dearwheatstew: (carefree the songs)
phone;

Hey everybody, my dad's birthday's coming up soon! I mean my real dad, not the one I've got here. I haven't asked his birthday yet. Anyway, so, I'm going to throw him a party! I did it all the time back home, but it'd definitely be way more fun if it wasn't just me. So does anybody wanna help? We could make the cake together and everything!

Oh, but if it's more than just me then maybe we can have an even bigger party, with cake and cookies and all sorts of snacks and stuff! We could even put decorations, like flowers and, and we could make pretty shapes out of that colored paper I found a little while ago, and we could even have balloons! Balloons are super awesome, they're all different colors and they float in the air like giant bubbles! I saw them at the carnival, so there was at least one good thing about that place.

...But yeah, we should all throw a birthday party for Dad! Maybe if it's good enough, he'll even show up in time for the cake...though of course, whenever he shows up would always be on time. I'll save a piece for him anyway, just in case.

action; 459 stone street

[Yonah may be found sitting on the front porch of her house, writing happily away in her diary (regained!)...and occasionally pausing to flip through the previous pages with a wistful look on her face.]
dearwheatstew: (waiting)
action; 459 stone street

[There is a small girl wandering the house today who has been droned for who knows how long. People passing by may eventually see her leaning out a window, watching the street with her head on her arms and a thoughtful little look on her face.]

phone;

...This milk stuff is really bad, isn't it? Everybody on the phone says it is. We never had any milk back home, but if we did it probably wouldn't have killed anybody. I don't think sheep and deer and goats can drink poisonous stuff. Or anything else that kills you, I guess. I hope everybody gets out of this alright though. Everything will get better someday, right? Maybe even tomorrow! You never know.
dearwheatstew: (storytime)
action; neighborhood

[Waking up in a strange new place is usually kind of a jarring experience. But waking up feeling perfectly healthy, in a house with a fake family? Obviously this must be a dream! It's not a very good one if there's a fake dad in it, but hey. Dream. What can you do?

Obviously the answer to that is Explore, so anyone outside may see a little girl poking in their bushes, staring at their houses/cars/whatever, or possibly running out onto the road. Is that dangerous? Who knows.]


phone;

[Eventually she returns home and discovers the phone, to which she will say:]

Hey, hey, I heard voices in here! Is somebody in there? You must be really tiny if you are. I know I can't fit in this thing. [A pause.] You can hear me, right? It'd be kinda embarrassing if it turns out I'm talking to nobody.

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