Yoshino Chidori [吉野 千鳥] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
floreatnoctem) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
towerofanimus2013-01-18 03:31 pm
floreatnoctem) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-18 03:31 pm
Entry tags:
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.))
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.))
Floor 1
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?]
no subject
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.
no subject
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.]