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[The bad news... Elicia's brothers were gone. So while the house waited for them to show back up, Elicia did the same. But she was in high enough spirits, at least, with Christmas just around the corner. And when she was finished with her usual occupational things on weekends she cracked open her journal sleepily, laying cross-legged on her stomach, on her made bed.]

[Video]

Did lots of you have Christmas at home? Was it nice?

[She beams with her cheek resting on her arm.]

This is gonna be my second one!! I hope Santa thinks I've been a good girl, 'cause I've been trying extra hard not to be bad, so I'd get good presents! Make sure you're all good, okay? So you can get a lotta' presents, too...! What's the best present you got from him before?

[Aah! She perks up, looking at her window, bright-eyed in an instant.]

It's snowing again! I'm gonna make some snow people! You guys should make some, too!

[Action]

[Elicia'll be outside for the rest of the day, crouched low and rolling snowballs out of the thin veil on the floor. Soon, there are stacked snowballs. And then, eyes on them. And then little stick arms. By the time it's three or four? Behold—dozens and dozens of little snow men surrounding House #23!! They may be the height of a ruler, but their numbers are many! It's like Snow Sparta around here.

Don't be alarmed if some have little weapons fastened to their hands made of sticks. That's just how we roll in Elicialand.]
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[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.

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Elicia Hughes • Age 7

February 2013

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