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yumemigaoka2023-05-03 06:42 pm
traceofeffort) wrote in yumemigaoka2023-05-03 06:42 pm
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⭐ Who: Lisa and YOU! Probably!
⭐ When: First half of May, leading up to the anniversary
⭐ Where: Tsubaki Department Store, Kihada, Promised Morning
⭐ What: An assortment of things: Golden Week shopping, failing at grocery shopping, studying
⭐ Warnings: Lisa is on the verge of a panic attack in the second prompt but I doubt she'll slide any further. Will warn in threads if that changes.
[A | shop until your wallet drops | open | department store, May 2nd-5th]
[Lisa has rather a long list of things she'd like to find space for, both in the kitchen and in her craft kit. Gig bag, not so much, but she'll come back to that. So she finds herself spending some time shopping while the Golden Week sales are on, with money she'd set aside for the purpose. Over several days, she swings by the department store, which is the lion's share of her list. One trip is for needles, thread, and a while making Hard Choices about what colors and thicknesses of yarn to buy, and her shopping cart gets more full than she expected with all the rolls of fluffy stuff she chucks in. She looks up from the racks on occasion for opinions, holding up two rolls that seem to have completely different dyes:] Hey, real quick. Which of these colors seems more positive to you? Maybe more optimistic?
[One trip is into the kitchen section: she's had her eye on a couple spatulas (cross-contamination is serious business!) and maybe a grater, and who knows what else she'll find while she's there. That first item takes longer than expected - it's easy to find her staring at half a dozen silicone-tipped wooden sticks for minutes at a time, as if trying to divine the meaning of life from them.
And one's into clothing, but that trip isn't for shopping - it's for information gathering. Who knows what kinds of fun stuff she can find and take inspiration from? For that trip she'll be looking at what kinds of things are popular with other people, but also just what catches her own eye, as she murmurs to herself about the merits of this blouse or that dress. Occasionally such a find results in her running back over to the yarn in a bit of a rush before she forgets whatever she had in mind; she limits herself to a small shopping basket this time as she goes back and forth.]
[B | paint it black(out) | open | Kihada, May 6th, early afternoon]
[Lisa knows the storm is coming in. She's known for a while. She was just going out for a little while to pick up some last-minute stuff for dinner at her usual odds-and-ends place over in Kihada. It's not even a long trip, and the lines are usually short. It's fine. It's fine! She definitely, absolutely will not get caught in the rain, she says to herself as she hops on the train to Kihada. Even if she gets drizzled on, dinner will be worth it.
Lisa, in a light rainjacket, sneakers, and scarf, is caught in the rain and miserable.
They had to dig up an ingredient she absolutely needed for the chicken dish she'd been planning from out of the storeroom. The line was atrocious. Traffic was a nightmare and the train was slow to arrive in the first place. And now-]
Shit-!
[-thunder roars what seems right over Lisa's head, and the bright bolt in the sky seems to cause the district to, as one, flicker and falter, as she flinches hard and comes to a complete stop from her run for the station. The hand-sewn tote bag over her shoulder feels like a lead weight as she tries to figure out what to do and also not hyperventilate; this is pushing her buttons a little more than she was expecting. Does she try to run for it still, and risk her nerves fraying more in the weather, if the train back to Koubai is even still running? Or try to hide out in... what's even by here? Is that a coffee shop?
The second bolt she's caught under freezes her to the spot; the third decides her, and she runs for the coffee shop, heart pounding. She orders whatever hot thing they can manage without power, digs a few hundred yen out of her pocketbook absently with shaking hands, and sits down in a chair that her soaked raincoat won't ruin. Over the next short while, she wraps both hands around a steaming mug of cocoa and wills her hands to still, even as she jolts at each glass-rattling boom. Hopefully someone else is out in the storm, or she's going to drive this poor barista nuts.]
((Coffee-shop AU in your AU notwithstanding, feel free to intercept Lisa earlier, or maybe to find her in the grocery store and persuade her not to actually try to go home in the mess about to occur in the first place.))
[C | how not to fail (1st movement) | open | Promised Morning High: library? | May 8th, after school]
[Lisa is more or less confident that, while she probably won't ace the midterms, she'll get a score she can be happy with, even if she's still a little off-balance after her weekend. Her classmates are, of course, probbaly not as confident. So she offered to run a short tutoring session after school in the library just in case anyone wanted an extra chance to review. It'd have been better to do this more than a single day before, of course, but, well... Golden Week happened, and good luck wrangling teenagers to study on vacation. She certainly didn't do a lot of it. Yet, here she is, teaching her fellow third-years whatever they need to help fill in the gaps. A first- or second-year might even be able to ask for a bit of help, too, if they were polite about it. Indeed, she's got at least one or two people, and she's patiently doing her best to help.]
Here, and then... right. So it comes out to five. Yes, five... How did you get eighteen and two-thirds? Let me- no, no, see, look, you didn't carry this two, and that threw the whole rest of it off. Here's a sheet of paper, try working it again from that point and see if it comes out right this time.
[It's going... fine? Please, if you need help, it'll probably be better than this.]
⭐ When: First half of May, leading up to the anniversary
⭐ Where: Tsubaki Department Store, Kihada, Promised Morning
⭐ What: An assortment of things: Golden Week shopping, failing at grocery shopping, studying
⭐ Warnings: Lisa is on the verge of a panic attack in the second prompt but I doubt she'll slide any further. Will warn in threads if that changes.
[A | shop until your wallet drops | open | department store, May 2nd-5th]
[Lisa has rather a long list of things she'd like to find space for, both in the kitchen and in her craft kit. Gig bag, not so much, but she'll come back to that. So she finds herself spending some time shopping while the Golden Week sales are on, with money she'd set aside for the purpose. Over several days, she swings by the department store, which is the lion's share of her list. One trip is for needles, thread, and a while making Hard Choices about what colors and thicknesses of yarn to buy, and her shopping cart gets more full than she expected with all the rolls of fluffy stuff she chucks in. She looks up from the racks on occasion for opinions, holding up two rolls that seem to have completely different dyes:] Hey, real quick. Which of these colors seems more positive to you? Maybe more optimistic?
[One trip is into the kitchen section: she's had her eye on a couple spatulas (cross-contamination is serious business!) and maybe a grater, and who knows what else she'll find while she's there. That first item takes longer than expected - it's easy to find her staring at half a dozen silicone-tipped wooden sticks for minutes at a time, as if trying to divine the meaning of life from them.
And one's into clothing, but that trip isn't for shopping - it's for information gathering. Who knows what kinds of fun stuff she can find and take inspiration from? For that trip she'll be looking at what kinds of things are popular with other people, but also just what catches her own eye, as she murmurs to herself about the merits of this blouse or that dress. Occasionally such a find results in her running back over to the yarn in a bit of a rush before she forgets whatever she had in mind; she limits herself to a small shopping basket this time as she goes back and forth.]
[B | paint it black(out) | open | Kihada, May 6th, early afternoon]
[Lisa knows the storm is coming in. She's known for a while. She was just going out for a little while to pick up some last-minute stuff for dinner at her usual odds-and-ends place over in Kihada. It's not even a long trip, and the lines are usually short. It's fine. It's fine! She definitely, absolutely will not get caught in the rain, she says to herself as she hops on the train to Kihada. Even if she gets drizzled on, dinner will be worth it.
Lisa, in a light rainjacket, sneakers, and scarf, is caught in the rain and miserable.
They had to dig up an ingredient she absolutely needed for the chicken dish she'd been planning from out of the storeroom. The line was atrocious. Traffic was a nightmare and the train was slow to arrive in the first place. And now-]
Shit-!
[-thunder roars what seems right over Lisa's head, and the bright bolt in the sky seems to cause the district to, as one, flicker and falter, as she flinches hard and comes to a complete stop from her run for the station. The hand-sewn tote bag over her shoulder feels like a lead weight as she tries to figure out what to do and also not hyperventilate; this is pushing her buttons a little more than she was expecting. Does she try to run for it still, and risk her nerves fraying more in the weather, if the train back to Koubai is even still running? Or try to hide out in... what's even by here? Is that a coffee shop?
The second bolt she's caught under freezes her to the spot; the third decides her, and she runs for the coffee shop, heart pounding. She orders whatever hot thing they can manage without power, digs a few hundred yen out of her pocketbook absently with shaking hands, and sits down in a chair that her soaked raincoat won't ruin. Over the next short while, she wraps both hands around a steaming mug of cocoa and wills her hands to still, even as she jolts at each glass-rattling boom. Hopefully someone else is out in the storm, or she's going to drive this poor barista nuts.]
((Coffee-shop AU in your AU notwithstanding, feel free to intercept Lisa earlier, or maybe to find her in the grocery store and persuade her not to actually try to go home in the mess about to occur in the first place.))
[C | how not to fail (1st movement) | open | Promised Morning High: library? | May 8th, after school]
[Lisa is more or less confident that, while she probably won't ace the midterms, she'll get a score she can be happy with, even if she's still a little off-balance after her weekend. Her classmates are, of course, probbaly not as confident. So she offered to run a short tutoring session after school in the library just in case anyone wanted an extra chance to review. It'd have been better to do this more than a single day before, of course, but, well... Golden Week happened, and good luck wrangling teenagers to study on vacation. She certainly didn't do a lot of it. Yet, here she is, teaching her fellow third-years whatever they need to help fill in the gaps. A first- or second-year might even be able to ask for a bit of help, too, if they were polite about it. Indeed, she's got at least one or two people, and she's patiently doing her best to help.]
Here, and then... right. So it comes out to five. Yes, five... How did you get eighteen and two-thirds? Let me- no, no, see, look, you didn't carry this two, and that threw the whole rest of it off. Here's a sheet of paper, try working it again from that point and see if it comes out right this time.
[It's going... fine? Please, if you need help, it'll probably be better than this.]
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When Jeannette stops, Lisa opens her eyes and looks over to her, before following along, tracing the cross across herself and reciting the words. This part, at least, makes some sense to her - symbols are Important.] Amen.
[There's a pause, while Lisa figures out how to phrase the emotion in her heart; the expression isn't of discomfort, but more like someone just slightly out of her depth.] Um, thank you, before I forget. And sorry again. You came to me for help and now you're teaching me.
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We said we would solve these together. I may only be able to offer prayers, but I'm glad to assist in some small way.
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[No, Lisa definitely didn't forget about their other classmate working what should have been a simple enough math problem. She takes a second to look over the fresh sheet of paper, now with rather a lot more markings, and...]
Mm! Yes, this is perfect. Good work. And, uh, full disclosure? I wasn't going to hold out on snacks. I'm not that mean. So! Let's take a break for a minute, if nobody minds. I need sugar before I keep going.
[Perhaps fearing her wrath, the box of cookies has remained untouched until now. Lisa pops it open, reaches into her bag and- was she really carrying a stack of napkins this whole time? Regardless, she serves one to everyone at the table with a smile. It looks like they're leftovers from her Golden Week baking, so they're in the shape of delicate sakura petals, if slightly bigger than the genuine article, and lightly frosted a pale pink. They're also still fairly soft. And so, she grabs another with a napkin and holds it out.] Cookie, Jeanne-chan?
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[ Blink. Cookies? Today?
oh no is it some saint's feast day and she forgot--
no, that's the sort of thing that was celebrated at her last school
and she was the one reminding everyone/bringing cookies]Is this a holiday?
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[ Jeannette's usual exception to Christian restraint is clothing - she loves clothes, and feels that looking nice is also practical - but one cookie, especially to support someone's hobby, is not an indulgence worthy of considering a "sin". She accepts with a smile and breathes a silent grace over the cookie before taking a nibble.
Usually if she's having baked goods, they're French, from a bakery with a name she....has a fondness for.....How are Lisa-san's? ]
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One, though, I can justify. [And she serves herself last, quietly adds her own prayer, and then happily noms on it, grinning.] Mm, perfect, I knew the good plasticware was the right idea. [There isn't anything terribly unique in these, flavor-wise - strong basics perhaps, but nothing way out there; it's a sugar cookie, there's really only so much to do before it turns into something else entirely. But the frosting has a fine sweetness, the vanilla is present without being overpowering, and the cookie is soft without being fragile. They're no fine confection, but they're good cookies, and Lisa's at least a little proud of them.]
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Thank you for sharing.
[ In fact....
She thinks about a conversation she'd had over Golden Week, at the Dreamer Union headquarters. About her mission here, about what her angel believes she can do. About the steps needed to achieve it.
Go boldly, Jeannette! ]
Um....may I ask you a question that isn't about school?
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[Lisa smiles at her; she's glad everyone's enjoying her baking, truly. A productive study session! Although...]
Um, sure? Did something happen? [Does Lisa need to glare disapprovingly at someone?]
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[ Her cousin's transfer is being arranged. If that succeeds, she may have one....but...."one" is not enough....And La Pucelle believes even the typical unit size is insufficient. Think of what many Dreamers doing their best could accomplish! ]
If you are not spoken for, would you mind coming to the Dream Sphere with me some time?
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I wouldn't mind, but... I'm pretty new. I don't know how much help I'd be to you, Jeanne-chan. Do they have, like. Dreamer training camps? Don't get me wrong - I'm flattered you're asking me! But I don't want to drag you down, or worse, get you hurt. [Lisa herself getting hurt, eh, she can deal.]
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T-that's nice of you to say. But I... I'm not sure I'm worthy of that trust. I'm willing to help you, if you think I can, but we'll have to see if I'm everything you're looking for.
[Her immediate instinct is to shut down Jeanne's expectations before Lisa can let her down. But... after the last ten minutes, that feels like too much. And despite everything, she wants to see how far she can go. Is it a good idea? Who knows. She'll cross that bridge when she gets to it.]
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[ What insidious worries. To think they affect even someone sophisticated as Lisa-san.... ]
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I didn't come to Promised Morning just because I Awakened, Jeanne-chan. I came here because I really, really needed a new start. I'll believe in myself when I see I can handle it without incident. And I think that's gonna be a while. But from the bottom, there's nowhere to go but up, right? Even if it takes a while.
[Even if it takes her whole life-]
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But if Lisa-san can't do that yet, then.... ]
Be of good heart. [ A smile. ] Until you have all the proof you need to believe in yourself, I will support you.
[ She puts a hand over her heart. ] It's a promise.
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[Despite herself, despite the black feeling in her heart she always has a hard time dislodging when she gets like this, there's a certain warmth she can't deny. Jeanne... is a good girl, truly. And Lisa's smile turns a little warmer, a little more true.]
Thank you. I'll... try to believe in that, for now. [She puts her own hand over her heart, trying to summon a confidence she doesn't quite feel, and push aside a nausea she is starting to feel.] I'll help you to the best of my ability, if you'll have me.
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[ ....except....
now it's her turn to look a little down. They prayed and she STILL has no idea what to do about this question. ]
Though I should rather face Torments than literature tests.
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Hey, we're at a school for Dreamers. Maybe a literature class will spawn a bunch of Torments that turn into a Nightmare, and we have to fight the Dream science-y manifestation of a literature test. Think that would count?
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I would strike that down at once!
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[Lisa shrugs.]
Who knows? Maybe knowledge is power.
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[ now, which of us should @ kenobi-sensei?? ]