TP - WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE (WEEK 3 KITCHEN CURFEW)

[impacter]

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[impacter]

[Well! When he's NOT being chaotic with helping with the ingredients, Solomon will be off to the side for at least fifteen minutes or so, several strips of paper in his pocket. A deep blue pen with gold flowers is pulled from his jacket as he starts noting every single one of them with his eyes and jotting something down.]

[liliaofthevalley]

[Peeeeeeeeeering from his side.]

[impacter]

[Some of them are folded up, but it looks like they're little notes about all of them.

Remember he was torn by a war he didn't ask for, his kind heart and vicious intelligence. Remember he was only a boy.

Remember she was kind and gentle, with a touch for magic and a bravery to change the past.

Remember her City, her resolve, her declaration to prove herself despite a monstrous beginning.]

It's rude to snoop, Lilia.

[liliaofthevalley]

Keeping notes?

[impacter]

Of course. We have no guarantees. And I would rather have my reminders than see you all slip away in a place like this.

...I've already lost three of my own dorm to their own despair. I don't want to start losing the rest of you, too.

[liliaofthevalley]

How kind of you. But they are rather brief, are they not?

[impacter]

Mm. They're not the first I've written - just additions. Duplicates, in many ways. But it's easier for me to write down the brief and expand on my own time than to try to compile the complex with their memories fading.

I already don't retain everything as it is. I'd rather not test it.

[liliaofthevalley]

Is that all you're writing for tonight, then?

[impacter]

Whatever I have time for, honestly. We don't have much left.

You can join me, if you'd like. I don't have a large amount, but I could show you how to fold them into stars.

[gardenful]

Writing down everything in case there are changes tomorrow morning?

[impacter]

[DESPITE THE... FANDANIEL EVERYTHING.... he's still perfectly polite when she pops over, smiling tiredly. His blackened fingertips finish the stroke of his pen as he folds one of the strips and puts it aside.]

More for the people than the surroundings, but yes.

I don't want to lose sight of the memory of any of you in the chaos of what might come.

[gardenful]

[ Her gaze lingers on his fingers, though she doesn't say anything. They're here to indulge in a lighter mood, and she's got a feeling bringing it up would be a bummer. Probably. ]

I appreciate it. I hope you're writing about yourself too, though.

[impacter]

Ahahah... my, Aerith, why would I need to write about myself?

[He starts folding the strip into a little paper star.]

I've remembered what I need to about myself. If I forget anything else, then I don't mind.

[gardenful]

[ She puts a hand on her hip, tilting her head and giving him a Look. ]

So we could remember things about you.

[impacter]

[...]

Would you know it was me, if you opened it later and I was no longer with you? Or would it be like reading a book written by a stranger?

There is power in remembering someone with your own words, and not their own.

[gardenful]

Someone here would, I bet.

[ However, he very much has a point, so... ]

When you're done, I'll take your pen. Everyone else here can write a note about you.

[impacter]

[He pauses, only briefly, something complicated passing over his features.

But it's here and gone in a breath. He pulls away the strip he's just completed, holding out the pen to her. It's a very pretty blue with golden flowers all over the cap.]

Just make sure Don can still use it, or that she can share with Lilia. I didn't really plan on bringing more writing utensils.

[laestrella]

[ Apron covered in flour but she has stopped baking atrocities to peer as well]

[impacter]

[Some of them are folded up, but it looks like they're little notes about all of them.

Remember his loyalty across bloodlines. Remember his affection for the children he raised, and the children he led, and those of his kind he cared for even in their passing.

Remember his name among all his other names. Remember his sins and his sorrows and the stars he called home, remember his loneliness and singular wish.]

You're going to coat us all in white if you don't brush yourself off a little, Don.

[laestrella]

Ah--

[ Taking the apron off and shaking it over a sink. Oops]

What is it that you are working on, Solomon?

[impacter]

Memories. Mostly of the rest of you, for right now - I don't want to let the time slip us by, knowing what might be to come.

[He'll dig into one of his pockets to produce one of the paper stars he's been folding. It's a little bitty guy!]

Like this.

[laestrella]

[ Hoooooh! Have you seen Don so excited? The sparkles around her intensify]

Then I shall join thee in making star memories. Of you, Aerith, Lilia, Fandaniel, Yugamu, everyone...!

[impacter]

[ksjdfhsdf okay he can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm]

Here if I knew I'd have so much help, I would have brought more paper! Maybe we can find some more before we fall asleep.

[But he'll provide more of what he has on hand. Knock yourself out, kiddo.]

Do you need a pen?

[laestrella]

Ah, yes. I hath forgotten mine in the dormitory.

[The gold glittery one she uses for marking. Help. She'll just take a paper and write this memory down]

[impacter]

Very good. You don't need to read it out loud unless you truly want to.

Here. When you're ready, follow my steps.

[It's fairly simple, just like he described to Lilia!]