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WHO: Haru Okumura and you!
WHERE: The town, and everywhere else.
WHEN: Catch-all for June.
WHAT: A few open prompts! But people are also free to make their own.
WARNINGS: Mentions of animal and human death, probably.
action: june 3rd through 10th.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
With a smile, she'll look up and wave at whoever happens across her path, but when glances catch--
She's a child again, with stubby arms and little legs hidden underneath a dress that seems more frill than anything, constantly running, bandaids perpetually at her shins, hair still a mess of fluff. Back then, their house hadn't been quite so big but Father was home more often, his bushy brows set over a smile that stretches his cheeks.
"What are you doing, Haru?"
At their sitting room's coffee table, Haru has strewn around papers and calculators. There's even a clipboard, although nothing is attached to it. Stuffed animals sit around the table. Every single one of them is wearing a tie, although they're not properly tied in the slightest.
"I'm having a business meeting."
Her father laughs and kisses the top of her head, and the memory ends.
... Letting out a gasp, Haru's expression nearly buckles into something stricken, before composing into a much simpler sadness. Very faintly, some tears line her lower eyelashes, scattering only on a forced blink. She doesn't attempt eye contact a second time. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Of course, no one else has seen what she's seen. Merely, a young woman becoming emotional at the drop of a hat. ]
action: the rest of the time.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
Wait, didn't we do this already?
This time, though, there are no painful memories. Probably. ]
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[ user: #ED2939 - open posting! ]
I was hoping people could tell me what their favourite food is! I'd be very grateful.
wildcard.
( Whatever else your heart desires! For plotting, I can be found at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
propast c: )
WHERE: The town, and everywhere else.
WHEN: Catch-all for June.
WHAT: A few open prompts! But people are also free to make their own.
WARNINGS: Mentions of animal and human death, probably.
action: june 3rd through 10th.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
With a smile, she'll look up and wave at whoever happens across her path, but when glances catch--
She's a child again, with stubby arms and little legs hidden underneath a dress that seems more frill than anything, constantly running, bandaids perpetually at her shins, hair still a mess of fluff. Back then, their house hadn't been quite so big but Father was home more often, his bushy brows set over a smile that stretches his cheeks.
"What are you doing, Haru?"
At their sitting room's coffee table, Haru has strewn around papers and calculators. There's even a clipboard, although nothing is attached to it. Stuffed animals sit around the table. Every single one of them is wearing a tie, although they're not properly tied in the slightest.
"I'm having a business meeting."
Her father laughs and kisses the top of her head, and the memory ends.
... Letting out a gasp, Haru's expression nearly buckles into something stricken, before composing into a much simpler sadness. Very faintly, some tears line her lower eyelashes, scattering only on a forced blink. She doesn't attempt eye contact a second time. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Of course, no one else has seen what she's seen. Merely, a young woman becoming emotional at the drop of a hat. ]
action: the rest of the time.
[ Although her favourite place is the garden, there are few places Haru wouldn't wander to. Even though to distrcts bluo and flavo when the mood calls for it, although they're not her home, or through to the well, or skirting the edge of the forest - for all she knows not to venture into that last one.
Wait, didn't we do this already?
This time, though, there are no painful memories. Probably. ]
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[ user: #ED2939 - open posting! ]
I was hoping people could tell me what their favourite food is! I'd be very grateful.
wildcard.
( Whatever else your heart desires! For plotting, I can be found at
#ffff99 - text
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[ Well, eventually. ]
For now, I'm just trying to get a sense of what produce people like.
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[ this concept is baffling O: ]
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Nevermind. Just don't put yourself into extra strain or feel guilty over anything you can't make here.
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Oh, don't worry. I don't intend to make this too hard on myself.
If you would like to answer my question, I'd be very grateful.
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