[Ah, how tragic! Fenimore has been cast from her home by her closest friend, banished to wander through Luceti alone! Oh woe! Oh, the injustice ( Read more... )

[Fenimore's spent much of the morning walking the road between the shops and house 34, ferrying large bottles that she's filled with every bead she can get her hands on. She's walking quickly, or as quickly as her fairly short legs will allow, and her expression is purposeful. Before it starts raining, she can be found struggling to transport a ( Read more... )

[The post begins with a soft, scarcely audible thump: the falling journal's trip from atop a table was cushioned by landing on something soft. It was still jarring enough to flip it open and begin recording, though. The light is just dim enough that one could probably tell that there is a candle atop the table that Fenimore is trying to steady ( Read more... )

[Action]

[Ever since Shirley disappeared to another dimension, Fenimore hasn't been getting much sleep. The previous night hasn't been an exception, as she spends most of it tossing in her bed. Eventually, in the wee hours of the morning before it's even light out--possibly even just a few minutes before everyone returns from the Closed Space and ( Read more... )

[Fenimore hasn't been paying attention to the talk of Valentine's day. Not knowing the details, it seemed like that "Christmas" thing that people had suddenly all been talking about not long after she arrived. She might have been a little more interested if she had bothered to find out the details of this one, but it automatically checked the "does ( Read more... )

[Night. That secret time known only villains and those who fight them for the sake of justice. And internet addicts. High above the sleeping village, a new heroine waits, ever vigilant. Soon, the first tendrils of darkness deeper than night will wrap around the unsuspecting citizens. Metaphorically. Probably. Anyway, she would be ready ( Read more... )

[There are stains showing up on the journal. And they're red. Is--is that blood?!

...No, it seems to be strawberry jam. It looks like, sometime after this thread, Fenimore ran out of patience, nicked a couple of not-quite-ready strawberry tarts while Shirley was busy with the next set, and fled ( Read more... )

[Written/Accidental Voice]

[Fenimore is still not very adept with the journal system, so she spent about ten minutes trying to turn on the voice feature before eventually giving up. Unbenownst to her, though, she actually did turn it on, so the following is a mixture of voice (normal text) and written (italics).]

[sigh] This isn't working. ( Read more... )

[Accidental Action]

[Anyone around the outskirts of Luceti's village today might notice a girl wandering around, avoiding high traffic areas. There are three reasons that they might notice her ( Read more... )

( So, I'll have to teach you what friends are like. You'll like it. )