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Day 1 | Memory Garden [Open]
Characters: Romeo and anyone
Format: Prose/action, you pick I'll match
This log is: open, come join him, paint some stones, have philisophical conversations...
Location: The edge of the forest, near the lake
Summary: People have been disapearing and Romeo is scared that he will forget them, even with some of their memories. So he is making a memory garden.
Warnings: Sadness, but it's Romeo so nothing too heavy
Romeo sat by the forest edge, near to the lake. It was a good place, with a nice view. Around him where a pile of sticks, which he had collected from the forest. A pile of stones that he had gathered from the lakeside, some string and some paint in different colours borrowed from a classroom.
He counted the people on his fingers. The people he had known who had disapeared, to be fed to the tiger or otherwise. Thirteen, thirteen that he had met, and he knew there would be more. But thirteen was a start.
Grabbing some sticks and string he began, soon he had a very messy cross and he stuck it into the ground. Since the school had stolen his memory of reading he could not write the names of his friends, but he took a rock and some paint and began painting. He wasn't a good artist, he had learnt that while trying to capture the blue skies for Angeletta. But soon he had a rough picture of a book.
He placed it next to the cross, For Kuchinawa. He would remember. He picked up another two sticks and wondered what picture he would paint for Molly.
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He didn't want to be unfair! He wasn't to be kind to everyone! To help make a world where children didn't have to be sold as chimney sweeps. "But if I had money, and could afford to go to school I wouldn't be jellous of the ones who couldn't afford it!"
"Utena," he handed the rock over. "Did you go to school sir? I guess you did, you're a noble lady right?"
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She kept her tone even and somewhat gentle. She didn't want him to think she was being cruel. Even when she was, she never wanted people to think she was cruel. That would ruin her ability to pull this with them. She couldn't crumble dreams if she didn't have people's trust.
"Perhaps you might manage it if you made your wife get a job as well as you, but...women are meant to run the home, nothing more nothing less..."
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A moment later Romeo's eyes went wide as he realised that he wasn't teasing with the Black Brother's but talking to an adult! His smile faded and he edged away ever so slightly. "I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sure your right, it will be hard." He stared at the ground for a moment. But then his eyes took on a slightly stubborn glint.
"But I promised Alfredo that I would realise my dreams, and the dreams he was not able to fulfil himself. So I have to become a teacher and help make a world where all children run free under the blue sky. Because you should always keep your promises, right sir?"
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"A nurse is a fine profession. Perhaps if you had a wife like Bianca, you might just manage to scrape by." What was she doing? What? She could have smacked herself. This wasn't how it went. She wasn't supposed to offer pointers, she wasn't supposed to back down until his dreams were smoking rubble! Just what had gotten into her lately?
...Oh right. Romeo was the one who dutifully called her 'sir', and every time she heard the word it warmed her icy heart. "It will be devilishly hard, all dreams worth dreaming are. But people are stronger than that, if they try to be. ...Would you like to see my hardest dream?"
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"My dream has always been to walk," she explained. "If I didn't dream that, then I would probably give in. And it's a difficult dream, every day."
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"Does it hurt lots?" He asked, worry tinging his voice. "Why couldn't you walk before?" He dreaded the answer really, because when he had asked Grenn that she had told him a disease had eaten her legs, and that she was lucky because sometimes it ate peoples heads!
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But given his concerned expression, she decided to tell him one lie. "It doesn't hurt much any more. Just if I overdo it."
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He looked at the contraption before it was tucked away again, it looked strange and like nothing he had seen before. "It's good that they managed to fix it like that, I'm glad that you can walk now!" It was nice when people where able to relaise their dreams.
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"Someone who makes the clockworks that run my homeland."
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She smiled for him. Talking about home felt nice, and she was enjoying sitting here with him. Sure, this was a solemn sort of place he was building, but...they weren't roughhousing or otherwise disrespecting that.
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He went back to painting his rock and handed it out to Miss Buckley, "Tomoko," the rock was painted clumsily with a shoe. They had met because Tomoko had forgotten how to tie her laces.
"I thought you said that in your world women had to stay in doors, if you have a Queen can't she change that?"
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"Women don't have to stay inside, but...they can't have jobs or businesses, can't own or inherit property if they're married...the Queen doesn't see a reason to change that."
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"Is that why you want to be the Queen's clockmaker? So you can ask her to change it?"
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He nodded again, in his head he imagined a clock but huge and human size, with eyes, and feet and hands. A clockwork person, "Do you think you will be able to make the clock work people for the queen? Like your dad?"
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