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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 29
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.
no subject
[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.
This PB lacks smiling icons
Persona abuseexperience 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.
so does Chidori
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.