Sheena Fujibayashi (
corrinesbell) wrote2012-01-16 12:52 pm
134. Sphere
So after thinking about it for a while, I've decided we're gonna have a contest to name the Tea Shop! ...So, uh, anybody who has an idea can write it down, and when I've got all the ideas...you'll get to vote.
You've only got a week to come up with names to vote on. Get working!
[Sheena is just so tired of trying to be creative about it on her own, and the shop feels wrong without a name after all this time. Involving the village should solve lots of problems, right?
The shop closes early today, when its owner starts to feel strangely tired. She'll carry her journal out around midafternoon, locking the door behind her. At least she's been able to keep ice from forming on the stairs.
Near the bottom of the staircase, a wave of tired and dizzy wins out over balance. There's a lot of creative cursing - more than she'll inclined to - as she slides and rolls the last few steps...and the journal lands open in the mud and snow. So all that grumbling, and the noise of the fall? All nicely broadcasted.
Then she notices, hurrying to pick it up and clarify things.]
Uh, oops, dropped the book down the stairs. Sorry about that!
You've only got a week to come up with names to vote on. Get working!
[Sheena is just so tired of trying to be creative about it on her own, and the shop feels wrong without a name after all this time. Involving the village should solve lots of problems, right?
The shop closes early today, when its owner starts to feel strangely tired. She'll carry her journal out around midafternoon, locking the door behind her. At least she's been able to keep ice from forming on the stairs.
Near the bottom of the staircase, a wave of tired and dizzy wins out over balance. There's a lot of creative cursing - more than she'll inclined to - as she slides and rolls the last few steps...and the journal lands open in the mud and snow. So all that grumbling, and the noise of the fall? All nicely broadcasted.
Then she notices, hurrying to pick it up and clarify things.]
Uh, oops, dropped the book down the stairs. Sorry about that!

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[Inside, yes. Ignore her while she tries to unlock her front door with the tea shop key first. Finding the right one when she has only three won't take long.
And in they go.]
...You're not really over here for tea, are you. [Deadpan, while she hangs up her coat and turns for the kitchen to clean herself up a little.]
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Of course I can make it. And you don't have to clean up my house.
[Arguing won't get her anywhere - she's lost enough arguments with Raine, thank you - and so that turn on her heel takes her in the direction of the bathroom, instead. Sort of grumbling. In an annoyed-but-good-natured way.]
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Then moves to clean up the mess anyway once Sheena's gotten down the hall. Because she's like that. No need to have mud tracked all over, after all.]
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So a simple one like this? Hardly an effort.
Sheena takes her time in the shower, idly listening to Raine ignoring what she said and cleaning up anyway. As long as she doesn't start cooking anything, things should be fine. Raine will hear the shower turn off.
...But it's sure taking her a while to reappear in clean clothes.]
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Footsteps make her pick her head up very briefly, before dropping it again.]
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Instead she'll stop at Sheena's side and kneel next to her.
And wait.]
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[Realizing she's sitting here in just a robe, Sheena will stand up now and hope Raine doesn't notice her embarrassed face.]
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[Her humiliation blush isn't going away, though.]
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Nothing's been weird until today.
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[She's shivering.]
Figured if I felt bad enough to notice, I should go home. ...So I did. [At least give her a point for making good decisions.]
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[She almost doesn't know what to say. It's not as if she of all people can give lectures on how to sleep well at night.]
So what do you intend to do about it? You can't go on like this.
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[But there's a hand on the wall again. She's fighting another wave of whatever it is.]
I'm not tired, like that. ...I-I just feel...weird.
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[Snapping at Raine is way less effective when she's also stagger-leaning in her direction.]
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[She'll move to help prop her up if necessary.]
Even if you just came back here to go to bed, it wouldn't solve anything. You'd just get back up and go back to your usual habits until the next time you felt dizzy.
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[Maybe not necessary, but helpful. Raine will feel how warm she is then.]
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[The dizzy spell passes, and she walks straighter. The fever doesn't, though.]
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