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entrancelogs2016-07-18 05:27 pm
mourning_ghost) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-18 05:27 pm
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Who: Nageki Fujishiro and You
Where: The library or the kitchen
When: 7/15 - 7/18
Rating: PG
Summary: During the event, Nageki continues to go about her normal routine.
The Story:
[She wakes up when the sun rises every morning and preens her feathers. It's probably a pointless effort. Her feathers won't get messed up no matter what she does anymore and she no longer has to worry about health risks. But she has the extra time so she might as well do this. It doesn't take long for her to finish grooming herself anyway. When Nageki is ready to go, she takes her topaz from it's hiding place and keeps it on her person as she goes about her day.
Her first stop is the kitchen. She still isn't a good cook. In life her body had been too weak to do even that much, but she is slowly learning. Most days, she decides to just cook rice. It's easy to make and she knows how much she'll need throughout the day. Rather, how little she'll need. Nageki doesn't have much of an appetite. Her choice of beverage - tea - she could make with her eyes closed. Whatever food she doesn't need goes into the fridge for someone else to use or for Wonderland to dispose of as it chooses.
The library is her next stop and where she spends the rest of her day. It's all too easy for her to forget how quickly time passes under ordinary circumstances; she's guaranteed to not notice once she's buried herself within a book. Her only measurement comes from how many she's read. When she's not tucked away in a corner, far from where Wonderland's other residents normally tread, Nageki can be found roaming the shelves in search for the next book to lose herself within. Her current choice is mystery; specifically Agatha Cristie. Only when the light outside become black does Nageki stop and retire to her room, leaving through the nearest window. Some nights, nightmares wake her up and, on those nights, she quietly returns to the library with a small flashlight to read by.]
(OOC: Will match prose or brackets.)
Where: The library or the kitchen
When: 7/15 - 7/18
Rating: PG
Summary: During the event, Nageki continues to go about her normal routine.
The Story:
[She wakes up when the sun rises every morning and preens her feathers. It's probably a pointless effort. Her feathers won't get messed up no matter what she does anymore and she no longer has to worry about health risks. But she has the extra time so she might as well do this. It doesn't take long for her to finish grooming herself anyway. When Nageki is ready to go, she takes her topaz from it's hiding place and keeps it on her person as she goes about her day.
Her first stop is the kitchen. She still isn't a good cook. In life her body had been too weak to do even that much, but she is slowly learning. Most days, she decides to just cook rice. It's easy to make and she knows how much she'll need throughout the day. Rather, how little she'll need. Nageki doesn't have much of an appetite. Her choice of beverage - tea - she could make with her eyes closed. Whatever food she doesn't need goes into the fridge for someone else to use or for Wonderland to dispose of as it chooses.
The library is her next stop and where she spends the rest of her day. It's all too easy for her to forget how quickly time passes under ordinary circumstances; she's guaranteed to not notice once she's buried herself within a book. Her only measurement comes from how many she's read. When she's not tucked away in a corner, far from where Wonderland's other residents normally tread, Nageki can be found roaming the shelves in search for the next book to lose herself within. Her current choice is mystery; specifically Agatha Cristie. Only when the light outside become black does Nageki stop and retire to her room, leaving through the nearest window. Some nights, nightmares wake her up and, on those nights, she quietly returns to the library with a small flashlight to read by.]
(OOC: Will match prose or brackets.)