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oo29 [ voice // action ]
... oh, that's just n-n-not fair.
[ In the woods bordering the western lake, this one, having just come to only a moment ago. Her tone may be a little irritated, but, well, she sounds okay, not hurt or anything. That's a plus, right?
Well, except for the fact that she's ... not very well dressed for the weather. She's stuck in the same training outfit her older self showed up in, a black ensemble that shows her midriff... only now there is a scar. A long scar, so long it vanishes into her clothing, extending fully from her left breast to her right hip. Of course, only the long slice of it across her belly is visible.
It's a scar, by the way, that her older self did not possess when she turned up in the same clothes. Curious.
Xion's not thinking about that right now, though. What she's thinking about is that it's freezing -- her luck to show up in the middle of a cold snap! And she's a little bothered that the scar is on display, but... well, what can she do about it? With a sigh that comes out on a violent shiver, she climbs to her feet. (At least she's got shoes.)
This has happened to her so many times now she's getting sort of used to it, and it's a nice change to at least not come back feeling sick/hurt/terrified/some combination therein. She'll flip through the journal a bit, fighting off more shivers, before speaking. Her speech is a little garbled, unfortunately, by her chattering teeth. ]
D-D-D-Does anyone know w-w-w-what day it is? I wonder if I m-m-m-m-missed Christmas. [ a beat, then ] D-D-Did they really have t-t-to drop me off so f-f-f-f-far out?
[ Walking all the way back, dressed like this, in this weather? ... send halp. ]
(ooc; OKAY SO. for once I am going to obey the rules of time and space. Luke got there first, so he's gonna pick her up. if you want to poke her at the lake in an action tag, that's totally cool, but just know it's only Luke taking her home. easier on my poor brain for once.)
[ In the woods bordering the western lake, this one, having just come to only a moment ago. Her tone may be a little irritated, but, well, she sounds okay, not hurt or anything. That's a plus, right?
Well, except for the fact that she's ... not very well dressed for the weather. She's stuck in the same training outfit her older self showed up in, a black ensemble that shows her midriff... only now there is a scar. A long scar, so long it vanishes into her clothing, extending fully from her left breast to her right hip. Of course, only the long slice of it across her belly is visible.
It's a scar, by the way, that her older self did not possess when she turned up in the same clothes. Curious.
Xion's not thinking about that right now, though. What she's thinking about is that it's freezing -- her luck to show up in the middle of a cold snap! And she's a little bothered that the scar is on display, but... well, what can she do about it? With a sigh that comes out on a violent shiver, she climbs to her feet. (At least she's got shoes.)
This has happened to her so many times now she's getting sort of used to it, and it's a nice change to at least not come back feeling sick/hurt/terrified/some combination therein. She'll flip through the journal a bit, fighting off more shivers, before speaking. Her speech is a little garbled, unfortunately, by her chattering teeth. ]
D-D-D-Does anyone know w-w-w-what day it is? I wonder if I m-m-m-m-missed Christmas. [ a beat, then ] D-D-Did they really have t-t-to drop me off so f-f-f-f-far out?
[ Walking all the way back, dressed like this, in this weather? ... send halp. ]
(ooc; OKAY SO. for once I am going to obey the rules of time and space. Luke got there first, so he's gonna pick her up. if you want to poke her at the lake in an action tag, that's totally cool, but just know it's only Luke taking her home. easier on my poor brain for once.)
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... I'm not sure Luke r-r-r-remembered a jacket... but Jale would have. I th-th-think. [ also collecting wood while they talk. la la la firewood ]
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If they don't look after you properly, I'm not going to go easy on them. [ by which she means that she's not going to go out. she'd like to, but she knows her limits. ]
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It'll be okay! If they do a bad job, though, you'll b-b-be the first person to know, so they get what's coming to them.
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I'm counting on you to give me an accurate report, then. ...But, before that, I'm counting on you to keep warm until they get there--and after, of course, but they'll have to help with that, too.
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[ setting the journal down, Xion will hum softly to herself as she gets all the wood piled up, then manages to get a fire lit with a little magic. picking up the journal again-- ]
There! Much better.
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she returns her attention to Xion when she returns to the journal pretty quickly, but still takes a moment to reply. she does wonder a little about what made this time not so bad, but she really doesn't feel comfortable asking for any details and she's not sure either of them would really want to talk about it. so, instead: ]
I'm glad you know how to start a fire. Do you at least have something warmer than that dress new feathers wear?
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[ she doesn't know the word for it, so Xion holds her journal out to give Fenimore a better view of what she's wearing. The top is a fitted black tube top, actually. meant to stay on during rough activity, but strapless and sleeveless, of course. and since it's midriff bearing... not very warm. she has at least got pants, though.
feel free to ignore that nice long scar. Xion brings the journal back closer. ] I at least got pants, actually. That's something.
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It's better below and worse on top.... I guess no thought was put into your comfort when you were given pants. [ but now that she's thinking of the clothes rather than the scar, she gets a sense of déjà vu. ] It looks familar, though.
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Familiar? Oh, you mean from that last big experiment? Yeah, I noticed that too.... I think it's the Malnosso's idea of a joke. [ lineface. ]
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