Selphie Tilmitt

[Luceti, if you happen to live in or around Community House 1, then today is your lucky day! If you should just so happen to live on the sixth floor of said house then you may as well be winning the lottery. Or... as far as winning the lottery in Luceti is concerned anyway.

Selphie was looking for something to do and she's been loitering in the community kitchen on their floor and before long, the perky brunette has decided to take her first foray back into cooking. This is the same girl who back home wasn't allowed into a kitchen as a child because she only has a true talent for destroying pans and wasting food. Selphie is also the same girl who was exempted from home-ec without having to sign up for the course.

So why is she trying to cook today? Merely for the hell of it. She feels like experimenting and before long, she's zipped out of the building and down to the store for ingredients. She grabs whatever happens to be handy with reckless abandon and an excited look on her face. Her bags of food are dropped off in the kitchen before she's zooming into the apartment and grabbing the biggest bowl and baking pans she can find.

With that taken care of, the girl begins to pour anything and everything in the bowl and using her hands as mixing spoons. A splash of flour, half a bag of sugar, cayenne pepper, ginger, ponzu sauce, a generous amount of tobasco and this odd red sauce known as Frank's Red Hot.

Before long, her concoction is ready to go! It's poured into the pans and tossed into the preheated oven. She's feeling impatient and has heated the oven to 500ºF to get her creation cooking quickly.

Well... maybe that was a bit too fast as about fifteen minutes in, smoke can be seen wafting out of the sixth floor window. Selphie gawks at the disaster she's created, wishing she could use The End on it to make it all disappear but someone's bound to smell or see the smoke and wonder just what the heck she was up to. Without much further ado, Selphie has shut off the oven and opened the door to reveal some very ruined baking pans and a discovery for making charcoal.]

Uh oh...

[Her journal is open on the counter as clouds of smoke drift over the camera before an explosion can be heard in the background and bits of the uncharred, gloppy mess that she made go flying and coat the walls in the remains of her experiment. She's laughing sheepishly before she notices that her journal is recording the entire scene. Her face floods the screen and one can clearly see the charred bits of her cooking stuck in her hair. The young woman has that cheeky grin in place already.]

It's not what you think!

[And she shuts the journal.

Citizens of Luceti, whatever are you going to do?]

[Action for at the Schoolhouse!

Oh look fellow classmates, it's a chilly December morning and it's a little bit after classes have started and here comes Selphie barrelling down the pathway in vain to make it to classes on time. Honestly, the perky brunette is surprised she hasn't been given detention for the rest of her life because of it. Of course, if you ask her why she's late dear teacher, dear teacher, she just might flush a bright shade and stutter out something about oversleeping for the umpteenth time.

After school it's off to the Battle Dome for some training!

Action around Cloud Nine/Seventh Heaven

The person playing the piano isn't the best player in the world but she's a lot better than she used to be. One thing about being Frederic Chopin's student in piano was that you were guaranteed an excellent, patient teacher. At any rate, Selphie's had permission from Ginia for quite some time to use the piano in Cloud Nine for practicing purposes. Her school bag, nunchaku and training gear are on the floor by the bench of the piano in the club. She warms up with a Minuet in G Major by Haydn before moving onto something a bit more festive in the form of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Tchaikovsky. She'd found the piece in a book in the library and had spent quite a number of hours meticulously transcribing every little note, accidental and nuance of the iconic piece. She hasn't quite mastered Andante non troppo so it sounds choppy to say the least as she frowns at the sheet of music in front of her.

She'll be playing various little songs that she's learned for a good hour or so before packing up her belongings, closing the piano and leaving the night club. First she'll stop in to say to the guys in Seventh Heaven because she spends enough time lately to be known on a first name basis.

Afterwards, it's off to home for the day unless someone happens to stop her along the way. She'll be chipper as ever for many reasons but the cloud of gloom that hangs over the village some days doesn't seem to bother her in the least. She's Selphie for a reason.

Later in the evening, after she's settled down in her favourite chair with a cup of hot chocolate (not the Victorian variety but just as good) she opens her journal to finally deliver some news that she should've said quite some ago but she had to take the time to work it through with herself first.]

I don't think many of you got to know them this time around but Squall, Irvine and Rinoa have been sent home again. It was nice to see them again and if the Malnosso even think of bringing any of them back a third time, I'm blowing them all up to smithereens!

[And this citizens of Luceti is why you should never let Selphie have anything that explodes.]