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[ DRAFT 12 ] For remembrance, for penitance...
[ OOC: The following open-comment log has been written in third person, as this is not a communicator-post. Please feel free to interrupt what she's doing, in comment-log style, or third, whichever you please. <3 ]
It had been weeks since Meth had completed rebuilding the temple on deck thirteen. She hadn't been back since, instead occupying herself with minor repairs around the ship. On any other day off, she might have kept to herself in the tree house on deck three, but today wasn't a typical day off for Meth.
Her steps were slow and even as she walked across the field of flowers, and in her hands, Meth carried two oversized tote bags, filled to capacity. On her off days, Meth was usually still in work clothes of some variety. She liked to carry small tools with her on the off chance she saw something small that needed fixing. Today, however, her usual garb had been replaced with something quite different. The voluminous pants she wore were made of a thick blue linen that cut short at her calves, and her sleeveless shirt swept across her chest to close in clasps down her side. Instead of heavy work boots, she wore simple flat sandals, leaving her bare feet to be tickled by the flowers as she made her way across the field.
At the entrance of the temple, Meth paused to set her bags down. She looked inside with her expression a mixture of solemnity and apprehension, and with a deep breath, stepped inside to begin.
It had been weeks since Meth had completed rebuilding the temple on deck thirteen. She hadn't been back since, instead occupying herself with minor repairs around the ship. On any other day off, she might have kept to herself in the tree house on deck three, but today wasn't a typical day off for Meth.
Her steps were slow and even as she walked across the field of flowers, and in her hands, Meth carried two oversized tote bags, filled to capacity. On her off days, Meth was usually still in work clothes of some variety. She liked to carry small tools with her on the off chance she saw something small that needed fixing. Today, however, her usual garb had been replaced with something quite different. The voluminous pants she wore were made of a thick blue linen that cut short at her calves, and her sleeveless shirt swept across her chest to close in clasps down her side. Instead of heavy work boots, she wore simple flat sandals, leaving her bare feet to be tickled by the flowers as she made her way across the field.
At the entrance of the temple, Meth paused to set her bags down. She looked inside with her expression a mixture of solemnity and apprehension, and with a deep breath, stepped inside to begin.
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...hello.
[She tilted her head to the opposite side, regarding the bird with some curiosity. Stranger still, she didn't feel immediately irritated at having her ritual interrupted.]
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What'cha doooin'~?
[He hops back and forth, observing the coals, the costume, Meth, the temple. Nothing escapes his beady gaze.]
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It's a ritual. A remembrance ritual.
[Meth didn't feel stupid talking to the bird, but she wasn't quite sure if he could answer. Probably not, or he would have by then.]
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I have no idea what you're talking about. Looks like a bonfire to me.
[Lenny floats to one of the totebags. Maybe the S'mores stuff is there?]
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Nothing in there, unless you were hoping to get packed away with all of my things once I'm done.
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[He settles into the bag, all comfy-cozy.]
Carry on!
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She headed toward Lenny and the bag, and picked up a handle in each hand.]
You can stay in the bag but you can't stay in the temple right now, I'm sorry.
[Carefully, she carried the bag and bird outside the temple, and set it down in the flowers.]
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That was fun. You're good at this! Wait...Did she just ditch me?
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