Tear Grants

[Tear is standing in the middle of her room right after this thread, wearing an outfit that she would not normally be caught dead in, simply because her closet is overflowing with revealing garments which she most certainly did not buy herself, and she can't find her normal clothes, since she only has a few of those. She is almost visibly bristling, as if her hair has started to stand on end.]

Wh-- W-what is this?!

[Anybody nearby can probably hear.]

...wait... Wait a minute...

[Oh and it starts to click into place, but Tear's just getting even more agitated. Her tail starts lashing and her ears are twitching. Wait... wait a minute... this isn't quite right.]

((OOC: I'll explain, I'm stealing the catgirl antics from Tokyo Mew Mew. If Tear gets embarrassed/scared/flustered, her cat ears and tail will pop out. If you really freak her out, she'll turn completely into a cat. If you turn her into a cat, the only way she can return to normal is if she gets kissed (or licked, nosed, etc) by a human or another animal. This is totally how it works in shoujo manga, I didn't make it up. XD She'll also have a few cat-like tendencies... moodiness, "-nya"-ing, well, use your imagination. Have fun? *bricked*))

Well, that wasn't so bad. I could have done without sweeping, but learning the proper way to prepare tea was interesting enough. I never knew it was such a complicated process or that I had been doing it completely wrong all this time. It's a little embarrassing... I guess I'm not very graceful...

[Tear conveniently leaves out the part about her shoulders, arms, and fingers being stiff from working all day. You might not want to touch her. (You probably shouldn't either way.)]

I've been thinking on things again. It seems like some of the residents are trying to make a new life on this island and others are clinging to the past they can't remember...

What do I want to do? There doesn't seem to be a right or best decision.

Do I want to search for yesterday's me?
Or do I want to simply start over?
Or do I want to incorporate aspects of both of those people?

The problem is not knowing who I was or what I did. There's the possibility that I won't even approve of her (ie. the person I was) after meeting new people and experiencing different things here. At the same time, however, I don't think I can abandon her. Not only is she directly related to the person I am now (...I mean, she must be, logically speaking...), but there's also the fact that I will inevitably remember who she was and what was important to her. As for both? I don't know. I have no desire to contradict myself and I feel that's entirely possible. Then again, I've probably said hypocritical things already.

I have to wonder if people are waiting for me back home. I keep dreaming about Van. What would my brother be doing if he was in my situation, and has he even noticed my disappearance? (Do we even disappear?)

There's not much point in worrying about it, but it's difficult to ignore questions like this.

Anyway.

Mokona suggested that I try a fruit dish next. I was leaning towards pineapples or strawberries since I experimented with apples last time. Does anyone remember any of their favorite dishes from home?

Also, it seems like a family of birds have made a nest in one of the hanging baskets outside the cafe. They're really lively and seem to be singing all the time. I think the eggs will probably hatch soon. (I'm no expert, but...) Please be mindful of them if you visit the cafe, since I don't want them to abandon their eggs. I bet the chicks will be really fluffy and adorable. <3

[Tear sits outside in the grass with the dusk gathering on either side of her. Her legs are crossed casually at the ankles, her attention on one of several library books that she has borrowed. With the fading light, there isn't much time left before she'll have to go back inside and call it a day. Tear's searching for Van's song, but has yet to find it. She's not even sure if she'd recognize it if she heard it. The birds' voices are hushing and the calls of night creatures are beginning to fill the emptiness they leave behind. Every so often these sounds are joined by a series of notes strung together by the young woman, but they hold no meaning, no words. They are just an utterance - a few pretty keys that act as testimony to things she's forgotten.]