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A Place We Don't Call Home
Feb. 27th, 2011 11:07 am[She's been here a month now, maybe a little bit more, and the routine she is starting to settle into has been bothering Ruri. That with the added issue of her 'father' going absolutely batty about assumed assassins or midnight rendezvous has left her feeling a bit unhappy.
[Voice]
"Two things. First, someone announced yesterday that there was a spy in town but didn't state for who, then mentioned something about him pretending to be a sniper? While this doesn't make a lot of sense, if there is a spy, perhaps till we all find out who it is, it would be best not to use the phones for anything important."
"Second, for the people who have been here a while, and what you do doesn't fit into this world's views, is there some way or some place to get in touch with what makes you you without threat of retribution by the town?"
[Action A]
[In the morningish, Ruri will leave home, deliberately leaving the door unlocked and not setting up any barricades because that's stupid, head to the park and break a largish hole in the ice over the pond. After that she'll sit there with her eyes closed by the hole.]
[Action B]
[Its Sunday, and that generally means people will be in the church. While she won't be one of them, she will be looking about the gravestones outside for one that is so faded that it has no name.]
[Action C]
[Later in the day, after all government employee types should have left, she'll be near the post office, marking the street and mapping the area in her notebook. Normally she does this with a bland deadpan expression, but this she's doing much slower than her other mappings and almost looking like she's just going through the motions.]
[Voice]
"Two things. First, someone announced yesterday that there was a spy in town but didn't state for who, then mentioned something about him pretending to be a sniper? While this doesn't make a lot of sense, if there is a spy, perhaps till we all find out who it is, it would be best not to use the phones for anything important."
"Second, for the people who have been here a while, and what you do doesn't fit into this world's views, is there some way or some place to get in touch with what makes you you without threat of retribution by the town?"
[Action A]
[In the morningish, Ruri will leave home, deliberately leaving the door unlocked and not setting up any barricades because that's stupid, head to the park and break a largish hole in the ice over the pond. After that she'll sit there with her eyes closed by the hole.]
[Action B]
[Its Sunday, and that generally means people will be in the church. While she won't be one of them, she will be looking about the gravestones outside for one that is so faded that it has no name.]
[Action C]
[Later in the day, after all government employee types should have left, she'll be near the post office, marking the street and mapping the area in her notebook. Normally she does this with a bland deadpan expression, but this she's doing much slower than her other mappings and almost looking like she's just going through the motions.]
