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30th Teddy Bear [Action/Written]
[Action // Thursday, September 22nd]
[It's been eight days since her father left, and despite her searching, she hasn't found him. But this was Luceti. He was here even though he couldn't be back home, so obviously he'd just reappear here again, like mama did! With this knowledge firmly in place, and when school would begin--after a few days of staying home, courtesy of a worried mother--she would carefully sneak around after class was over to survey the forest nearby the building. Not enter it. But listen and squint into the dimness of it.
He might be there. They don't know. Just because all of his stuff went away... maybe the robots took it all, too!
Sleeping in mother's room is a must, for now. For both of them. It makes it a little easier, having someone to hug in the mornings or bitter earlier hours.
She answers the door with a determined sort of look on her face, but it falls instantly when she sees who it is. It's not your faults, really. She's still happy to see you, and the small, shy smile a few moments later says as much. It's just... not what she was hoping for. And then, sitting outside became a habit. Well, it was always important on her list of things to do—to sit on the porch and draw or play. Playing can wait. Just for a few more days. Papa might show up. Gotta stay vigilant. No time for journals, or anything like that, right?
... M-maybe just a little journaling. But nothing new. No... she can go back to old entries and look at them again. Any tears? Well... She cried a little, when it first happened. But crying now would be bad. Shikamaru said it, he told her before when she ripped her doll:
Crying didn't fix anything.
So. She would try not to cry. Even if it was... growing harder not to.]
[Written]
papa
wen you com back
plees com home.
[It's been eight days since her father left, and despite her searching, she hasn't found him. But this was Luceti. He was here even though he couldn't be back home, so obviously he'd just reappear here again, like mama did! With this knowledge firmly in place, and when school would begin--after a few days of staying home, courtesy of a worried mother--she would carefully sneak around after class was over to survey the forest nearby the building. Not enter it. But listen and squint into the dimness of it.
He might be there. They don't know. Just because all of his stuff went away... maybe the robots took it all, too!
Sleeping in mother's room is a must, for now. For both of them. It makes it a little easier, having someone to hug in the mornings or bitter earlier hours.
She answers the door with a determined sort of look on her face, but it falls instantly when she sees who it is. It's not your faults, really. She's still happy to see you, and the small, shy smile a few moments later says as much. It's just... not what she was hoping for. And then, sitting outside became a habit. Well, it was always important on her list of things to do—to sit on the porch and draw or play. Playing can wait. Just for a few more days. Papa might show up. Gotta stay vigilant. No time for journals, or anything like that, right?
... M-maybe just a little journaling. But nothing new. No... she can go back to old entries and look at them again. Any tears? Well... She cried a little, when it first happened. But crying now would be bad. Shikamaru said it, he told her before when she ripped her doll:
Crying didn't fix anything.
So. She would try not to cry. Even if it was... growing harder not to.]
[Written]
papa
wen you com back
plees com home.
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...Well, was he there right before you came to Luceti? Then I'd think so.
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Where did he have to go?
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That's where he went.
[voice]
Oh dear. Seeing him at home is a bit more unlikely, then. But I wouldn't lose hope. I've talked to people that have been brought two or three times back to Luceti, so he may return yet.
Don't be sad, all right?
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[Right. Names.]
I'm Elicia.
[voice]
[He feels like he owes her some measure of honesty, now. Or perhaps it's just that he'd like someone to talk to about this, even if they're a six-year-old? Loneliness is a funny thing.] ...I'm a daddy myself, actually. I have two daughters back home, and I miss them very much. So I think no matter what, you and your dad were very lucky to be here in Luceti together at the same time. Not all of us have gotten to have family here, at least not yet.
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And when he comes back, I'll be here, and I'll give him a big hug! T-to tell him I missed him!
[voice]
...If you or your family ever need something, Elicia, you can let me know. I could try and help you out. [A little forward of him, he supposes, but since it isn't an inquiry for information, it can't be that weird.]
Re: [voice]
[One more person around to keep an eye out for her never hurts. |D]
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[He figures he shouldn't make her dwell on this too long, and this seems like a fair time to the end the conversation. When he does shut the journal--allowing first for any goodbyes--he gazes moodily at it for a few moments before sighing and rising from his seat. How many parents and children has Luceti separated? He can only imagine.]