selphie_t: (o hai up thar)
[Obtained key item: Selphie's journal.

She flicks on the video feed and looks at it with a genuinely curious look on her face. She's out of the loop for good reason but feels compelled to find out just what all she's missed. Forgive her if she seems a little shocked if you tell her something she doesn't know about.]


So... my journal kinda got hidden from me and I just found it today. Kiiiinda makes me wanna get a new one because somebody decided to hide it in his socks.

[She pinches her nose with her thumb and index finger before her face scrunches up.]

I guess there are some advantages to doing the laundry afterall! Well... other than the having clean clothes part but tell me what's going on around the village?

Other than the experiment. I know all about that.
selphie_t: (Er...)
[Cue a journal book falling onto the floor in Selphie's bedroom as she's finally decided to wake up. She's had the most wonderful dream the past couple of days about what she thinks her parents might've been like. They walked everywhere together, holding hands and there was lots of laughter and going to amusement parks and eating crepes and exploring everywhere! There were jungle gym climbing contests, lots of games of WAR (her favourite game) and so much more that Selphie can't quite recall everything just yet! But, it's just made her feel so happy.

The view from the journal is oddly enough of the underside of Selphie's bed which is full of all kinds of little knick-knacks she's found on her explorings of the shops. There's a maintenance kit for her nunchaku, a first aid kit (for obviously reasons. Clumsy Selphie is clumsy), boots, sandals, shoes and a small yellow notebook inside a shallow wooden basket.

If you listen carefully, Selphie begins to stir in her bed. A sleepy whine is first heard and then the heavy downpour comes over the speakers along with the faint sounds of curtains opening. Her voice is raspy sounding from lack of use over the past few days but eventually, it gets stronger.]


Wha...? It wasn't raining earlier... How did I get home...? [She crosses her room quickly and throws open the door.] Ceodore are you here again? Why didn't you wake me up?

[Her feet can be heard slapping against the floor a few minutes later after searching the entire apartment. She looks into the video feed with a half-sleepy, half-confused look on her face.]

I had the nicest dream but... um... [Cue progessively getting sheepisher voice!] what day is it?

[ooc: Is it safe to assume that one of the two people who found her napping in the market against her will would've taken her home eventually? o.o If not, shoot me a message, or leave an ooc comment and we can work something out or I can rewrite this post entirely! Lemme know what ya think!! :D btw, I totally made up sheepisher because it's probably not a real word at all. xD;; Brick me if you must! XD]

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