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sixthiterationlogs2017-11-06 03:16 pm
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014 Finding to many things [OPEN]
WHO: Moana.
WHERE: All Over.
WHEN: November 4th – 15th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE.
WARNINGS: None.
[ooc: Let me know the day and where you tag her. It is all open to run into her at any time or in between any action!]
Nov 4th – 10th | Letters Everywhere | 6i & 7i
Moana spent a great deal of time on her own.
She traveled between the two villages; checking on the boat, Itiiti and the ocean while also making an appearance at the inn to try to help everyone get ready for whatever winter horrors were about to befall them. Moana really hated the winter. She wore shoes, remembering Rory's threat of frostbite, but otherwise wore her island dress with a cloak pulled over her shoulders. Moana was against jackets because it restricted the moment of her arms.
When the first letter arrived, she was outside, collecting the milkweed stalks that she used to make fishing nets and rope. The envelop was red, almost missed among the collection of leaves that it had fallen into; what made it stand out was the familiar flame insignia that was sealed on the outside of the letter. Moana paused in her task to read it, her eyes narrowing at the block letters.
"What?" She looked around her to see if anyone was around to notice her outburst before continuing to read the letter. This was insane. She ripped it up, hiding the small pieces of paper among the red fall leaves. She thought it was over until she received a second letter the next day. This one was waiting for her when she went to get water for the inn. She frowned at the letter and then soaked it until it fell apart in her hands. The letter hadn't technically done anything wrong but it was receiving the brunt of Moana's frustrations. Two letters destroyed. Moana hoped that it was over.
The third day, Moana found the letter in the kitchen when no one else was around. She gapped at the red envelop, wondering how it had ended up in the kitchen. Someone must have seen who dropped it off. Moana pushed her way into the common area of the inn but didn't see anything that was out of place. With a frown, she threw the letter into the inn's fire, watching as the fames quickly engulfed the paper.
Three days in a row and Moana was now dreading tomorrow.
November 7th was uneventful. Moana spent the day weaving at the inn. People walked in and out of the common area at a steady rate from early morning to late evening. Nothing happened until Moana returned to her room; she found another letter resting on her bed. This was insane!
This time she didn't destroy the letter but took it with her. She shoved it into her pack and left for the other village: 7i. The path was familiar to Moana but it took her time to travel across the breach and then to her destination on the other side. Her goal was the peach trees though she wasn't sure what she was going to do once she got there.
Standing beneath the peach trees, she read the letter again, this time out load. "Steal an item of true value from another person." She looked up at the trees with a frown. "Another person." She echoed the sentiment as if it was somehow the key. She didn't want to keep finding these letters and she wasn't sure what else to do. She couldn't bring herself to steal something of true value from someone else but she had something that didn't belong to her, something that held true value to its owner.
Moana took the dormant Heart of Te Fiti and slipped it into the red envelop. She quickly scribbled a note with a pencil she had swiped from the inn weeks before and placed it at the base of the peach tree. The letter she left was short and to the point, she hoped that it was enough.
'This isn't mine and it is truly valuable. I don't know what game this is but please, let this be enough to leave the others alone. -Moana'
Nov 11th – 15th | Green House Glasses | 7i
Moana was hoping for some uninterrupted peace now that she had dealt with the fiasco with the letters. She felt a little lighter, breathed a little easier, and smiled a little brighter. She didn't think it had anything to do with the letters exactly but she felt less doom and gloom about the onset of winter. It probably wouldn't last but she would enjoy the feeling while it was here.
It was during her adventures around the 7i village that she stumbled upon the glass panes and frame for the green house. Of course, Moana had no idea what it was for but she was fairly sure that it hadn't been in this house the last time she had walked through. She tried to lift one of the panels of glass only to have it tip on top of her. She used her body to soften the fall and keep the glass from shattering but she wasn't sure how to get up without accidently breaking it.
"Help!" She called out, unsure if anyone was going to hear her.
After what felt like hours, Moana wiggled her way out from under the glass, cutting her palm in the process. It stung but she was too distracted to focus on it. Instead, she ran from the unassuming house, hoping to find someone to inform about her discovery.
WHERE: All Over.
WHEN: November 4th – 15th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE.
WARNINGS: None.
[ooc: Let me know the day and where you tag her. It is all open to run into her at any time or in between any action!]
She traveled between the two villages; checking on the boat, Itiiti and the ocean while also making an appearance at the inn to try to help everyone get ready for whatever winter horrors were about to befall them. Moana really hated the winter. She wore shoes, remembering Rory's threat of frostbite, but otherwise wore her island dress with a cloak pulled over her shoulders. Moana was against jackets because it restricted the moment of her arms.
When the first letter arrived, she was outside, collecting the milkweed stalks that she used to make fishing nets and rope. The envelop was red, almost missed among the collection of leaves that it had fallen into; what made it stand out was the familiar flame insignia that was sealed on the outside of the letter. Moana paused in her task to read it, her eyes narrowing at the block letters.
"What?" She looked around her to see if anyone was around to notice her outburst before continuing to read the letter. This was insane. She ripped it up, hiding the small pieces of paper among the red fall leaves. She thought it was over until she received a second letter the next day. This one was waiting for her when she went to get water for the inn. She frowned at the letter and then soaked it until it fell apart in her hands. The letter hadn't technically done anything wrong but it was receiving the brunt of Moana's frustrations. Two letters destroyed. Moana hoped that it was over.
The third day, Moana found the letter in the kitchen when no one else was around. She gapped at the red envelop, wondering how it had ended up in the kitchen. Someone must have seen who dropped it off. Moana pushed her way into the common area of the inn but didn't see anything that was out of place. With a frown, she threw the letter into the inn's fire, watching as the fames quickly engulfed the paper.
Three days in a row and Moana was now dreading tomorrow.
November 7th was uneventful. Moana spent the day weaving at the inn. People walked in and out of the common area at a steady rate from early morning to late evening. Nothing happened until Moana returned to her room; she found another letter resting on her bed. This was insane!
This time she didn't destroy the letter but took it with her. She shoved it into her pack and left for the other village: 7i. The path was familiar to Moana but it took her time to travel across the breach and then to her destination on the other side. Her goal was the peach trees though she wasn't sure what she was going to do once she got there.
Standing beneath the peach trees, she read the letter again, this time out load. "Steal an item of true value from another person." She looked up at the trees with a frown. "Another person." She echoed the sentiment as if it was somehow the key. She didn't want to keep finding these letters and she wasn't sure what else to do. She couldn't bring herself to steal something of true value from someone else but she had something that didn't belong to her, something that held true value to its owner.
Moana took the dormant Heart of Te Fiti and slipped it into the red envelop. She quickly scribbled a note with a pencil she had swiped from the inn weeks before and placed it at the base of the peach tree. The letter she left was short and to the point, she hoped that it was enough.
'This isn't mine and it is truly valuable. I don't know what game this is but please, let this be enough to leave the others alone. -Moana'
It was during her adventures around the 7i village that she stumbled upon the glass panes and frame for the green house. Of course, Moana had no idea what it was for but she was fairly sure that it hadn't been in this house the last time she had walked through. She tried to lift one of the panels of glass only to have it tip on top of her. She used her body to soften the fall and keep the glass from shattering but she wasn't sure how to get up without accidently breaking it.
"Help!" She called out, unsure if anyone was going to hear her.
After what felt like hours, Moana wiggled her way out from under the glass, cutting her palm in the process. It stung but she was too distracted to focus on it. Instead, she ran from the unassuming house, hoping to find someone to inform about her discovery.
Re: 14 November
14 November
"I should wash this out and make sure it doesn't get infected but I'll see you around."