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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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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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"She hasn't seen mine herself, but...I'm told they're quite good. They're not always people, as well. Some of them look like animals."
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"Thank you for writing the names sir."
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