Second Incision [Action/Written]

[removeimpurity]

[WRITTEN]

[Early in the morning, a neatly written message appears in the journals.]





[Then, a small while later, she writes out another two messages -- filtered rather poorly.]

[Filtered to Helios and Robert | 5%]




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[ACTION]

[Later that afternoon, Syre can be seen about the plaza -- more specifically, around the stores, looking for decorations for her apartment, along with beakers and other scientific equipment.]

[At various points throughout the day, however, she will be hanging around the fountain and the steps of the library -- waiting for someone, perhaps?]

Comments

[voice]

[removeimpurity]

Ah, I suppose that's true. ...As long as such things aren't a common occurrence, I think I can handle it.

[...]

Oh? When did you arrive here?

[voice]

[trollkiller]

Don't worry. If they are a common occurrence, I won't hold it against you.

[But he'll probably tease her about it forever, and his tone of voice might suggest as much. He is totally a great friend.]

I think I got here about a month ago now.

[voice]

[removeimpurity]

Huh. That's around the time I arrived.

...what a coincidence. [The sound of writing filters through the journal. Yes, she's taking notes.]

[voice]

[trollkiller]

I guess that makes the both of us Not-Quite-New Feathers, then. I don't think I've run into very many of those yet.

[...well, besides the one he hadn't heard from in a while. He wonders what Hartia is up to.]

[voice]

[removeimpurity]

[There's more writing, before she speaks up.]

Nor have I. I wonder where they are?

[voice]

[trollkiller]

Oh, around, I bet. I can't imagine so many people being sent home so soon.