Entry tags:
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Who: Zelda (
hylights) & open
What: comings and goings in October
When: throughout October
Where: various places
Warning(s): none for now
a. the fabric store
[It had been a mercy, working in a store that wasn't in the main marketplace. But the effects of the bomb spread everywhere - even into the minds of Zelda's boss and her clients. It wasn't more than a day after the bomb went off that people started coming in looking for fabric to wear over their nose and mouth, protection against any further gas explosions. At first they just sold offcuts, but then Ryni got a gleam in her eye.
That's how Zelda found herself stitching little facemasks out of spare fabric every day. She scowls about it at first, because it feels opportunistic. The shopkeeper won't be gainsaid, though, and so she puts on a reasonably neutral face. It always changes to a smile when someone comes in - maybe it's you, and she's greeting you with what sounds like a common refrain:]
Welcome - are you looking for fabric for clothing, or for a mask?
b. the institute
[Zelda would be eternally grateful to Charles for allowing her to work alongside him in the Institute. It had been a frustrating couple of days, lurking around the doors like a lost child, asking anyone who passed whether they would let her study a gas sample. It turns out that people don't much like being accosted by a very enthusiastic Hylian girl who insists she knows what she's talking about.
After a few days, she becomes engrossed in one particular book from the library, and then she engrosses herself in it. Anyone walking in will find Zelda with her nose barely an inch away from the book, muttering as she reads the tiny font.]
It sounds similar... could it be the same?
c. the marketplace
[Of course, life does have to go on, and that means buying goods. Zelda returns to the market every few days, carefully edging past groups of gossiping merchants to find the wares she's really interested in. She collects vegetables and bread, and occasionally does errands for her boss.
Sometimes though her preoccupation with research gets the better of her, and she keeps reading her notebook even while in the market. It results in more than one unfortunate bump into a passerby.]
Oh! My apologies.
[At least she's contrite about it.]
d. wildcard
[If you want to run into Zelda somewhere else, feel free to top level or message me on
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What: comings and goings in October
When: throughout October
Where: various places
Warning(s): none for now
a. the fabric store
[It had been a mercy, working in a store that wasn't in the main marketplace. But the effects of the bomb spread everywhere - even into the minds of Zelda's boss and her clients. It wasn't more than a day after the bomb went off that people started coming in looking for fabric to wear over their nose and mouth, protection against any further gas explosions. At first they just sold offcuts, but then Ryni got a gleam in her eye.
That's how Zelda found herself stitching little facemasks out of spare fabric every day. She scowls about it at first, because it feels opportunistic. The shopkeeper won't be gainsaid, though, and so she puts on a reasonably neutral face. It always changes to a smile when someone comes in - maybe it's you, and she's greeting you with what sounds like a common refrain:]
Welcome - are you looking for fabric for clothing, or for a mask?
b. the institute
[Zelda would be eternally grateful to Charles for allowing her to work alongside him in the Institute. It had been a frustrating couple of days, lurking around the doors like a lost child, asking anyone who passed whether they would let her study a gas sample. It turns out that people don't much like being accosted by a very enthusiastic Hylian girl who insists she knows what she's talking about.
After a few days, she becomes engrossed in one particular book from the library, and then she engrosses herself in it. Anyone walking in will find Zelda with her nose barely an inch away from the book, muttering as she reads the tiny font.]
It sounds similar... could it be the same?
c. the marketplace
[Of course, life does have to go on, and that means buying goods. Zelda returns to the market every few days, carefully edging past groups of gossiping merchants to find the wares she's really interested in. She collects vegetables and bread, and occasionally does errands for her boss.
Sometimes though her preoccupation with research gets the better of her, and she keeps reading her notebook even while in the market. It results in more than one unfortunate bump into a passerby.]
Oh! My apologies.
[At least she's contrite about it.]
d. wildcard
[If you want to run into Zelda somewhere else, feel free to top level or message me on
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It's true what you say - everyone here is so different from what we know. I must admit-- [And she laughs a little, self-consciously.] --that I kept approaching those with ears like mine, expecting them to be Hylian. Only none of them ever were.
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I was the same! I would ask all of them if they were Hylians, but no one ever knew what I was talking about. [She shakes her head and smiles faintly, moving away so she can explore the apartment a little more.]
Still...I'm sure they'll wake up sooner or later. We'll show them how well we've done in the meantime.
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They certainly didn't. I've had people ask if I'm an elf before too. I must assume some of us look very similar.
[She trails after Mipha, moving to the window and pushing aside the gauzy curtain.]
Yes. We're setting a good example for them. I have thought about writing some kind of guide for those who wake up, so they don't feel so lost as we did.
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She looks a little surprised at Zelda's idea, though, in reflection, she shouldn't be. A decision like that was exactly something she'd be interested in doing, and Mipha smiles.]
I think that would be a wonderful idea. It's a lot to take in and get used to--Having something that could answer most of their questions from the beginning would be a great help to them. If anyone could compile the information together, I'm sure you could.
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[Not nearly as distinctive as Mipha; maybe a few levels down. Letting the curtain fall back across the window, she nods to the other princess.]
I think it would help us have more ownership over what happens here as well. We can lead by example.