Sheena Fujibayashi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
corrinesbell) wrote2012-04-14 10:49 pm
corrinesbell) wrote2012-04-14 10:49 pm
137. Iced [voice/action]
[Good morning, Luceti! It is April 15. Looks like rain.
In the early-ish hours, before the rain, anyone in or near the Welcome Center is going to hear the decisive sounds of hammering. If you're close enough, you might also hear a ninja missing once and hammering her hand instead. Thankfully they don't last long - because she has the journal open there by her feet, so a dull thud may be echoing in a few bedrooms or kitchens too.
When the noise ends, there is a new sign hanging over the door to the tea shop.
Celsius Tear
Complete with image of teapot, steam and all.
Sheena brushes her hands together and steps back to look at her handiwork, leaving a half-footprint on the journal she nearly trips over.]
Whoa-! Oh, geez. [Get the book off the floor, would you?]
Sorry if I woke anybody up. Had to get this sign up early, because it looks like I'm leaving on a mission tomorrow. Guess I can call it a real business now, huh? Even though there's no gald or anything.
[She hasn't really admitted it to too many people - but as painful as going home was, it did part of her a lot of good. For all it may not have been exactly real.]
Anyway, it'll be open until right after lunch, because I've gotta get ready to go. Unless there's anybody who wants to work for the afternoon by themselves.
In the early-ish hours, before the rain, anyone in or near the Welcome Center is going to hear the decisive sounds of hammering. If you're close enough, you might also hear a ninja missing once and hammering her hand instead. Thankfully they don't last long - because she has the journal open there by her feet, so a dull thud may be echoing in a few bedrooms or kitchens too.
When the noise ends, there is a new sign hanging over the door to the tea shop.
Celsius Tear
Complete with image of teapot, steam and all.
Sheena brushes her hands together and steps back to look at her handiwork, leaving a half-footprint on the journal she nearly trips over.]
Whoa-! Oh, geez. [Get the book off the floor, would you?]
Sorry if I woke anybody up. Had to get this sign up early, because it looks like I'm leaving on a mission tomorrow. Guess I can call it a real business now, huh? Even though there's no gald or anything.
[She hasn't really admitted it to too many people - but as painful as going home was, it did part of her a lot of good. For all it may not have been exactly real.]
Anyway, it'll be open until right after lunch, because I've gotta get ready to go. Unless there's anybody who wants to work for the afternoon by themselves.
[Voice]
There's a soft thump of her own as she falls out of bed, tangled in the sheets. Ow. She manages to pat around for the journal and knock it down on the floor next to her. She nearly just shuts it, but the sign catches her eye.]
What kind of name is that for a tea shop?
[It is too early for her to recognize puns. ...Or to not look a mess.]
[Voice]
[This is one of Sophie's guardians though. It's probably best to be nice to her.]
Sorry if I woke you up.
[Voice]
It's not like I know anything about what to call things like that. I was just asking.
[Though she'd recognize how rude it was more if she were more awake. In response to the apology, though:]
...Whatever. It was going to happen sometime if I forgot to close the journal.
[...She should probably get up or something. But it's easy to convince herself that she's comfortable where she is when she is feeling lazy.]
[Voice]
...But, if you don't really mind, okay then.
[Voice]
[Wiggle. Wiggle. Tangled in blankets, she attempts to slug her way forward to at least be entirely either on or off the bed.]