01, text | un: dearsunshine

[hxppythxughts]

hi everyone!!! ＼(＾▽＾ ⋈)／ if we havent met or u dont remember me yet my name is sayori!!!
i remembered i used to write a lot and parfaitgirls poem rly inspired me
so i wanted to make a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!! 《《o(≧◇≦)o》》

i went to the roswell center bc i wanted to read some baislan poetry
and while i was there i asked if they had a club where ppl could talk about writing
and it turns out they didnt! (￣ヘ￣)
but someone heard me ask about it and got RLY EXCITED
so we got some of the students together to start a literature club there!!! ☆*:.｡.__〆(⌒▽⌒ ⋈)

so if u like to read or write and talk about literature u should come to the roswell center in the afternoons for literature club!
i may not be there every day bc we have a lot to do LOL but i should be there p often (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)
and ur welcome to come by if ur just curious too!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀) writing is rly nice but u wont know if u like it until u try!!!

and since this is abt literature i thought itd be a good idea to share one of my poems here too
if u want to tell me what u think then consider it a trial run for the literature club wwwwww (⋈ ≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))


[As promised, there is also a photo of a page in a notebook! it's in two images bc it was huge otherwise but it's one page i promise]



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[hxppythxughts]

omg do u think that would work??? (⋈*ﾟﾛﾟ)
i do cast spells w/ poems so maybe ur onto something!!!

[ribticklers]

who knows?
if you figure something out it means i can just chill out at the cafe while you guys do the work
so it's worth a shot

[hxppythxughts]

i dunno... writing a poem like that sounds like a rly important job!!! (((( ;°Д°)))) idk if i could do it either!!!

[ribticklers]

do it with the club you're forming

[protegge]

yeah
come find me
ill be ready

[He's in his cabana when she finds him, having sent a firmly-worded text to Alex that he is Not to return to the cabana for at least an hour. This text was then followed by equally firmly-worded texts denying any hanky-panky. "Sad memory shit" and "girl crying" finally ends the conversation. It's a very stupid conversation.]

[Once it's resolved, he sighs and throws his arm over the back of the couch, looking out towards the ocean. Man. This is gonna be hard.]

> action

[hxppythxughts]

[She had to come over from the Roswell Center, and it occurred to her about halfway through the journey that she could probably Virtualize the rest of the way right to his bracer. She doesn't, because she doesn't want to scare the shit out of him, but. She should probably tell him that she can do that. For next time.

This is a less uncomfortable preoccupation than the hanky-panky conversation, at least.

She sidles up to the cabana a little more casually than she really means to, her steps both idle and bouncy as she ducks around the privacy curtain. Despite the circumstances and the slight furrow in her brow, she smiles when she sees him, because just seeing him makes her happy.] Found you.

[Like hide and seek? Get it?]

[hxppythxughts]

like we all write parts of the same poem??? ((*゜Д゜)ゞ”

[protegge]

[It's the same from the other direction; he hears her voice and looks to her and smiles, crooked on one side. Found you, she says, and he reaches out his hand for her.]

Hey. Does that make me it now?

[ribticklers]

or workshop it together
that's how writing clubs work right?

[hxppythxughts]

[The smile grows a little brighter as she steps in to take his hand.] Ehehe. I think it does.

I'm not gonna hide though, [and she plops down on the couch next to him, settling underneath his arm] so maybe we can both be it.

[And she won't have to search alone, so maybe he won't have to be so sad about it.]

[protegge]

[That's nice. How she takes his hand and slips under his arm in one motion, snuggling up beside him on the couch. It's too hot for this, really, but he doesn't care. This is where he wants her, so much his whole heart kind of hurts.]

That sounds good. [He kisses the crown of her head and pulls the book into his lap, resting mostly on the leg that bumps up against hers.] Two heads are better than one and all that.

[. . . It occurs to him that maybe he could offer to trade with her, later. She could help him seek, too. But not right now. This is already a lot.]

I dunno how you wanna do this. From the beginning or . . .

[hxppythxughts]

yeah they could!!!

[She starts to type i dont think ive ever workshopped a draft with someone before, and then realizes it feels wrong.]

maybe if we get enough members we could do something super cool!!! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ even if its not a purging poem!!!

1/2

[ribticklers]

you can put it up here
i think it's a network theme now

[ribticklers]

joke teacher tip
instead of yeah they could you should have said write

[hxppythxughts]

Yeah, the more the merrier. [Oh they're using it correctly this time. Arc development!

It's hot, and Mista runs warm, and she's already way too toasty but she's absolutely not moving from this spot. This is her spot. It feels right to be here, so this is where she's going to stay, especially after that soft kiss.

She hums in thought.] From the beginning. I've been writing in my journal since I— remembered that I do that, so...I think I probably would've told the story in order in this book.

[And if that's how she told it, that's probably how she should read it.]

[hxppythxughts]

OH SHOOT
yeah youre totally write!!! ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ

[nice save.]

i shouldve asked if there was a joke club too!

[ribticklers]

nah
running a club would cut into my napping schedule

[protegge]

[He nods. It makes sense. Even if that means she'll get to the one that worries him pretty quickly . . . it's the right way to do things.]

Okay. I'm ready when you are. [Steady. Not nervous, not really. He might be in a little bit, depending on what happens, but for now he's calm at her side.]

[hxppythxughts]

[She takes a deep breath in. Then lets it out, slumping a little closer to him as she does.] ...Okay. I'm ready.

[So she reaches for the book. Gingerly, even though she knows she's the one who made it, because— even though she made it, it's not hers. It's Mista's. So she's careful, so careful as she opens the front cover and starts to read.

It's her own handwriting, without a doubt. It's exactly how she would say the things this says, the little note at the beginning that explains her reasoning for giving this to him.

The first poem strikes her instantly with nostalgia. Dear Sunshine. The first poem that she shared with...the Literature Club (wow, that explains a lot.) The first poem that she shared with anyone, she knows. The actual poem is cute. It makes her smile. The notes, though—

It's about that boy.

She keeps reading.

Bottles. If Dear Sunshine was happy nostalgia, Bottles is the sad kind. The melancholy in it feels like home, after you've turned all the lights off to listen to a rainstorm outside. The similarities with the poem she just shared strike her immediately, so much that she almost feels like she doesn't need to read the notes.

She does, though. And speaks again after a moment; not about the conflicted knot of feelings, or the facts she can infer from the book, or the shards of memory that still aren't entirely coming back to her, but...something she wants to know nonetheless.] Which one's your favorite?

[hxppythxughts]

u might not have to run it!
does that mean u arent coming to literature club tho??? (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[ribticklers]

[Why does he feel obligated to go now?]

that depends
will there be snacks?

[menarefrom]

I'll let you know if I find any.

[Those things are wild. What was it, popsicles, last time?]

and sure I will. At least one. I'll find the time.

[Chasing these pieces of his memory is worth that effort, at least.]

text; un: eudaimonikos

[eudaimonikos]

Sounds fun.

[It sort of doesn't? Or...well, Michael's neutral on the whole writing part of it all, but being around all these people who remember things he doesn't makes him feel slow and stupid, so he thinks he'd rather skip out on the group activity thing. But he has defended the poetry thing on the network before, so he feels like he has to say something.

(also, you know, he's an extrovert who's been avoiding people lately so maybe he's dying a little)]

[hxppythxughts]

[Popsicles indeed. Which she can't sign because they're food, but she can sign the wrappers!]

YAAAAAY ｡ﾟ✶ฺ.ヽ(*´∀`*)ﾉ.✶ฺﾟ｡
ill sign ur stuff and then u can tell me what u think of the performance hehe (≧◡≦) ♡
hopefully i still remember how to do them lol!!!

[Ha... ha...]

[menarefrom]

[He'll find something for her to sign. Might just be like, a piece of paper, but he'll humor her.]

Something like that comes from the heart. I'm sure you'll do just fine.