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sixthiterationlogs2017-04-06 12:29 pm
chosenbytheocean) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-04-06 12:29 pm
06 Coconuts & Surprises [OPEN]
WHO: MOANA
WHERE: INN/VILLAGE/EVERYWHERE
WHEN: APRIL 7-9th
OPEN TO: OPEN TO ALL
WARNINGS: ADORABLENESS
STATUS: CLOSED
NOTE: Moana was gone for a little over 24 Hours. Anyone at the Inn probably noticed since she lives there and is there a lot. You are welcome to run into her at any point during any post.
Moana didn’t expect to be pulling herself from the fountain wearing the same navy blue scrubs that she had found herself in on day one. She pressed her palm against the fountain’s basin, making sure that her fingers didn’t slip on the wet stone that surrounded the familiar landmark. Moana pulled herself free of the waters grasps and tumbled forward until she was lying face up, her limbs sprawled at her sides. She watched the clouds roll by and while the ground beneath her was chilly, the air brushing over her damp skin felt nice.
She took a minute to lay there, her dark hair heavy with water and matted to her cheeks and neck. She hadn’t had the backpack this time. It was good in a practical sense but she hoped that her things were still in her room. Moana didn’t know how long she’d been gone. Her chest heaved with each unsteady breath and while remaining in her prone state she picked apart her memories of this strange village. It took her a moment for everything to catch up to her and in a rush she was on her feet, running through the town.
"I made it past the reef!"
Moana shouted happily at the top of her lungs. She’d run past people on the streets; pause and then backtrack; running over to them to share her excitement.
Moana’s excitement was fleeting. At her core, she wasn’t happy to be back in the small foreboding village, not after making it past the reef and then finding Maui. She had something to do, something that only she could do; the ocean had chosen her… … … … … … …
…
Moana stopped mid-step, her palm quickly pressing to her clavicle moving over her chest and then down her sides.
"I lost the heart." Her voice was high pitched and frantic. She turned on her heel and ran back to the fountain. Her hands continued to search her clothing but it wasn’t on her. Her abdomen crashed against the edge of the fountain as she peered over its edge, searching its depths for the small shimmering green stone.
"Give me back the heart!" She yelled at the water. Moana had spent days talking to the ocean, it was her friend, but the water didn’t respond to her now.
Moana woke with the sun and rolled out of bed. The morning air uncomfortably pricked at her skin as she moved about the small room. Her room was the place she slept, kept her things and a bunny. She didn’t spend a lot of time in her room that wasn’t dedicated to sleeping.
She tugged her fingers through her messy black hair and then headed towards her door, hoping that there might be something small she can eat in the kitchen. As Moana stepped from her room she tripped over a small box that had been perfectly placed to obstruct her path. A loud grunt echoed down the hall as Moana found herself upside down, her feet rather spectacularly positioned in the air and a box resting on her head. She heard the faint clamor of a squealing pig inside the box enticing her to move quickly and release the startled animal.
She hadn’t meant to trip over it.
As Moana opened the box she saw a small baby pig running in very small circles around a coconut. "Hey there. Calm down. It’s okay." She wasn’t going to let the pig out of the box until it was calm.
A half hour later Moana had sorted through the box. There hadn’t been a lot outside of the pig in it but she had gotten two coconuts and two sticks from a tree that she recognized. It was exciting to have coconuts again and given that there were a few people who’ve never eaten a coconut before, Moana set to cutting and cooking one to share with those in the Inn. She hoped that she could spot Credence since she’d told him specifically about coconuts a month or so before.
With the appearance of the box, Moana had a new project. She sat in the inn’s common room, positioned close to the fire, her feet were bare and her hair was tied in a not on the top of her head. She had the two sticks from a mulberry tree in front of her, both were a little under a foot in length, and a baby pig asleep next to her thigh. The fire had clearly been too much for it.
As carefully as she could, Moana cut a thin line down the sticks, splitting the bark. It was layered inside and with this opening she was able to pull the curled long strip of plant matter from its center. She was very careful while doing this, knowing that she wouldn’t get a second chance if she mess up.
Her dark eyes occasionally flicked to the young pork bun at her side making sure that she didn’t wake him from his sleep. It had been a tiring day for them both.
WHERE: INN/VILLAGE/EVERYWHERE
WHEN: APRIL 7-9th
OPEN TO: OPEN TO ALL
WARNINGS: ADORABLENESS
STATUS: CLOSED
NOTE: Moana was gone for a little over 24 Hours. Anyone at the Inn probably noticed since she lives there and is there a lot. You are welcome to run into her at any point during any post.
APRIL 7TH RETURNS TO THE VILLAGE – MID-DAY
Moana didn’t expect to be pulling herself from the fountain wearing the same navy blue scrubs that she had found herself in on day one. She pressed her palm against the fountain’s basin, making sure that her fingers didn’t slip on the wet stone that surrounded the familiar landmark. Moana pulled herself free of the waters grasps and tumbled forward until she was lying face up, her limbs sprawled at her sides. She watched the clouds roll by and while the ground beneath her was chilly, the air brushing over her damp skin felt nice.
She took a minute to lay there, her dark hair heavy with water and matted to her cheeks and neck. She hadn’t had the backpack this time. It was good in a practical sense but she hoped that her things were still in her room. Moana didn’t know how long she’d been gone. Her chest heaved with each unsteady breath and while remaining in her prone state she picked apart her memories of this strange village. It took her a moment for everything to catch up to her and in a rush she was on her feet, running through the town.
"I made it past the reef!"
Moana shouted happily at the top of her lungs. She’d run past people on the streets; pause and then backtrack; running over to them to share her excitement.
APRIL 7TH TALKING TO HERSELF – JUST AFTER HER RETURN
Moana’s excitement was fleeting. At her core, she wasn’t happy to be back in the small foreboding village, not after making it past the reef and then finding Maui. She had something to do, something that only she could do; the ocean had chosen her… … … … … … …
…
Moana stopped mid-step, her palm quickly pressing to her clavicle moving over her chest and then down her sides.
"I lost the heart." Her voice was high pitched and frantic. She turned on her heel and ran back to the fountain. Her hands continued to search her clothing but it wasn’t on her. Her abdomen crashed against the edge of the fountain as she peered over its edge, searching its depths for the small shimmering green stone.
"Give me back the heart!" She yelled at the water. Moana had spent days talking to the ocean, it was her friend, but the water didn’t respond to her now.
APRIL 8TH INN – MORNING
Moana woke with the sun and rolled out of bed. The morning air uncomfortably pricked at her skin as she moved about the small room. Her room was the place she slept, kept her things and a bunny. She didn’t spend a lot of time in her room that wasn’t dedicated to sleeping.
She tugged her fingers through her messy black hair and then headed towards her door, hoping that there might be something small she can eat in the kitchen. As Moana stepped from her room she tripped over a small box that had been perfectly placed to obstruct her path. A loud grunt echoed down the hall as Moana found herself upside down, her feet rather spectacularly positioned in the air and a box resting on her head. She heard the faint clamor of a squealing pig inside the box enticing her to move quickly and release the startled animal.
She hadn’t meant to trip over it.
As Moana opened the box she saw a small baby pig running in very small circles around a coconut. "Hey there. Calm down. It’s okay." She wasn’t going to let the pig out of the box until it was calm.
A half hour later Moana had sorted through the box. There hadn’t been a lot outside of the pig in it but she had gotten two coconuts and two sticks from a tree that she recognized. It was exciting to have coconuts again and given that there were a few people who’ve never eaten a coconut before, Moana set to cutting and cooking one to share with those in the Inn. She hoped that she could spot Credence since she’d told him specifically about coconuts a month or so before.
APRIL 8TH INN – EVENING
With the appearance of the box, Moana had a new project. She sat in the inn’s common room, positioned close to the fire, her feet were bare and her hair was tied in a not on the top of her head. She had the two sticks from a mulberry tree in front of her, both were a little under a foot in length, and a baby pig asleep next to her thigh. The fire had clearly been too much for it.
As carefully as she could, Moana cut a thin line down the sticks, splitting the bark. It was layered inside and with this opening she was able to pull the curled long strip of plant matter from its center. She was very careful while doing this, knowing that she wouldn’t get a second chance if she mess up.
Her dark eyes occasionally flicked to the young pork bun at her side making sure that she didn’t wake him from his sleep. It had been a tiring day for them both.
just after her return
"The heart of Ta Fiti. I was supposed to return it but I've lost it. It was with me a moment ago." She was feeling a weird sense of whiplash between leaving the village and returning to it.
"I can't lose it." breathe. "Who are you?"
Re: just after her return
"With you where? In your hand, pockets—let us retrace your steps. Perhaps it lies somewhere hidden in the grass."
She does not just want to give up without trying to assuage her.
"What does it look like, mistress?" Ah. "My name is Elizabeth."
just after her return
Moana twisted and pressed her back against the molding around the fountain. "I don't really know." She admitted in a small voice. "I know that I somehow returned home. I didn't remember this place. My grandmother..." Her voice choked but she forced herself to continue. "She gave me the stone. It was on a necklace and it pulsed with light. It was the heart of Ta Fiti, the goddess of life. If the heart isn't returned..."
She broke off and turned her head towards Elizabeth. "My island will die."
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Bits and pieces seem to come back to her, and her chest tightens to hear the intimation that somewhat had happened to her grandmother. Unsure whether or not it is proper, she errs on the side of caution and offers her hand, shoulder she need comfort. She had been much younger than Moana when her own grandmother had passed; and her heart had broken with grief and sorrow.
But that is not all. What this girl says sounds nearly fantastical; but she can make it rain by a simple murmured wish alone. Anything is possible.
A stone. That, they can find. "What hue was this stone? We will find it, and safeguard your people." As she would her own.
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"I don't think we'll find it here. My clothes changed too... wherever they are.. it's with them." Or so Moana assumed. It was weird that a world would steal their clothing.
She pushed herself off the ground and rang her thick dark hair out on the pavement. Water splashed from it's curls and Moana instantly felt lighter. "Sorry. I shouldn't worry you about it." It was her responsibility. "Thank you though. If you do see it, please let me know." She offered Elizabeth a smile.
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"You believe... it might have remained behind in your realm?" It certainly does not appear to be in the immediate area, but the sight of the girl's distress has her determined to help in some capacity.
"I will," She responds at once, wishing to comfort her. "You should return to the Inn with me and warm yourself. There is no need for an apology at all. If there is aught I might do to help, I would like to."
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She pushed her palms against the ground and rose to her feet, moving with as much grace as she could muster. "Yes. I don’t want to catch a cold." On day one Rory had impressed how terrifying getting a cold was.
Moana looked up at Elizabeth and offered a small smile. "Thank you." She didn’t think she’d find it here but she was happy to know that another would be looking for it. "Are you new? I don’t think we’ve met before."
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"You are welcome, of course, lady." Her features soften, and she nods again. "I arrived a fortnight past. How long were you here before you were disappeared and returned?"
Basic logic tells her that it had been some time, that Moana would ask if she, herself were new here. She starts off toward the inn, now, glancing over at her curiously.
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"The start of winter." It had been very cold.
Moana could possibly count the days but it's been cold for so long. It was difficult to tell how many days that included. "I'm going to run up to my room and change." She'll come back to the fire to dry her hair.