Selphie Tilmitt

[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.]

[The dream starts out plain enough. Selphie’s wandering through a large field of wildflowers. The sun is shining and there’s a gentle breeze blowing the sweet smell of flowers and petals toward her. Something about this field of flowers is familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time thanks to the Malnosso’s tampering. Small plumes of dandelion puffs take flight as she brushes past a bouquet of weeds. Regardless, she takes a few steps forward before the dream changes.

Now she’s standing in a hallway with students in school uniforms milling around her. These uniforms, like the field before her bring out a sense of familiarity as the perky brunette opts for shrugging this off. There’s no way that this is real, she’s thinking. She’s lived in Luceti her entire life, raised by loving parents. Looking down, Selphie’s wearing the same uniform as the rest of the students before she sees the faces of friends that she can’t quite put a name to the face of. She spots Irvine in the hall and stares at him in confusion when he tilts his hat to her. Zell comes next with an enthusiastic wave followed by Quistis, Squall and Rinoa.

Who are these people; she’s wondering as she steps forward again and the scene changes.

Now Selphie is being engulfed in flames as she immediately wakes up. Sitting bolt-upright in bed with a startled cry, she wraps her arms around herself protectively. What was that, she’s wondering before she slips out of bed and gets dressed. The rush of adrenaline the last fragment of her dream gave her means she won’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon. Grabbing her nunchaku, the perky brunette has slipped into her training clothes and heads for the Battle Dome to work through it in quiet. She doesn’t want to worry her family as she slips into her training boots and leaves her home quietly.

Or she’d try to anyway. In the process, she knocks open the journal as she starts talking to herself in a soft tone.]

What a weird dream...

[So after three days of trying to convince the clinic staff that she was fine, Selphie was finally released from the coop! It took her longer than usual to get back to the apartment in Community Housing 3 and even longer to make it to the third floor. By the time Selphie makes it to the door, she's fumbling with the keys before she opens the doors and tries to sneak in as quietly as possible. The perky brunette can't hold in the sneeze from the dust that's been collecting on the furniture.

That's odd... the place is usually spotless. Selphie swallows nervously before calling out. She places her journal and a bag with her ruined clothes on the table.]

Quisty? You home?

[Selphie's footsteps echo throughout the empty apartment before she throws open the door to Quistis' room and finds it empty of its contents including one of her best friends. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that won't go away.]

If this is a joke, it's not funny... and so not your style.

Quisty?

[Selphie looks up and sees that her journal's open and quickly slams the book shut, promptly ending the feed.]