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Ninth Page - [Written]
Jan. 31st, 2013 06:56 pm[It's been almost two weeks since Sophie left Luceti. Cheria's no stranger to having friends sent home, but that doesn't make it any easier. She's been struggling with a little problem of her own and today, she's decided to ask for advice. Her query is written in a neat little scrawl.]
What does it mean when you have the same dream almost every night? Is there any way to make it [...] stop?
What does it mean when you have the same dream almost every night? Is there any way to make it [...] stop?
[For the longest time, Cheria didn't want to believe that it was true. That Asbel's disappearance from the house was just a temporary thing. His belongings were gone, but that didn't mean anything. He could've just been sent home for a brief while and would return soon enough. If it could happen to both herself and Richard, then why not Asbel? Though, now that four days have passed, she has to face the possibility that Asbel has followed the same route as Sophie, Hubert, Pascal and the Captain. That he may not return any time soon, and if he does, he may not remember what had transpired on Luceti.
People will have to know. Asbel had made so many friends here who would miss him... She can't leave this responsibility to King Richard- he's already been through so much. As much as he tries to hide it, Cheria can tell that Asbel's absence is hurting him as much as it's hurting her. No, possibly even more.
With a heavy feeling in her chest, she picks up her journal from the nightstand. She'd been hiding in her room for quite a few hours now, but she's getting restless. As she flips the book open, she starts to pace through the house.]
Ah... I'm sorry, everyone. This announcement will only take a moment. That is... To everyone who's met Asbel Lhant... [She chokes back a sob as she enters the living room. Having to announce it to the world only makes it that much more real.]
T-To everyone who may miss him... I'm afraid he's been s-sent home. I'm... I'm sure it's for the best, so please don't-
[Her voice cuts off abruptly as she takes a seat on the couch, only to realize she sat down on something. Or... someone. She tilts her head to the left curiously and breathes a sharp gasp when she realizes she's sitting in the lap of a boy who's lying sprawled out across the couch. Not just any boy, either.]
A-ASBEL!
[The journal slips from her hands in shock, though not before recording a bit of Asbel's response:] ... Huh? Cheria, what are- [There's a loud thud and the recording cuts off completely.]
People will have to know. Asbel had made so many friends here who would miss him... She can't leave this responsibility to King Richard- he's already been through so much. As much as he tries to hide it, Cheria can tell that Asbel's absence is hurting him as much as it's hurting her. No, possibly even more.
With a heavy feeling in her chest, she picks up her journal from the nightstand. She'd been hiding in her room for quite a few hours now, but she's getting restless. As she flips the book open, she starts to pace through the house.]
Ah... I'm sorry, everyone. This announcement will only take a moment. That is... To everyone who's met Asbel Lhant... [She chokes back a sob as she enters the living room. Having to announce it to the world only makes it that much more real.]
T-To everyone who may miss him... I'm afraid he's been s-sent home. I'm... I'm sure it's for the best, so please don't-
[Her voice cuts off abruptly as she takes a seat on the couch, only to realize she sat down on something. Or... someone. She tilts her head to the left curiously and breathes a sharp gasp when she realizes she's sitting in the lap of a boy who's lying sprawled out across the couch. Not just any boy, either.]
A-ASBEL!
[The journal slips from her hands in shock, though not before recording a bit of Asbel's response:] ... Huh? Cheria, what are- [There's a loud thud and the recording cuts off completely.]
Seventh Page - [Written / Action]
Feb. 28th, 2012 07:08 pm[Written]
Does anyone here ever wonder about their future? The future in your own world, I mean. Do you think that spending much time here in Luceti may change what will happen when you return home, even if you do not remember your time here? [She pauses her writing, trying to find a way to explain what she means.]
For example, even if a friend from the same world as yourself has already told you what will happen when you return home, perhaps Luceti may have left such an impact on your subconsciousness that things will play out differently for you. I don't know much about the concept of timelines, but there could be deviations, could there not?
[Action]
[Later that day, Cheria pays a visit to the library, in search of a few... particular books. She won't be asking for any help from the librarian and she'll take care not to have anyone nearby when she chooses her literature of interest.
Once she's found what she's looking for, she returns to house #28 as discreetly as possible. So discreetly, in fact, that it might be seen as suspicious. She makes sure the bag with her books is firmly closed, keeps a close eye out for anyone she might know and when she reaches the house, she removes her shoes immediately to tiptoe through the halls towards her room.
What could she be up to?]
Does anyone here ever wonder about their future? The future in your own world, I mean. Do you think that spending much time here in Luceti may change what will happen when you return home, even if you do not remember your time here? [She pauses her writing, trying to find a way to explain what she means.]
For example, even if a friend from the same world as yourself has already told you what will happen when you return home, perhaps Luceti may have left such an impact on your subconsciousness that things will play out differently for you. I don't know much about the concept of timelines, but there could be deviations, could there not?
[Action]
[Later that day, Cheria pays a visit to the library, in search of a few... particular books. She won't be asking for any help from the librarian and she'll take care not to have anyone nearby when she chooses her literature of interest.
Once she's found what she's looking for, she returns to house #28 as discreetly as possible. So discreetly, in fact, that it might be seen as suspicious. She makes sure the bag with her books is firmly closed, keeps a close eye out for anyone she might know and when she reaches the house, she removes her shoes immediately to tiptoe through the halls towards her room.
What could she be up to?]
Sixth Page - [Voice / Action]
Oct. 19th, 2011 11:20 pm[It's been a few days since Sophie was returned by the Malnosso and there's hardly any change in her condition. It's left Cheria feeling even more restless than she'd been during Sophie's kidnapping and she'd once again taken to wandering the village. Today, however, she ran into an unexpected little surprise and decided to take it home with her, before starting a public query.]
Ah, excuse me? Has anyone lost a small grey cat? I found it near the fourth Community Housing building and it looked like it hadn't eaten in days. It still seems to be fairly young- not even half a year old, I think. Uhm...
[She turns the journal so that the camera can record one of Foot's kittens, which is currently eating scraps of meat from a bowl with incredible vigor. Unbeknownst to Cheria, this poor little baby was adopted by Lucy Pevensie, who has since been sent home.]
If anyone knows to whom it belongs, could they please let me know? Thank you.
[And shortly after this, the rest of house #28 can find Cheria playing with the kitten on the kitchen floor. Now that it's been properly fed, the little cat is more than willing to let out some pent-up energy. Cheria's found a bit of string for it to 'hunt' and chase around.
Of course, today isn't all fun and games. Once the kitten's done playing and fast asleep in a bundle of fluffy towels, Cheria will go to check up on Sophie once more.]
[[OOC: It has been agreed OOCly that Cheria can adopt the kitten! Of course, if anyone recognizes it, feel free to tell her where it came from and to whom it belonged.]]
Ah, excuse me? Has anyone lost a small grey cat? I found it near the fourth Community Housing building and it looked like it hadn't eaten in days. It still seems to be fairly young- not even half a year old, I think. Uhm...
[She turns the journal so that the camera can record one of Foot's kittens, which is currently eating scraps of meat from a bowl with incredible vigor. Unbeknownst to Cheria, this poor little baby was adopted by Lucy Pevensie, who has since been sent home.]
If anyone knows to whom it belongs, could they please let me know? Thank you.
[And shortly after this, the rest of house #28 can find Cheria playing with the kitten on the kitchen floor. Now that it's been properly fed, the little cat is more than willing to let out some pent-up energy. Cheria's found a bit of string for it to 'hunt' and chase around.
Of course, today isn't all fun and games. Once the kitten's done playing and fast asleep in a bundle of fluffy towels, Cheria will go to check up on Sophie once more.]
[[OOC: It has been agreed OOCly that Cheria can adopt the kitten! Of course, if anyone recognizes it, feel free to tell her where it came from and to whom it belonged.]]
Fifth Page - [Voice / Action]
Sep. 25th, 2011 09:27 pm[Voice]
[Cheria awoke in an incredibly good mood today. A good mood like she's never had before. It's like something inside her is telling her that everything is going to be all right. That she'll have a happy ending of sorts.
So naturally, she feels the need to spread these positive feelings through the village by means of the journal. When she speaks, her voice is rather dreamy.]
Good afternoon, everyone! Ah, such a beautiful sky. The animals and the trees of the forest are overflowing with happiness. I hope everyone will have a wonderful day!
[Action]
[Oh yes, and she awoke wearing a nice dress today. A dress a princess might wear. It was strange, yes, but she won't let it ruin her good mood. In fact, she'll be going for a nice walk by the forest edge. As she does so, various forest critters will be drawn towards her and stroll along in her wake, chattering happily as she hums a cheerful tune to herself. Another rather peculiar thing to happen, but certainly not a bad one. She does like cute animals, after all.
When she returns to the house later on, she'll do all her chores such as cooking and cleaning with the same positive vigor.]
[Cheria awoke in an incredibly good mood today. A good mood like she's never had before. It's like something inside her is telling her that everything is going to be all right. That she'll have a happy ending of sorts.
So naturally, she feels the need to spread these positive feelings through the village by means of the journal. When she speaks, her voice is rather dreamy.]
Good afternoon, everyone! Ah, such a beautiful sky. The animals and the trees of the forest are overflowing with happiness. I hope everyone will have a wonderful day!
[Action]
[Oh yes, and she awoke wearing a nice dress today. A dress a princess might wear. It was strange, yes, but she won't let it ruin her good mood. In fact, she'll be going for a nice walk by the forest edge. As she does so, various forest critters will be drawn towards her and stroll along in her wake, chattering happily as she hums a cheerful tune to herself. Another rather peculiar thing to happen, but certainly not a bad one. She does like cute animals, after all.
When she returns to the house later on, she'll do all her chores such as cooking and cleaning with the same positive vigor.]
Fourth Page - [Accidental voice]
Aug. 3rd, 2011 11:25 pm[It's been over two weeks since Cheria was taken by the Malnosso, but at last, her journal is showing signs of life again. There's just one problem. The voice being broadcast through it doesn't entirely sound like Cheria. It's that of a young girl- eleven years old to be exact. She seems to be having trouble breathing, a weak gasp sounding every few words. She also seems to be on the verge of crying, making it even more of a struggle for her to speak.]
A-Asbel? Hubert? ... So-Sophie? Are you okay? This... This isn't funny. ... C-come out right now, or I'll... I'll tell Lady Kelly on you! ... [Sniffle.] Where...? I'm...
[A soft thud- she just fell to her knees.]
I'm l-lost. I knew... we should never have... gone down there.
[[OOC: Responses will come from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sickly_angel!]]
A-Asbel? Hubert? ... So-Sophie? Are you okay? This... This isn't funny. ... C-come out right now, or I'll... I'll tell Lady Kelly on you! ... [Sniffle.] Where...? I'm...
[A soft thud- she just fell to her knees.]
I'm l-lost. I knew... we should never have... gone down there.
[[OOC: Responses will come from
sickly_angel!]]Third Page - [Voice]
Jul. 19th, 2011 12:28 am[Of all the days for Cheria to be home alone... There she was, minding her own business and tending to the laundry, when three droids burst into the house. So logically, she did the first thing that came to her mind and tried to attack them. Sadly, her knives didn't do much more than lodge themselves into the droids' body, without deterring them in the slightest. Then she tried the second thing that came to her mind and locked herself into her bedroom, whipping out her journal. She doesn't bother to set up a filter- even if she knew how, there's just no time.
When the recording starts, it picks up Cheria's panicked voice and loud pounding in the background, as the droids attempt to break the door down.]
A-Asbel! Anyone...! There are strangers in the house! I-I think they're those droids! They've come for me! I don't know-
[SMASH and splinter. There goes the door. Cheria gasps sharply.]
Don't let them take anyone else and don't worry about me! I'll be fine!
[With that, she shuts the journal. She knows she can't stop them now. Housemates will, of course, find a shattered door and a few of Cheria's knives stuck in the hallway wall.]
When the recording starts, it picks up Cheria's panicked voice and loud pounding in the background, as the droids attempt to break the door down.]
A-Asbel! Anyone...! There are strangers in the house! I-I think they're those droids! They've come for me! I don't know-
[SMASH and splinter. There goes the door. Cheria gasps sharply.]
Don't let them take anyone else and don't worry about me! I'll be fine!
[With that, she shuts the journal. She knows she can't stop them now. Housemates will, of course, find a shattered door and a few of Cheria's knives stuck in the hallway wall.]
Second page - [Voice]
Jun. 3rd, 2011 08:29 pm[There's a loud slam as the journal seemingly falls to the ground, starting the recording function. The first thing it picks up is stumbling, followed by frantic screaming. Loud, frantic screaming.]
F-FIRE! FIIIRE!
The bread machine is on fire!
[And cue hurried footsteps as Cheria rushes off to try and find water. She tried putting bread that was already buttered into the toaster, in hopes it would save time and make the toast tastier. Suffice it to say, this didn't end well.]
F-FIRE! FIIIRE!
The bread machine is on fire!
[And cue hurried footsteps as Cheria rushes off to try and find water. She tried putting bread that was already buttered into the toaster, in hopes it would save time and make the toast tastier. Suffice it to say, this didn't end well.]
First page - [Video]
May. 9th, 2011 08:35 pm[The journal suddenly starts recording to catch a young woman's voice in mid-sentence. Sadly, the camera is directed towards the ground.] -at this button does... Is it broken?
This is hopeless. I'll never figure this device out. [A deep sigh.] If only Pascal were here...
[The image shakes, then tilts harshly until the camera is directed towards a stone ceiling instead. A hand swiftly moves past the screen.] ... Ah? What's it doing now?
[And finally, the journal is tilted one last time to show a girl with long pink hair, wearing a New Feather dress and staring into the camera with a confused expression.]
This is hopeless. I'll never figure this device out. [A deep sigh.] If only Pascal were here...
[The image shakes, then tilts harshly until the camera is directed towards a stone ceiling instead. A hand swiftly moves past the screen.] ... Ah? What's it doing now?
[And finally, the journal is tilted one last time to show a girl with long pink hair, wearing a New Feather dress and staring into the camera with a confused expression.]
