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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 8:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 2:37 am
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Running around the Chronos Outpost was tiring work, even for one as hyper as Sailor Hygiea. The little senshi of herbs had been exploring as best she could through the broken and debris ridden castle as best she could. Some exertions had been with HugBell while others she had just jetted out herself in hopes of finding something new and cool - and well, a fluffy purple cat to boot perhaps.
Upon finding her yellow clad friend, she had promptly left again stating she needed something to drink - and would bring something back if she managed her way back, that is. This brought Hygiea to the kitchen of Chronos Outpost. There had been a few people milling about outside but she paid them no mind, or well just gave them a friendly hello, as she burst in to the cooking area.
There was already someone there, putting away dishes and utensils. Someone who looked awfully familiar which perked Hygiea's interest even further. Swinging her arms in a childlike manner, as she was, she skipped over to the other girl to introduce herself - or reintroduce?
"HI!" The little senshi beamed with a short wave to get Layton's attention. "I've seen you before! I don't remember where, but I know I know you!" Best way to do this perhaps, "do you know where the drinks are?" And then to be blunt and to the point.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:28 pm
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Layton gasped wide eyed, and swiveled in surprise at the sudden noise. Whilst she was turning, her hand flung out to the side and knocked over the spoon she had just set down. It clattered to the floor and left an awkward ringing noise in the air.
Her eyes searched for the source of the newfound voice until they finally happened upon little Hygiea. Layton left out a sigh of relief. It wasn't another space whale come to take her brother. Then again, what would that be doing in a kitchen?!
"Oh! Y-you scared m-me," she said, laughing a little at how excitable Hygiea was. Kids sure were cute. Layton liked them for their innocence, though she had to admit the ones with attitudes tended to boss her around ...
To her question, Layton answered, "W-we did meet, back in the h-hospital..." She tugged on her sweater sleeve a little uncomfrotably. Was she really that easy to forget? Then again, it wasn't like this had never happened. Layton just considered it an accident of her own fault, not Hygiea's.
Layton's eyes scanned the kitchen. Drinks? Wasn't this kid ... "A-aren't you a little young ... for uhm ... drinking ..." It was true, wasn't it? Ohhh Hygiea just meant like some water. "Oh!" she squeaked, "I-... I'm sure there's some water in the sink!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 11:33 am
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Hygiea couldn't help when her orange eyes unlocked from Layton's surprise face to watch the spoon went sailing a short distance and clattered to the ground. They lingered until they were brought on the older girl again, bright and as happy as ever. "Sorry!" It was hard to tell how sincere that was with the smile on her face.
Recollection suddenly came to her, even at a small dose as it was. There were a few people she had helped at Virgo, one of them had been really mean and prissy and Hygiea had decided she didn't like her but there was another one that she had kindly offered her doll to ... but the girl had promptly passed out. Well, she wasn't being made fun of, so this had to be the second person. "Oh! OH OH, I remember now!" Her little arms flailed a little, nearly bounding on her heels as soon as she got it.
"Are you feeling better now? Your shoulder made a nasty crack when ********* set it back and it always sucks when you have to hear that sound, my brother dislocated his shoulder once and I remember hearing it when they had to set it back. Didn't heal as soon as you did, 'cause apparently this place is awesome for that and all." She really had to marvel at the wonders this place produced, kind of wishing she could bottle it up and keep at home for everytime she managed to bang herself up - which was pretty often and not even because she was a senshi.
When he final inquiry was addressed, an eyebrow quirked at Layton's confusion. How could she be a little young to drink something, it wasn't .... wait, did the older girl think she wanted alcohol or something? Hygiea was instantly confused and gave the other girl the oddest of looks. "I..." she began until Layton corrected herself and her gaze shifted to the sink.
"Do you think there's like orange juice or punch of something here too?" She honestly didn't know. Was there even a fridge? Hygiea spun around, letting her cape swish and her skirt twirl as she tried to locate the cold appliance. Did they look normal here?
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 6:55 pm
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This girl sure stuttered a lot, it reminded her of a few people in her class. Or maybe she was nervous? People did that when they were nervous also, didn't they? Though, Hygiea couldn't think of a reason why she would be.
At least she was helpful, "thanks!" The little girl chirped when she received the glass of water. Absently, she had to agree that the cup looked damn plain for a piece of castle glassware. It didn't look alien at all, like those Negaverse people claimed they were. Which was, actually, a little disappointing.
Hygiea took a sip from her glass, trying to hide the frown that was forming from Layton's question about her brother. But, it didn't help it from remaining when she finally pulled the glass away after a big gulp of water. "No," she sighed, clutching the glass with both hands. "I haven't," which was to say she hadn't seen very many people. She hadn't even seen FredBob again.
"I'm sorry," the little girl added in a vain attempt of an apology for her inability to have information. "When did you last see," huh... the name... male.. female... she went with her best guess, "him?"
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