Day 51: Arts & Crafts (4th shift)

[notthistrain.livejournal.com]

There were very few activity shifts, Cloud was sure, that could possibly make him feel more like he was being treated like a child. He took a seat at one of the tables and blankly examined the materials set out before him. A pair of the dullest scissors he'd ever seen were labeled 'ages 3 and up'. It was good to know where the patients stood in this.

He wasn't much of an artist, and he ignored most of the paints and other drawing utensils in favor of a few sheets of colored paper and instructions on how to make origami. That sounded vaguely familiar. Didn't Yuffie have throwing weapons made out of paper at some point? It was something to do anyway, and thus Cloud began the process of crafting what ended up being very elaborate paper wads.

Sadly, his attempts to keep from dwelling on the subject of his missing friend failed when he realized this was something Aerith probably would have enjoyed greatly. Tonight, he and Yuffie would go out and try to accomplish... something. It was depressing to think there really might not be anything they could do, that they might all end up the same as the flower girl eventually.

[for a hopefully more optimistic materia thief]

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[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

She could guess the rest of her sentence. But I just saw her. Yeah, the girl thought miserably. Me, too. Hadn't the last time Senna saw her been when Senna had fled preemptively? When Senna was being useless and hiding from her friends. Yeah, great last impression, huh. Just add it to the list of things that she would never say.

She poked the clay habitually, an indent growing in the center. "I'm... I'm okay. I'll be okay, you know?" She would be. A little less and a little heavier but she wasn't the type to give up like that. And how would Falis feel, to know that Senna just stopped fighting because she was gone? She'd probably smack her for that. "Hokuto was really messed up about it though." And for good reason.

[sheisthecause.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I know," Meche said. And she did.

It didn't surprise her to hear that Hokuto was upset. She knew about that from experience, too. "Well, let's try to look out for her, okay? Even if she doesn't feel like company right now, we can at least make sure she's all right," was all she could really say. She wondered if it was how routine the disappearances were that made it so hard for everyone to talk about them. It's hard to say that you're grieving when most of the people around you are in the same state. Like a heart monitor, Meche thought--sometimes the feeling spiked, then went back down to a dull ache, but it never really went away.

She wanted to talk about something else. And now she remembered what she'd meant to say to Senna anyway--even if this wasn't the best time, they had to discuss Arts and Crafts so she'd know what to say to Sora on the bulletin board. "Listen," she began, "I know things are tough right now, but I needed to talk to you about what's going on with Arts and Crafts. How do you feel about Sora's message today?"

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you're right." She managed a smile. "We'll look out for her. No one else is going to go missing if we all watch out for each other." Which bordered on a want to say an apology, but right now. She didn't know if she could. And she knew that Meche might just wave it off, say she had nothing to apologize for. So Senna would apologize in her heart, and work to make it not just empty words. I'm sorry I've been a bad friend. I'll be better. I'll protect you guys.

And as if to underline that, that was brought up. She poked a finger into her clay, mouth twisting in thought. "Sora's a reliable guy, I think," she started. "He's been around with A&C longer than I have, and signed up about every day. And he's always been helpful and wanting to check up on people. He'd be good for it."