Who: Aerith Gainsborough and YOU What: A general catchall log for the month! Where: Various locations within. When: Throughout the month. Content Warnings: n/a, will update if needed
[ The moment she sees the exterior, she knows. Aerith's heart swells with the feeling of home and she wastes no time in hurrying through the front doors of the place, expression alight with relief and joy (a little more vulnerable and open than usual, with no one to see).
Except... Her face falls a little, but more with a curious confusion than disappointment. This is definitely her church: the dilapidated church from the Sector 5 Slums in which she spends more time than really anywhere else. Even so, there are...differences. Aerith cocks her head as she takes it in, walking inside with some trepidation. Above the doors, for one thing, had been a big, painted lemon. Huh. The interior is largely the same - with her flowers, even, which sends her spirits soaring again - but there are...some other changes. It's like someone decided to make a little business out of the inside, with tables strewn purposefully around the floor.
It's - darker? She glances up, blinking. The holes in the roof have been fixed. As she approaches her beloved "babies," she notices, too, that the simple altar has been replaced with a display of cakes.
Aerith can't help it: she smiles, planting her hands on her hips. ]
Hmm-hmm. Who set up shop in my church, huh? I want in on this business! [ They look delicious, after all! For now, though, the brunette stoops down to start tending to the lilies, humming to herself as she does. ]
[ It's another unmistakable location from back home...or, at least, it's something very similar. She can't help but scoff at the sight of the infamous Wall Market, the den of-...well, a lot of stuff from Midgar. The neon signs and the various food and drink are enough to clue her in, and Aerith begins to wander through the area, stopping beneath the "Bathhouse in Wall Market" sign to stare up at it. ]
Well, that sure confirms it. [ She doesn't venture into the bathhouse, and instead pokes her head into another local business. It's...kinda strange, though. Most of them seem absolutely empty, with nothing and no one inside. It makes the front of the place seem like a set from some kind of play. ]
Weird... [ It has an eerie feeling, like she's being watched, after she discovers the bare interiors. As such, she starts making her way back out of the area, though...it starts to feel a little like a maze... ]
[ You can probably even get a sense of it from the ground; up on the third floor, someone is moving in! She doesn't have a lot of stuff, of course, but Aerith has brought in at least two things from this new world: a bouquet of lilies from The Lemon Cello Church, and - ]
You can come in, Mireille. It's completely safe! [ One of the rabbit-birds, who hops outside of the door, a little nervous. ] I bet you prefer the outdoors, huh? That's okay. If you ever want to come in, I'll leave the door open for you.
[ There's a little chirp, to which Aerith nods firmly, before continuing to busy herself inside the apartment. It's actually not bad at all, except for the milk in the fridge (which goes right into a trash bag) at the sink, at which she halts and frowns. ]
That is pretty gross. We're gonna have to find a sponge and some rubber gloves. [ She's definitely not touching that with her bare hands, and neither is she going to live in a room with it! The brunette steps back outside, using a hand above her eyes (as if there's any sun) to help in her search, and before long she's calling out to the first person she sees: ] Hey there! Any chance you have any cleaning supplies? My room's sink...has a bit of an ecosystem.
❀ the lemon cello church
Except... Her face falls a little, but more with a curious confusion than disappointment. This is definitely her church: the dilapidated church from the Sector 5 Slums in which she spends more time than really anywhere else. Even so, there are...differences. Aerith cocks her head as she takes it in, walking inside with some trepidation. Above the doors, for one thing, had been a big, painted lemon. Huh. The interior is largely the same - with her flowers, even, which sends her spirits soaring again - but there are...some other changes. It's like someone decided to make a little business out of the inside, with tables strewn purposefully around the floor.
It's - darker? She glances up, blinking. The holes in the roof have been fixed. As she approaches her beloved "babies," she notices, too, that the simple altar has been replaced with a display of cakes.
Aerith can't help it: she smiles, planting her hands on her hips. ]
Hmm-hmm. Who set up shop in my church, huh? I want in on this business! [ They look delicious, after all! For now, though, the brunette stoops down to start tending to the lilies, humming to herself as she does. ]
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i'm losing it
jesus christ bananas
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working toward a wrap up? ♥
absolutely!
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Let me know if this works!
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❀ wall market
[ It's another unmistakable location from back home...or, at least, it's something very similar. She can't help but scoff at the sight of the infamous Wall Market, the den of-...well, a lot of stuff from Midgar. The neon signs and the various food and drink are enough to clue her in, and Aerith begins to wander through the area, stopping beneath the "Bathhouse in Wall Market" sign to stare up at it. ]
Well, that sure confirms it. [ She doesn't venture into the bathhouse, and instead pokes her head into another local business. It's...kinda strange, though. Most of them seem absolutely empty, with nothing and no one inside. It makes the front of the place seem like a set from some kind of play. ]
Weird... [ It has an eerie feeling, like she's being watched, after she discovers the bare interiors. As such, she starts making her way back out of the area, though...it starts to feel a little like a maze... ]
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❀ merlaut apartments
You can come in, Mireille. It's completely safe! [ One of the rabbit-birds, who hops outside of the door, a little nervous. ] I bet you prefer the outdoors, huh? That's okay. If you ever want to come in, I'll leave the door open for you.
[ There's a little chirp, to which Aerith nods firmly, before continuing to busy herself inside the apartment. It's actually not bad at all, except for the milk in the fridge (which goes right into a trash bag) at the sink, at which she halts and frowns. ]
That is pretty gross. We're gonna have to find a sponge and some rubber gloves. [ She's definitely not touching that with her bare hands, and neither is she going to live in a room with it! The brunette steps back outside, using a hand above her eyes (as if there's any sun) to help in her search, and before long she's calling out to the first person she sees: ] Hey there! Any chance you have any cleaning supplies? My room's sink...has a bit of an ecosystem.
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this seems like a cute place to wrap it up!
definitely! /o
❀ wildcard