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princess maker - pep!pep!
[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find inside the room looks small, cramped, just one living space without any doors—you can hear noises of the bustling life outside, as well as other people beyond the thin walls. the space bends on the walls, and a basket sits on the table in the center of this studio room with a blanket folded into it.
Inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. Unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. You take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.
You wish you could have done better for your baby girl. But, this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. You tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess - but you also know it's not easy to become a princess, and she's horribly equipped for any of that. Then again, if anything your little tyke is tough, and if anyone could be a rags-to-riches princess, it would be her. Thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. You have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late. ]
Inside, a baby stirs restlessly - you hope she goes back to sleep soon, and you play your flute in hopes of lulling her back to sleep. Unfortunately, a sharp knock sounds from the ceiling - the tenants upstairs don't like what you're doing. You take a more drastic measure, singing softly to your baby as you rock the basket back and forth and hope the tenants don't complain again. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby cries, and in turn, the upstairs tenants knock at your ceiling again; she finds her way to your flute, tooting happily though no noise comes out; a little toddler, she becomes attached to a stray cat; you decline her request, and she storms out to run away for a little while as you regret; she returns, covered in cat hair and ignores everything you say; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the corner of the room, a young girl the age of 10 crouches, looking away from you. she holds a cat in her arms, petting the creature constantly.
You wish you could have done better for your baby girl. But, this is what you love to do and maybe you'll get a gig that pays well enough that you two can move out of this shithole - hopefully. You tried your best to rear her, but with how infrequent you're in the house, working odd jobs in the day and performing at the pub at night, you're not sure anymore. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess - but you also know it's not easy to become a princess, and she's horribly equipped for any of that. Then again, if anything your little tyke is tough, and if anyone could be a rags-to-riches princess, it would be her. Thankfully, you've emergency savings - for her schooling, of course. You have a lot of regrets, but maybe it's not too late. ]
Re: DECISION
". . . Yeah.
I dunno when I'm gonna be ready."
There's a pause, and she looks up to the ceiling.
"I wanna see her again."
Re: DECISION
I'm sure she'll be happy to see you, but she'll still notice the changes...
It might be good to think about what you want to say, and how.
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She flails her hands, and then promptly falls over onto the mattress.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."
Re: DECISION
Hmm... it might help to write it all out. Sometimes that's easier, because it gives you time to put your thoughts in order and phrase things exactly how you want them.
You can write about what this means to you, how it makes you feel... explain things however you want to. And then, once you've sorted it all out on paper, go see her.
If you get really nervous and it turns out words get too hard to say them out loud, you can show her what you wrote.
But that's just an idea, of course.
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She does consider that, giving a nod.
"Okay. I think - I think I will do that."
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If it helps, you can also write to her in advance, so she can prepare for it. And the good thing is Emi already knew about your powers before, so... if you tell here this is like when you first learned how to run very fast, it might help her understand.
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"When did Emi find out about my powers?!"
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I thought she knew, with how often you've been visiting and—! B-But it's true, we did tell you to keep quiet about them so...
Oh.
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Shira groans.
"And Emi's not. . . you know. . . she's not good at noticing things . . . so . . . "
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[sighs]
It's... it's possible she might not notice your changes, but it would still be good to tell her, I think. Just... ask her to keep it a secret for now, while we all work learn more about all this.
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Shira flops over onto her face, her tail poking out to start flicking.
". . . But hoowwwwww. . ."
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I still think the letter is a good idea. And then, when you meet her, you can still have what you wrote so you don't forget about what you want to say.
We can help you write it if you need, don't worry.
Re: DECISION
She sits up abruptly, looking entirely too determined for this situation.
Like her life depends on it.