Day 138 ;; Open

[forhyrule]

Who: Princess Mopesalot Zelda and OPEN
Open: Open
When: Day 138
Where: the Memorial
What: Zelda is paying her respects and being lost in thought again
Format: Action
Warnings: Zilch

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[ Zelda had finally left the hospital a couple days ago and taken her scant belongings to one of the empty apartment rooms instead. Rather than lay abed for the entire day, Zelda was forcing herself to develop some sort of daily routine. It began when the cloudiness of "nighttime" subsided, at which time Zelda went to the memorial to pray. ]

[ There were no relics related to Hyrulean religion for Zelda to pray to, but she prayed anyway, kneeling solemnly. After her prayers, she sat on a wooden bench and began to write in a blank diary she had picked up at the Lost and Found. Anyone who sees her writing will be unable to read such a strange language. ]

[ Please interrupt her, whether during prayer or while she writes. ]

Comments

[ourlegends]

[ Hilda found herself wandering to the memorial fairly often when she didn't know what else to do with herself. She had dealt with the same problem back in Vatheon, and had found oftentimes that wandering around the city had helped a little bit ... and this time, as usual, it seemed to be helping to ease her wanderlust a little.

Usually when she came here, she didn't see anyone. Today, though, there was a woman on a bench. Given the nature of this place, meeting the new people that arrived here generally seemed to be a good idea. With this in mind, she approached the new woman, stopping a bit short of her with a smile.

Introducing herself was always awkward, no matter how many times she had done it ... ]

Uh ... hi.

[ That was lame. So lame. So very lame. God Hilda, be more socially awkward. ]

[hellpyre]

[Rin was also out of the hospital, though thanks to Tris' help she had been for a few days already. It felt good to not be cooped up in bed feeling utterly awful and unable to get warm unless it was under about three pounds of covers. She could never, ever get sick again and her life would be just fine for it.

She was taking a break from kitchen work when she spotted Zelda from behind, the familiar movement of a hand scribbling across paper catching her attention. She'd sat in enough classrooms and stared at enough students from behind to recognize it easily.

Curious, she shifted closer quietly, trying to get a peek over without causing an actual interruption. As to be expected, though, what little bit of the writing she could see wasn't translated at all and just appeared as unknown markings to the girl.

Her tail swayed a little, and a soft 'hm' escaped her without the chance to stop it, probably easily heard given how close she was standing.]

[lamentingly]

[ Despite himself, Gohan had developed a daily routine to keep his mind off of things. It involved heading out to the Skyway, and keeping his skills sharp by fighting whatever monsters he happened across. He also tried to keep an eye out for the monsters that were a bit more edible for consumption. As such, whenever he came back from his trips to the Skyway, he always returned with a number of dead monsters to cook over his campfire.

He still didn't really communicate with that many people, and a part of it was that he didn't want to make connections that he would end up inevitably losing. It was a terrible way to think, but after coping with the idea of everyone he loved and cared about being gone for good... well, one didn't get over that in one night.

Once he set the bodies down on his campsite, Gohan didn't waste any time propping them up on sticks. He let the bodies cook over the fire, with a few smaller monster chunks propped up on smaller sticks so they would cook faster. However, with his campsite being on the east side of the Bastion, he couldn't help but notice the person entering the memorial. And although he was content to simply let them be, figuring they must've been busy... curiosity eventually won out, and he couldn't help but enter the memorial.

He wasn't really sure why he'd let the curiosity get to him. Maybe he was starting to get lonely, and could've used the company. Nonetheless, he offering her a small monster shish-kebab as he approached her, as well as a sheepish smile. ]

... Hungry?

[bastionpc]

[Serena is respectful enough to wait until Zelda is writing to interrupt her. She would not dare interrupt a prayer.]

Is there anything I can assist you with?

[wayofvoice]

[Paarthurnax can't exactly fit into the Memorial for... obvious reasons, but he still peers in now and then simply out of curiosity. He recalls seeing this newcomer some time ago, but they've never spoken.]

Drem yol lok. I hope I do not disturb you.

Forever late, to give them a little bit of reason to talk at the festival-

[notduchess]

[ Okay, so Duke usually doesn't wander through here very often, but a new face got a moment of curiosity, and the knight had to look about the place as well.

... That is a lot of names (Duke assumed they were names, they went in pairs with a small space, but it wasn't a language the knight could read). Well, curiosity dampened, the knight turns to look at the one who had sparked curiosity in the first place. Such plain colored hair on a Krityan was the clearly incorrect thought, because there was a distinct lack of antennae.

The writing, on the other hand, in the journal also looks interesting. Don't mind the white haired knight, miss, Duke is just trying not to loom quite so much and take a look. ]

Huh. Less angular than what I'm used to, but more pieces...

[ ... Duke looks slightly embarrassed after that. Yeah, totally attempting to 'read over her shoulder'. ]