! Hi, everyone! Pilouette here. W-Welcome to all the New Feathers! I hope you're all, like, settling in and stuff? Well, anyway, since there hasn't been one in a while, some of us thought it would be really nice to have a New Feather Party! You know, since it's New Feather season and all. I was thinking that maybe we should have it at the Rec Center, on the 24th maybe? That's, um, next week!

And they're a really good way for New Feathers to meet people here in the village so, um, I hope a lot of you decide to come. There's gonna be like, lots of food n' stuff and I bet it's gonna be like, so totally fun! If anyone else is interested in helping out or if you have any ideas or anything, like, just let me know! After all nothing is really like...set in stone or anything yet. Anyway, hope to see you there!

[After that, Pilouette will be going about her business in the village trying to prep things for the New Feather Party, talking to people trying to figure out what all they need.]

((ooc: If you have any suggestions or would like for your character to be involved in setting up (though the set up will likely be handwaved) feel free to bring it up IC here or on the OOC post here. EDIT: The New Feather Party is acually being held at the School Cafeteria since it turns out the Rec Center is actually too small for it to be plausible.))

( cut for all kinds of introspection and whatnot )

[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!

[action]

[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.]