Selphie Tilmitt

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[It's a snowy day in Luceti isn't it? It appears to also appears to be the perfect opportunity for a little mischief as Selphie -- dressed completely in white -- has taken it upon herself to spread a little winter fun in the form of some relatively harmless snowballs being thrown at whoever decides to pass by. Someone's bound to catch her eventually though and they are perfectly free to exact revenge to their hearts content. Really... Selphie's like a kid sometimes and she just can't help herself. Be thankful she isn't aiming for people's heads though.

When she does get caught though -- or she jumps/falls off the roof -- She'll be running around welcoming all the new people that she sees to Luceti. She may not be a volunteer at the Welcome Center anymore but she still feels that it's important to make people feel welcome in a place that is likely to be their new home for quite some time. If you happen to know her well enough, feel free to question why she's not a volunteer at the Welcome Center anymore. Just... don't be surprised if she doesn't tell you why. It's a bit of a personal matter.

When she gets home to House 15, Selphie opens up her journal and addressess the village as a whole.]

Did we suddenly just get another New Feather Cycle or has the current one just not ended yet? All these new people just showed up out of nowhere and well...

Ah, it's not that big a deal!

Anywho! In case I missed you, Welcome to Luceti!

[Oh Selphie is not happy, not impressed and royally pissed off. She'd planned on cooking a big dinner for Ceodore and everybody and then the porn happened.

Porn.

So sadly, Selphie is a little out of sorts right now and in need of a good talking down. Someone be a dear and help with that? She opens up her journal and snaps the following.]

Boys suck!

The end.

[And then the journal is slammed shut and thrown across the room.]

[Another month in Luceti and here comes another draft. Close quarters combat to boot. This is something that Selphie's got a bit of experience with but she's not really that tactician type which she will be more than happy to leave to those who are better at that thing.]

So, we've got another draft upon us and if it's gonna be in a mine, we're all gonna be in really tight quarters. So I've been thinking since the post went up if we maybe we could split everybody off into groups. There should be a good mix of people who blunt force objects and those who are good with hand-to-hand combat in them. It might be better to capture them than to kill them outright.

So who's good at what exactly? I know we've got a good chunk of mages around here but we've got lots of melee fighters too! Let's just start talking things through so we're not running around like Chocobo's with our heads cut off.

[It had taken a fair bit of convincing but in the end, Selphie had found herself seated on a high stool in front of the computer for the Battle Dome busily programming in something that would help her get back on her feet. An X-Potion had taken care of the worst of her injuries but it still left her ankle in a state where she couldn't put a lot of weight on it without her having to hop about on one foot which a certain pricely Lucetian who shall remain nameless wouldn't allow in the least.

When she was finished with the computer, an olympic sized swimming pool like the one in Trabia Garden had been programmed and Selphie was happily swimming some strength back into her ankle with the aid of a flutter board. It was the safest way to get some strength back into her ankle without putting any weight on it at all. Really though, it was just nice to be outside of the apartment again for a little bit. She'd never done well with just sitting still and she knew that just resting her ankle wouldn't help it at all.

Eventually though, Selphie's back in the apartment, curled up in an overstuffed easychair with her ankle propped on a foot stool to rest it for awhile. She opens her journal and rests it in her lap before breaking her communication silence as she stares out at the snow flakes that are happily dancing through the air. What she wouldn't give for a cup of hot chocolate at the moment.

She presses the voice button and greets Luceti with every ounce of cheer in her body. Yep, she's in a very good mood today for a few reasons. Two of them happen to be people by the names of Sanji and Allen so congrats lads.]

Isn't the snow lovely? Well... not if you're a New Feather but otherwise, isn't it pretty?

But anyway, that's not my point! If anybody has been wanting a swimming pool for year round use, wait no longer! I programmed one into the Battle Dome computer today and everybody's welcome to use it! There's lots of pool toys in there too so use it a lot during the winter.

Also, it's really good for helping to strengthen up an injury without having to put any weight on it and for Ami's swimming lessons as well. It really is for everyone in the village! The name of the program is Pool so it should be super mega easy to find as well.

And speaking of our New Feathers, how's everybody settling in?

[Selphie's opted to open her journal for one reason only. She woke up to her favourite thing in the world even though she's on her way to school this chilly november morning but regardless, she's opening her journal right when she spots the droids heading in her direction.]

Can't you dimwits leave me the hell alone? I'm not going with you!

[Cue the signs of all the struggle in the world. Nunchaku is a flailing and filial magic is heard. She thought that they were done kidnapping them just as they gain the upper hand on her. Powerful thunder based magic crackles through the air before Selphie's falling to the ground thanks to an unsuspected hit with a tranquilizer dart.]

[Enough! Enough is enough! There's just too much sadness going around Luceti right now and it doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Selphie feels like she has to do something about it. She doesn't trust her voice right now to say much of anything because the loses have gotten to her as well. Instead, she'll take to the paper in a similar way she did for Archie the other day.

First things, a good three-quarters in taken up solely by brightly coloured pictures. Trains, Sailboats, those red velvet cupcakes they have at the bakery, anything and everything that comes to mind. Then, she pulls out a pen and her bubbly looking penmanship flows over the page.]

I know that we've all been through a lot and we have reasons to hate this place but think about it this way. If we hadn't been brought to Luceti, we wouldn't have met each other. We wouldn't have learned the things that we've learned and we never would've known that our spirit can't be broken no matter what they do to us. It might shake us all up and have us wanting to give up but we can't do that.

As long as we're grateful for the friendships we've forged and the things we've all learned from each other, the Malnosso can never break us. So tell me guys, what's something that you've learned from another person while in Luceti that you would have never learned at home? For example, Sanji taught me how to cook and Giles introduced me to Romeo and Juliet.

So come on! Don't be shy!
♥ Selphie

Dear Luceti,

You all are humbly invited to Luceti's next big shindig! The Welcome Centre staff, in cooperation with Mister Frederic Chopin, are going to be hosting a joint party! Not only will it be a New Feather Party but it'll also be a party to celebrate the play that will be performed on Sunday!

PS: I'm the stage manager!

Anyway! The party will be held in the School's Cafeteria with a fantasy theme this Sunday, September 18th following the end of the play! Everybody's welcome to attend and please feel free to bring all of your friends!

That's it for now, Luceti! Hope to see you all there!

Yours truly,
Selphie

[Selphie's been safely returned from the draft despite the fact that the fighting and sudden shift back into the village has taken every ounce of energy she had in her system right back out. She remembers arriving near the fountain and sitting down before passing out. She remembers someone picking her up but not the name of who had done it. She'll see the sandwich on the bedside table and smiles softly at the gesture. Whoever it was, Selphie owes them a world of thanks for their thoughtfulness.

This incident was approximately fourteen hours ago as Selphie sits up far too quick for her sore and protesting body. She falls back into her bed and lays there for a good half hour or so before taking another, slower shot at moving around. She's stiff as a board from the intensity of the mission as she goes through a series of stretches to help releave some of her discomfort. A couple ibuprofen will further help with aches before a shower and the munching of a sandwich is had.

She settles back into bed as she reaches for her journal. She knows that she's tired and overdid it in every way possible but the perky brunette doesn't regret her actions in the least. She doesn't have a clue where Ceodore is but sincerely hopes that he's okay. Between him and Archie, they've given her quite the scare and the look on her face shows it plainly. She doesn't bother hiding it behind a faked smile this time. Selphie doesn't like it in the least but she knows that there's nothing to be done about it.]

So tired... I'll be going back to sleep soon.

Has everybody made it back to the village okay? How're things in the village right now? And... who brought me home? Thank you to whoever you are.

Now then... can somone tell me where Archie, Ceodore and Mister Hornblower have wound up?

And uh... if anybody decides to come calling, you'll have to let yourself in. Community Building 3, first floor, room four. Just... ignore the mess right now.

Right... anywho... time for some more sleep. I'm bushed.

[After spending most of the day as a small child and after having been put to bed for the night, Selphie wakes up with a start. She feels constricted with the smaller clothing on and claws it before she breathe freely again. She wraps a blanket around herself and goes out in search of a journal or Lucy. She needs clothes. Her clothes. Or clothes that fit so she can sleep comfortably. She'd been running around the village all day and was dead tired because of it.

But first, she has some Navymen to filter some messages to.]

[Filtered to Archie Kennedy - 90% unhackable]

Thank you, Archie.

Filtered to Horatio Hornblower - 90% unhackable]

Anytime you wanna set up those traps to catch Archie, let me know!

[End filters]

So, five days as a little kid... it was fun even if I didn't remember anybody. I do know now though. Also, did anyone manage to successfully a certain special someone of mine from brooding himself into a pit of doom? Alrighty, Luceti. I've been effectively gone for two weeks so what've I missed?

And thanks to everybody who played with me this week! I had a blast but I'm going back to bed.

But... could someone bring me some clothes please?

[So the battle dome was closed for various reasons. This didn't really bother Selphie that much as she backtracks through the village toward the Barracks to go through some of her drills on the practice dummies.

Or that was the plan before she spotted the droids off in the distance. Her journal was back in the house as she took off at a dead run down the pathways that would lead into village. At least if she did end up joining the list of lab rats at the Malnosso labs, she'd make enough for everyone to hear about it. As she neared the fountain and concentrated with all her might on focusing Faeren's magic toward the droids with a bit of success. A small area of the earth around the fountain opens up into a chasm as she tries to drop the droids into the pit but it's not much avail as they easily dodge her attempt.

She would use stocked magic from home if she had any left but for now, she'd loose her nunchaku from its holster and barrage the closest droid to the best of her ability before the trio of robots surround her and take the girl out with ease before she staggers forward into the closest droid from overexertion. Her nunchaku rolls out of her limp hand remains at the edge of the fountain for someone to find.]