Sheena Fujibayashi (
rose_of_battle) wrote in
paradisa2014-02-14 08:14 pm
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035 Summons ❈ Action & Text ❈ Backdated to the 13th
[Sheena is sitting in the garden with her Spoink, sketching a certain Truffula tree. Next to her are several more sketches of the sapling in various stages of growth--some with others (the Lorax, Ted, or Once-ler) in the scene. She had come to know just how much this tree means to all three of them and felt it only right that others here--now and in the future--know all about this sapling and what they did to help it survive and grow.
Sighing, she stops her sketching and looks ahead, her eyes slightly unfocused. Two of them have left, and she should be happy for them. And to an extent, she is. Ted's gone home to his friends and family, and the Once-ler... She can't forget what he had told her about being alone for so long until Ted had appeared in his life. No one should have to go through that, and although her friend had made it sound like it hadn't happened (or won't happen), she hopes he's wrong and others had shown up to help ease that solitude.
Setting aside her sketches, she picks up her journal and begins writing, asking a couple of questions that she herself can't really answer. Not anymore.]
If you could remember anything about this place when you go home, would you? Or if you could, knowing what's waiting for you when you get back, would you choose to stay here and leave your world behind?
[ooc: Open for action and responses through the journal.]
Sighing, she stops her sketching and looks ahead, her eyes slightly unfocused. Two of them have left, and she should be happy for them. And to an extent, she is. Ted's gone home to his friends and family, and the Once-ler... She can't forget what he had told her about being alone for so long until Ted had appeared in his life. No one should have to go through that, and although her friend had made it sound like it hadn't happened (or won't happen), she hopes he's wrong and others had shown up to help ease that solitude.
Setting aside her sketches, she picks up her journal and begins writing, asking a couple of questions that she herself can't really answer. Not anymore.]
If you could remember anything about this place when you go home, would you? Or if you could, knowing what's waiting for you when you get back, would you choose to stay here and leave your world behind?
[ooc: Open for action and responses through the journal.]

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He bent down behind her, kissing her cheek in uncle-like greeting. ]
You chose a lovely day to come outside.
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Hello, Uncle. Yes, it is nice out.
[She closes the journal so he doesn't see what's there.]
So, who is taking who for a walk? You, them? Or them, you?
[She knows how animals can be...]
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I think we both tend to walk each other. It at least makes them easier to manage inside, the little beasts.
[ It was said fondly though, watching the three play as he took his seat beside her, hands folding into his lap. ]
What are you doing out here? The gardens are not quite ready for enjoying spring blooms yet.
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[She chuckled.]
That sounds about right. You decide to take them out, and they lead. [She chuckled again as she watched the three play, her own smile fond as she watched the Spoink--like a parent and child--as Ashura sat down.]
I know, but there's more out here than just the flowers. [And she holds up one of her sketches.] I was drawing the Truffula Tree. [She turned to him, her eyes bright.]
Have you seen it, Uncle?
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Hmm, yes, when I have come out. It's a bit odd looking, but I never thought much of it.
[ He reached out to ask for the sketchook, having been unaware that Sheena liked to draw. She was quite good, in his estimation. ]
Do you like them then?
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[She hands over the sketchbook, her cheeks tinting pink at the request.]
Yeah, I like it. It's not like anything I've seen on my world, either. [She looks at a sketch, a smile of wonder on her face.] From what I gather, the tops can be different colors--like flowers.
So, I guess it's part tree, part flower...
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[ He flips through it quietly, admiring the sketches she has done. He enjoyed art, though had no great talent for it himself. ]
That's interesting. It is rather sad, then, that we have only the one to admire.
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Now. But like any plant, it'll probably drop seeds and we'll have more.
Of all colors.
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So we shall have ourselves something of a candy forest then, won't we?
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Something like that. I just hope people don't think they can be eaten...
[They could always make a sign: "Please Don't Eat the Trees".]
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I think that they shall know they are not for eating. I do not think many people look at trees and think "those will taste good".
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Sheena
Hello Sheena. I'm very glad to see-- [Hmm, see what, exactly? He will ask questions about her questions but he needs to do something else first.]
I'm very sorry for what happened. Thank you. For what you did, for your loyalty. It means a lot to me.
This Doctor--still written.
Emotionally...well, that's a bit up and down--mostly ranging in the "pensive" area.]
Hi, Doctor. You don't have to apologize for anything. You're my friend [and she's very loyal to her friends], and I'm the one who should be doing the apologizing. [A beat.] I'm sorry for what I did to you.
Are you all right?
Sheena
He frowns a moment at her text, wondering why she's not spoken yet. Her apology isn't needed but that she does, well, he recalls enough to know she was eager to help him.]
Not at all and I'm fine, thank you. Sheena, are you all right?
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There's a pause before she writes her answer as his question surprises her.]
I'm fine, Doctor. Why?
Sheena.
The thing is, as much as he's apologised to people already, it might not exactly be what the Mara did that he's apologising for.]
You're being very quiet. That's not usual, is it?
To answer your other question... I couldn't leave my world behind. There are people waiting for me. And as much as I would want to go back, being here... there's a lot to leave behind here too. [The people he has met. The friendships.]
This Doctor (Always)
[Sheena's usually obvious in her actions when it comes to her friends, so it's possible he does know. If not, she'll just have to tell him with a simple "you're my friend" again until he realizes just what those three words mean to her.
And she wouldn't know what else he'd have to apologize for.
Although she may have to apologize for making him worry. And says it--orally.
I'm sorry, Doctor. Writing forces me to think before I say something--which, you're right. It's not usual. [She laughs good-naturedly, because a noisy ninja?]
[But she grows quiet at his answer.]
It's not an easy question to answer is it? Even if you know you won't remember anyone when you go back.
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[It's better to hear her voice though.] It's all right. No, I didn't think it was usual. [Said with a trace of a smile in his voice.]
Precisely. I wouldn't want to forget.
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Gee, thanks. You didn't have to agree with me, you know. [Said oh-so-wryly and with a chuckle, so no hard feelings there.]
Neither would I... So, I'm doing something... [A pause.] Doctor, would you like to join me in the garden? I can show you what I'm doing.
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I'd be pleased to join you. Of course, I'm going to admit to some curiosity at what it is you're up to. Give me a minute or two, I shan't be a tick. [And with that, he is on the move.]
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Well, you won't satisfy that curiosity until you get here, now will you? [Because she's not going to tell him. La la la.]
Okay. I'll be here! Just look for a Spoink bouncing away. I'm right near it.
[Nice to be clear on that, huh?]
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