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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.
Return
"The reef is what separates the gulf and the ocean. There is a barrier under the water and it affects the currents around the island." The reef made it harder for to leave the gulf; fish would be trapped within the reef and later be caught by the islanders nets.
"I..." She paused, her thoughts racing frantically: her grandmother, the heart, Maui. "My necklace?" Her hand when to her throat but there was nothing there.
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But no. It made very little sense, and he was honestly glad to be distracted by the frantic clutching at her throat.
"You've lost a necklace?"
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As his question settled in the space between them Moana paused and backed up some.
"Yes. Sort of." She exhaled and forced herself to breath. "The necklace is passed down by the village chiefs. My grandmother gave it to me. It's a shell and inside she'd been keeping the heart of Ta Fiti. Ta Fiti is the goddess of creation but it's her heart that gives her life and power. Without it the world will fall to darkness." Her fingers curled at her clavicle as if she was holding onto something at her throat.
"I need to return it." Now she's lost it.
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The words were scarcely out of Robb's mouth when the pieces clicked themselves together -- He hadn't known any of the people who had disappeared from the village and then returned, but they did exist, he was clear on that. He saw Moana in one place or another near to everyday, so she couldn't have been gone long, but—
"Moana, did you return home and just come back here through the fountain?"
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"I don't know how long I was gone or if I was but I was home. Then I left home and I was sailing." She wondered now what her parents thought of her adventure. Her mother had bid her goodbye but she hadn't seen her father. "I was searching for Maui, to return the heart and save my island... my people. I guess I fell asleep." She shook her head.
"I don't remember but I was back here." It'd been maybe a day.
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"But the necklace didn't come through with you." If it had, that would be a first, to his knowledge.
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She didn't know what reason that was, only that it was there.
She turned back towards Robb and tried to smile, forcing the worry from her features. "It wouldn't have come with me. Nothing usually does." From what she's seen. It was like this place was all just a bad dream.
"I don't mean to worry you. Sorry if I'm confusing." Moana exhaled and bit by bit she made herself relax. "How have you been?" She needed something to ground herself and she searched in Robbs features for that something. His face always looked so grave, except when they first met. He'd even smiled. Maybe he really did like curtains.
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"I am as well as ever, and I am dry, which you are not. Which way is your home? You really oughtn't stay out here like that, you might catch a fever."
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"I live at the inn. I didn't want to move somewhere and live alone." It had felt very lonely at the time. "There is probably a fire there. Hopefully my things too." She'd been making herself clothes, she hoped they were still there."
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"If they aren't there, we'll find some way to replace them."
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"You don't have to worry about it." She turned towards Robb with a warm light filling her dark brown eyes. "But thank you. It means a lot." She was honored that anyone was worried about her.
"I'm sure I can replace it all in time if it is gone. I was making a dress from home after I found some plants that I could use." It was definitely different from other clothes.