towerofanimus | It's time to leave you here

Characters: Chidori Yoshino & OPEN!
Setting: Around the tower
Time: During the event
Format: Action (I can change to match though)
Summary: 27-year-old Chidori, and the temporal confusion that lies therein.
Warnings: Probably just language.

[Floor Twenty-Eight]

[She's not sure when she started frequenting the music room, only that eventually she started spending as much time there as she did in the workshop. More, some days, if she was in the right mood for it. She's picked up a few instruments, but nothing too seriously until the day she takes a liking to plucking at a harp. So sometimes, early enough in the mornings, she'll head up and play before breakfast, just to try and get a little time to herself. It doesn't always work though.]

[Floor Twenty-Nine]

[Chidori tends to like to step just-off the staircase here and settle down for a drink of tea. It's not far enough that she actually ever steps into the maze proper, and over time, she's gotten some hardy body to drag down a small table and some chairs for her and anyone who might want to join her. She won't talk much unless prompted, but by now, most people in the tower should know whether they're welcome or not...

Shouldn't they?]

[Floor Fifteen]

[The Workshop has become Chidori's sanctuary, more or less, when she has absolutely nothing else she can bring herself to do. So she makes and mends clothes, jackets- pretty much anything she can work a needle and thread through, if she's allowed. So if anyone finds themselves in need of a seamstress or just someone to patch up a hole in their clothes, she's likely the one to see about it.]

[Floor One]

[She's long-since stopped trusting anything she doesn't cook herself- and she usually makes enough for herself, Strega, and a few more people besides to have a meal. So regardless of the time of day, Chidori will usually be in the kitchen shortly before the allotted 'mealtimes' to make herself something to eat- and she's always willing to hear requests if someone is doubting whatever fare the Cafeteria happens to be serving for the day.

Just don't expect any miracles- she only has what's available to work with, after all.]

((ooc: Chidori has taken to dressing somewhat like this and usually pins her hair up for everything but sewing, and her bangs have gone a little Madame Red on her, but otherwise, she's more or less the same. Also, beware of sudden conversations with her Persona, they may happen a lot.))

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[Ken, as usual, has a tendency to get his clothes torn and ripped and singed. Such is the case again today, when he goes to seek out Chidori. His jacket has a large tear down the side, and the back of it is singed from a hellhound that got too close.]

[He reaches out towards her mentally, to let her know she's there, before approaching her.]

Again already, Ken-kun?

[Her mental voice is more amused than anything else, and she turns in her chair to greet him, a hand already outstretched for the jacket.]

I might have to replace a whole panel in the back for you.

[He shrugs it off, and hands it to her.]

Sorry. Some of the monsters are getting kind of desperate for food.

It's alright- I was only teasing.

[She gets up as she takes it, reaching up to ruffle his hair lightly.]

How have things been going otherwise? Not getting into too much trouble, I hope?

I know.

[He has to duck down a bit, but he reaches out to take her hand gently.]

I'm fine. Just concentrating on getting food and making sure everyone is all right.

So responsible, Ken.

[She squeezes his hand and then lets go, turning to pick through the fabrics piled on the table, picking one out to try and match one relatively closely to Ken's jacket.]

How's the hunt?

Not as good today. There were too many of the tougher monsters around that aren't good eating. I checked the traps, though - they're all still set up.

A pity- we'd had such a good week thus far. I suppose it's to be expected that this place ruin it one way or another, hmm?

True. At least we have enough to hold us over until the next time I can catch something. Hopefully.

[Given how this place is, it's impossible to be sure.]

Hopefully.

[She reaches out to tug at his shirt while her other hand reaches for a tape-measure.]

Have you gotten taller again?

I think so... my arms, at least, since the last shirt you made.

[He keeps having to adjust his grip on his spear, too.]

Hmm... I'll have to re-measure you then.

[The measure comes up, and she peers up at him.]

Arms out please.

[He stretches his arms out obligingly, keeping the posture as flat as he can.]

How have you been feeling?

Tired. [She reaches up to measure him carefully, making a slight tutting sound.] Well- more than usual, at least.

... Is it just normal insomnia, or is something else going on?

[He can't help but fuss a little over her.]

Things have been more difficult than usual, that's all. Hecate's been trying to compensate, but...

[There's only so much even her persona can do to keep her going. And yet she still acts like it's nothing to worry about.]

[Oh look, it's a familiar face. And by familiar face I mean, wait what. Although for being middle-aged, Dave has aged pretty well. Then again, so did Jade. So maybe it might be a time player thing. Who knows.

Regardless, he looks much older than he probably should have to Chidori. But Chidori also looked much younger to him, so it evens out. He's long since gotten used to everyone being younger than they should, so he doesn't bother to be surprised as he approaches her. He's curious to see what she's making.

Surely, she recognizes his presence by now, right? Him silently approaching her won't be awkward, right?]

[Chidori does in fact recognize him- enough, in fact, that she raises a hand in a wave as soon as she's sure he's close enough to parse it for what it is. It's pancakes for breakfast this morning, but there's a plate of apple slices on the counter and a faintly apple-cinnamon-y scent in the air.

There's eggs (boiled) and other things too- piled high on other plates and in bowls to accompany the pancakes. It's not the kind of thing she'd have made for breakfast years ago, but she's learned to cater to tastes other than her own and those of Strega.]

Good morning. I hope you're hungry.

[He shuffles over curiously. He's still a pretty terrible cook, despite being here for so long. He just never really took to cooking, so it's always kind of an interest to watch other people cook. Also, he just really likes Chidori's food. She probably knows that though.

Definitely eying those apple slices though. What are you making? Tell him. He wants to know. How do you ask without distracting the cook with stupid slips of paper with writing on it? His life is hard, but he gives a smallest of nods.]

[And from out of the maze who should step but Naoya. While the teenager grew into adulthood, it started to wear suits more and more. By now the regular operations and testing done in the tower had made him become numb to them. He preferred to enjoy whatever quiet time they could get during them.

Yet he still hadn't given up, somehow. The years were proof that Naoya wouldn't be giving up hope in many years to come.

When he sees Chidori there, he smiles.]

Good morning.

Good morning.

[She's already in the midst of pouring another cup of tea, this one for him, having sensed him nearby. She doesn't stand, but she looks up at him when he nears, inclining her head with a small smile.]

I wasn't expecting you to be in here so early.

[That is quite n advantage, althought Naoya's own senses had honed from ~~Persona abuse~~ experience over the years himself.]

I was too tired yesterday and slept in early.

[He had too many things on his mind regarding you lately. Now that he'd say that out loud, of course. However, he dig bring with him a few flowers from the nearby floor.]

For you.

[She reaches to take the flowers with one hand, pushing the tea over in front of the empty chair with the other, followed by the sugar and the cream and giving him a pensive look over the flowers as she brings them up to her face.]

You haven't been running yourself ragged again, have you?

[She's expecting him to deny it of course, and she closes her eyes briefly to enjoy the scent of the flowers for a moment before settling them in her lap.]

They're lovely, Naoya- thank you.

It's time to leave you here

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This PB lacks smiling icons

so does Chidori