[Maybe she should be angry that the trial that condemned her to this hell is going to be a spectacle again. But One seems...amused when she hears the news. She'll be at the police station today.]
Is that so? Oh, it's a fitting end to this play. [One chuckles, covering her mouth.] I wonder if they've learned as the rest of us have.
[She seems a little less stable than she has before. Not outwardly, maybe, but the desire for justice has crept into her demeanor more insidiously. One can feel the power of her song again like a time bomb. Reassuring, as it's all she's ever known, and a better impetus than any to get out of here, but practically useless in these circumstances.]
tuesday;
[Early today, she can be found in the library. Trying to condense her energy and mana, especially with the issue of her powers to think about now, she's unable to dig in too deep--or at all. But she's browsing, her fingertips close, but not touching the shelving. Even if she had working fingers, they'd be just out of reach.
That ghost had called a place in this area "wretched." She had seemed too well-read to curse a library so, but still. It's time to find some inventive ways to enjoy a library when you can't partake of worldly pleasures anymore.]
Week Seven All-Purpose
monday;
[Maybe she should be angry that the trial that condemned her to this hell is going to be a spectacle again. But One seems...amused when she hears the news.
She'll be at the police station today.]
Is that so? Oh, it's a fitting end to this play. [One chuckles, covering her mouth.] I wonder if they've learned as the rest of us have.
[She seems a little less stable than she has before. Not outwardly, maybe, but the desire for justice has crept into her demeanor more insidiously. One can feel the power of her song again like a time bomb. Reassuring, as it's all she's ever known, and a better impetus than any to get out of here, but practically useless in these circumstances.]
tuesday;
[Early today, she can be found in the library. Trying to condense her energy and mana, especially with the issue of her powers to think about now, she's unable to dig in too deep--or at all. But she's browsing, her fingertips close, but not touching the shelving. Even if she had working fingers, they'd be just out of reach.
That ghost had called a place in this area "wretched." She had seemed too well-read to curse a library so, but still. It's time to find some inventive ways to enjoy a library when you can't partake of worldly pleasures anymore.]