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?]

[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.]

[Selphie is going to hear about this until the permanent hair dye decides to wash out. Unfortunately, she's also listening to the little devil on her shoulder as she's been busy with an evil prank of a project since early this morning.

See Ceodore, this is what happens when you get mallynapped for a month. Among other things upon your return that won't be mentioned.

You're getting your hair dyed the same shade as the wings you hate and it's going to stay there until you either shave your head or it washes out. So for now, as Ceodore sleeps away, his girlfriend is sitting on his lap washing out the last of the hair dye before she turns on the video feed on her journal.

She shows off the Prince's new hair colour and then flashes to his wings. Afterwards, she's booking it outside to burst into a good gale of laughter despite the chilly air outside. When she finally settles the journal on herself, she's got that impish curl about her lips that everyone in the village would be wise to fear before she's giving the journal a thumbs up.]

So everybody, whatcha think?

[The first thing people might hear coming out of this post is a little bit of humming coming through. It's a very cheerful sort of humming. The kind where the person doing the humming doesn't particularly care about rhythm, key, pitch or melody. Selphie's humming for the sake of humming and her perpetually good mood of the past week.

The morning is early when this post full of sunshine -- literally, she's decorated an entire page with idle doodles.]

Welcome to Luceti, Newbies!!!

This is for all of our New Feathers from this cycle. If you find yourself in need a hand, have some questions or just need a place to crash for the night, feel free to drop by the Welcome Centre. It's manned at all times during the cycles so there's always somebody here to help you out! There's myself -- Selphie's my name -- Rise, Emil, Rydia and Souji! Of course, if there's anyone else who wants to help out, your help is always more than appreciated!

Also, for those who are new, I suggest you take a read through the Guide that Miss Raine Sage has been maintaining. It'll tell you all sorts of things about the Village. Of course, we're a generally friendly bunch -- although we are splattered with a few grumps to level things out -- so don't hesitate to ask for help if you need it!

Thank you everybody! This is Selphie signing off!

Oh wait, wait a second! New Feather Party people! Get in here! We've got a party to start planning!

[ooc edit: If you can see the entry but can't comment to it, shoot me a pm and ask me to add your journal! I have this journal set up so that only people I have marked as a friend can comment to the entries because of the spambots. ^^;;]