[it's an ordinary day, in Helena's reckoning, but it is also Saturday, and she considers that to be a day worthy of making herself something nice. what, she hasn't decided yet, but she'll figure it out as she goes along. something sweet, she thinks - a gift to herself for making it through another week.
therefore, here she is in the kitchen, having brought in a chair to reach the higher items. some of the more commonly used things have labels she made, but others, she cracks the top and smells them to know the contents. it's like this that someone else will find her, dutifully retrieving the flour in its container.]
[the student store is all too familiar. she used to go every single day, after all, to keep her promise to Keigo. in their absence, she hasn't gone as frequently - there's no point to it. but still, something about it feels safe, and particularly when she's dodging out on another awkward bonding exercise.
stepping inside, she breathes a little sigh of relief, and moves further in so no one outside will see her. at least here, it's something of a sanctuary, even though she won't hear a particular voice, hear them running around for a hug. that it's being kept up at all will make them happy.]
[there's a knock on the door of Nagito and Ranger's room, a soft rapping that comes along with a voice.]
Mr. Ranger? Are you here?
[because in spite of this tragedy, she has a promise to uphold. she promised to show him something, and in this day, at least, the sun is bright and the wind not too strong, and the snow has been melting enough that she can feel plants under her feet and smell the earth. spring has come - where things become renewed, where they grow full of life and energy and will, and with how shaken he must be...
has he ever stopped to feel the sunlight on his face? they'll change that, if no.]
[the note that appears in the room is handwritten, not in Helena's braille but someone else's hand. it's polite, asking Subaru and Natsume to bring her PDA and writing tools to the nurse's office, since Miss Helena requested them.
she wants to see them, after all. and she hopes they're smart enough to come together. recovery demands a lot, but she had quietly said she'd crawl if she had to in order to let them know she's alive. that had been determination enough. her hands fold together on top of the sheets, and she waits, listening for anyone to come by.]
3/26, kaede.
therefore, here she is in the kitchen, having brought in a chair to reach the higher items. some of the more commonly used things have labels she made, but others, she cracks the top and smells them to know the contents. it's like this that someone else will find her, dutifully retrieving the flour in its container.]
Oh, hello!
[she can hear footsteps, at least.]
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4/9, komaeda.
stepping inside, she breathes a little sigh of relief, and moves further in so no one outside will see her. at least here, it's something of a sanctuary, even though she won't hear a particular voice, hear them running around for a hug. that it's being kept up at all will make them happy.]
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4/14, ranger
Mr. Ranger? Are you here?
[because in spite of this tragedy, she has a promise to uphold. she promised to show him something, and in this day, at least, the sun is bright and the wind not too strong, and the snow has been melting enough that she can feel plants under her feet and smell the earth. spring has come - where things become renewed, where they grow full of life and energy and will, and with how shaken he must be...
has he ever stopped to feel the sunlight on his face? they'll change that, if no.]
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4/23, evening.
she wants to see them, after all. and she hopes they're smart enough to come together. recovery demands a lot, but she had quietly said she'd crawl if she had to in order to let them know she's alive. that had been determination enough. her hands fold together on top of the sheets, and she waits, listening for anyone to come by.]
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