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Okay, not that all the crazy war-zone stuff isn't a problem, and I'm not too happy about looking like a rainbow soldier factory threw up on me either, but...
Has anybody else noticed that there are holes in the world down in the Scrapyard?
I mean like serious holes, or portals or something. In the air, or sometimes the trash heaps. They're all made of creepy white light inside, like the Wilderness on a bad day, and I tried throwing something through one and it didn't come out the other side. I swear, this isn't normal and it's freaking me out.
Okay, not that all the crazy war-zone stuff isn't a problem, and I'm not too happy about looking like a rainbow soldier factory threw up on me either, but...
Has anybody else noticed that there are holes in the world down in the Scrapyard?
I mean like serious holes, or portals or something. In the air, or sometimes the trash heaps. They're all made of creepy white light inside, like the Wilderness on a bad day, and I tried throwing something through one and it didn't come out the other side. I swear, this isn't normal and it's freaking me out.
Okay, um, I guess being totally dressed up in bright blue is better than my clothes falling off all the time. Yay, Tree? :|
Anyway, I finally tried out that claw machine at the bar and this really weird frowny doll came out.
But the weird part is, I think it's this guy I saw in my cocoon dreams. So I was wondering, did anybody else get stuff that looked familiar outta there? Because that's pretty freaky, if you ask me.
Anyway, I finally tried out that claw machine at the bar and this really weird frowny doll came out.
But the weird part is, I think it's this guy I saw in my cocoon dreams. So I was wondering, did anybody else get stuff that looked familiar outta there? Because that's pretty freaky, if you ask me.
I FIGURED IT OUT!
The slots are for materia! You put materia in them and I HAD SOME all along!
I just didn't realize it because lol Tree but whatever, there was that crazy memory explosion or something last week and I remembered how they feel. It's like they're alive in your hand and you can feel what they're supposed do, like a reflection or a flavor or a smell or something, if you're looking for it and you know what to look for so I went and looked through my trinket box and and and!
[There is a long pause. Materia has just succeeded in accidentally blowing up a mop that she was using for target practice, after four days of trying, and she is high on life.]
NIGHT. YOU. ME. MELEE ISLAND. ARE YOU THE CHICKENEST RIVAL EVER OR ARE WE SO DOING THIS!??
(Think carefully before you answer that, 'cause I know how scared you are of boomerangs and MINE SHOOTS LIGHTNING BOLTS WHOOHOO!)
The slots are for materia! You put materia in them and I HAD SOME all along!
I just didn't realize it because lol Tree but whatever, there was that crazy memory explosion or something last week and I remembered how they feel. It's like they're alive in your hand and you can feel what they're supposed do, like a reflection or a flavor or a smell or something, if you're looking for it and you know what to look for so I went and looked through my trinket box and and and!
[There is a long pause. Materia has just succeeded in accidentally blowing up a mop that she was using for target practice, after four days of trying, and she is high on life.]
NIGHT. YOU. ME. MELEE ISLAND. ARE YOU THE CHICKENEST RIVAL EVER OR ARE WE SO DOING THIS!??
(Think carefully before you answer that, 'cause I know how scared you are of boomerangs and MINE SHOOTS LIGHTNING BOLTS WHOOHOO!)
ℵ memory 01 ℵ
Jun. 21st, 2011 07:30 am- she's in a colorful jumble of a room, all heavy wooden beams and pale plaster and brightly painted paper screens, but other than trying not to trip over a low table with a blue tablecloth thrown across it - how come this all looks so familiar? - she doesn't have much attention to spare for looking at the decor.
There are several very grumpy-looking people standing around the room. She has an armful of brightly glittering globes and she has just finished hurriedly cramming some of them into the round slots in a sword that is much, much too big for any sane human being to swing. Darting across the room and jumping nimbly over said table, she gets to work on a wicked-looking rifle, which is being held out to her by - oh my gawd, shrieks something in her head, it's that guy from the restaurant with his hair all grown out crazy and he's wearing somebody's curtains - a tall, baleful-looking man with dark hair. He gives her a cool, dry look, and she sticks out her tongue at him.
(She is not happy about this. She wants to keep those - those materia so much she can taste it, but there are at least three annoyed gazes burning into the back of her head, so she sucks it up and does what she's gotta do. She takes some small satisfaction in the fact that she's putting them back at complete random, thinking smugly of the amount of shuffling they're going to have to do later if they want to use any of them correctly in battle.)
The last materia is green and feels like crackling static electricity in her fingers. She shoves it in and dusts off her hands, thrusting out her chest proudly.
"Phew, perfect," she says, grinning unrepentantly at them all. Her skin feels itchy and sunburnt, and she isn't quite sure why. "Now the materia is back in its rightful place."
"Hey." It's the guy with the stupidly big sword, wrinkling his nose at the beautiful sparkly spots of color she's just bestowed so graciously on him. He looks like a disgruntled chocobo when he does that, it is a terrible waste of his pretty ladyface - and it occurs to her with a sudden shock that that's him, that's the spikey-headed jerk, he was in her dreams...! - and he pokes at one of them with a gloved finger and frowns at her, all suspicious-like. "The placement of it is all messed up."
She is laughing so, so hard on the inside, but she is playing it cool and innocent, with a "Huh?" and a "Don't be so picky," when everything sort of jolts and slips sideways and upside-down and -
There are several very grumpy-looking people standing around the room. She has an armful of brightly glittering globes and she has just finished hurriedly cramming some of them into the round slots in a sword that is much, much too big for any sane human being to swing. Darting across the room and jumping nimbly over said table, she gets to work on a wicked-looking rifle, which is being held out to her by - oh my gawd, shrieks something in her head, it's that guy from the restaurant with his hair all grown out crazy and he's wearing somebody's curtains - a tall, baleful-looking man with dark hair. He gives her a cool, dry look, and she sticks out her tongue at him.
(She is not happy about this. She wants to keep those - those materia so much she can taste it, but there are at least three annoyed gazes burning into the back of her head, so she sucks it up and does what she's gotta do. She takes some small satisfaction in the fact that she's putting them back at complete random, thinking smugly of the amount of shuffling they're going to have to do later if they want to use any of them correctly in battle.)
The last materia is green and feels like crackling static electricity in her fingers. She shoves it in and dusts off her hands, thrusting out her chest proudly.
"Phew, perfect," she says, grinning unrepentantly at them all. Her skin feels itchy and sunburnt, and she isn't quite sure why. "Now the materia is back in its rightful place."
"Hey." It's the guy with the stupidly big sword, wrinkling his nose at the beautiful sparkly spots of color she's just bestowed so graciously on him. He looks like a disgruntled chocobo when he does that, it is a terrible waste of his pretty ladyface - and it occurs to her with a sudden shock that that's him, that's the spikey-headed jerk, he was in her dreams...! - and he pokes at one of them with a gloved finger and frowns at her, all suspicious-like. "The placement of it is all messed up."
She is laughing so, so hard on the inside, but she is playing it cool and innocent, with a "Huh?" and a "Don't be so picky," when everything sort of jolts and slips sideways and upside-down and -
So, SOME people think it's funny to call perfectly nice, hardworking, cute girls evil and try to make them look bad, huh? Well, the joke's on them! (I am not naming any names, because I'M not a petty cheater who's changing all the rules after we agreed on them.)
And to prove that I'm not evil, and make this a fair contest again, [Materia takes a second to chew the end of her pencil unhappily. Oh, gawd, she really does need that money. Badly. Rent is coming up again, and...nnngh.] I'm donating the money to charity if I win, too.
The Hatchery can have it to get stuff for newborns. Nicer clothes and hot chocolate and all that stuff they were talking about a while back. 'Cause...newborns are important, and...nobody should have to feel scared or alone or not taken care of.
Happy now?
And to prove that I'm not evil, and make this a fair contest again, [Materia takes a second to chew the end of her pencil unhappily. Oh, gawd, she really does need that money. Badly. Rent is coming up again, and...nnngh.] I'm donating the money to charity if I win, too.
The Hatchery can have it to get stuff for newborns. Nicer clothes and hot chocolate and all that stuff they were talking about a while back. 'Cause...newborns are important, and...nobody should have to feel scared or alone or not taken care of.
Happy now?
[Somebody swiped a few colored pencils from a booth in the Bazaar for this entry. See the kind of effort she's putting into this? Take note, Night!]
[Scribbled in as an afterthought:]
Oh, and Night's gonna have one too but you don't wanna kiss him, I think he's got some kinda disease or something. I mean, seriously. No way was he born with that hair color. Grossness.
| Ladies and gentlemen! |
| This is it! Your once-in-a-lifetime chance to lock lips with the one and only princess of Scavengers, the fleeting shadow of the Fishbowl, the single white rose of the Scrapyard... |
| MATERIA! |
| Keep an eye out for the awesome kissing booth I'm gonna set up in the Bazaar next week! Only one coin per kiss! This totally awesome opportunity is never coming your way again, Sphere, so don't miss out while you can! (AND it's for a good cause!) |
[Scribbled in as an afterthought:]
Oh, and Night's gonna have one too but you don't wanna kiss him, I think he's got some kinda disease or something. I mean, seriously. No way was he born with that hair color. Grossness.
Hey --- has anybody seen King? Like...anywhere? He's not answering the journals, and I was [Pause.] thinking about him, and...
You know how we finished off his evil twin? I can't remember how. It's all mixed up and sideways, and there's other stuff missing, too, like I dunno how our date ended or how we got away that time I let the chocobos out...
[Her handwriting is getting rapidly more unsteady and hurried.]
What if there's other stuff I forgot? I don't know how I'd know! I was gonna double-check it with him but he's not coming to work, and Wolf isn't back yet, and I don't know what to do!
Just answer, you big stupid jerk! It isn't funny anymore!
You know how we finished off his evil twin? I can't remember how. It's all mixed up and sideways, and there's other stuff missing, too, like I dunno how our date ended or how we got away that time I let the chocobos out...
[Her handwriting is getting rapidly more unsteady and hurried.]
What if there's other stuff I forgot? I don't know how I'd know! I was gonna double-check it with him but he's not coming to work, and Wolf isn't back yet, and I don't know what to do!
Just answer, you big stupid jerk! It isn't funny anymore!
[It hadn't occurred to her until she read Kage's post about dates, but she hasn't heard a peep from a certain someone since she was reborn.]
Hey, King! Where've you been lately, anyway? The Scrapyard golems are gonna get all lonely and depressed and stuff if you don't show up to punch 'em around more often, it'll be totally tragic.
Hey, King! Where've you been lately, anyway? The Scrapyard golems are gonna get all lonely and depressed and stuff if you don't show up to punch 'em around more often, it'll be totally tragic.
[Her handwriting is carefully formed, all cheerful round letters.]
I'm back! ♥ Sorry if we worried anybody. We had some trouble on Crystala, but I'm okay now. Everything's okay.
Oh, and I remembered what the things in my dream are called! They're materia! So, yup - you can all call me Materia from now on! It's way prettier than "Marbles", that's for sure.
[Pause.]
Wolf didn't hatch with me this time, but the Hatchery staff are gonna keep an eye out for him and tell me as soon as he does! So, um, that's why he's not back at work yet. Just so you know. [Pause.] He'd better hurry, though. If he takes too long I might have to kick his butt! :)
I'm back! ♥ Sorry if we worried anybody. We had some trouble on Crystala, but I'm okay now. Everything's okay.
Oh, and I remembered what the things in my dream are called! They're materia! So, yup - you can all call me Materia from now on! It's way prettier than "Marbles", that's for sure.
[Pause.]
Wolf didn't hatch with me this time, but the Hatchery staff are gonna keep an eye out for him and tell me as soon as he does! So, um, that's why he's not back at work yet. Just so you know. [Pause.] He'd better hurry, though. If he takes too long I might have to kick his butt! :)
