Harvest is Late Again.

[mikangirl]

Who: Nami (sort of) and anyone so inclined to help her out!
What: A harvest.
When: November 5th and 6th
Where: The mikan grove.
Summary: Nami didn't make the call for volunteers this year, despite already running late.  Luckily, Law did.
Rating: Rated PG just to be safe.


[So Nami didn't have a good time on the draft.  Which marks her up there with every other survivor of the damn thing, so nothing special there.  Events were rather shattering for both her and her crew, and she's been up here since her return, working to harvest the orchard on her own fifteen hours a day.  It's mindless and it's something to focus on, and she just didn't have the heart to make a public call out on the journals, let alone ask for help.  Aang and Marco came to help her out some earlier, for which she's silenty grateful.  But at this rate she'll be at least another week.

She hasn't heard Law's entry on the locked community (or anyone else's, for that matter), so when volunteers start arriving, she's surprised.  And not quite sure what to do except sort of...keep going. 

But.  Something tight within unwinds a little.  She might not be good at showing appreciation today, but it helps.  It really does.]

((ooc:  I've had a request for a harvest thread with Nami, so I figured putting this up is a good idea after all.  Nami herself isn't very sociable, though, so just warning ahead of time!  Backtaggable into forever.))

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[mikangirl]

[Nami trails her way to the bedroom, where the covers are still thrown back and there's still dirt stains on the bedsheets. She hasn't bothered cleaning up in here after treating Kotetsu the other night...but now she leans down to smooth the covers out and sits on the edge of the bed.]

There was a draft. There were--

[...can't say it after all.]

...people died.

[fierybluebird]

Sorry. [Gently offers a finger to pet her head like his father did to him once upon a time.]

He'll be back.

[He wants to do more. Say more. Help more, somehow. But it was so confusing in this world where death was impermanent. It was confusing enough even when death was permanent.]

[fierybluebird]

[Snickers quietly as she gets back to work and flies down to put a couple of mikan in the basket.]

Two for me already Ikki~

[He is the worst.]

[corrinesbell]

[At the sound, Sheena looks at her again. Her instinct is to apologize for the small lecture but she meant it so why should she?]

I guess you can kick me out or something if I'm totally wrong.

[mikangirl]

No, I...

I--



I--

[...

Static. She can't think. She's been quite successfully not thinking for the last few days, and Sheena's gone and scraped the draft raw with her choice of words. The urge to laugh is very strong. So's the urge to scream.

Nami stares down at her shaking hands, then abruptly jerks to her feet and runs into the cottage.]

[corrinesbell]

[Well that went over like a brick. Great job, Sheena, it's worse now.

She stands, nudging her mikan basket aside with one foot and following Nami's path at a slower pace. Can't just leave her in there like that, even if she's only staying long enough to actually apologize.]

Nami?

[Just stop trying to help from now on.]

[mikangirl]

And do what...?

[mikangirl]

I'll bounce back, too.

[I always do.]

[mikangirl]

Nothing specific... I think you've got it covered.

Don't get stepped on.

[blessingone]

[Sophie's got this one! "Welcome."]

It's no trouble. I guess it can't be easy to use a basket when you're like that, huh.

[blessingone]

[....................Wow, what the hell.

Fenimore raises her hands defensively, though, against the...what the heck is that?]

It was the mikan! I was just trying...to get a look...at you.... [She has just enough tact not to say "what are you?" She will just think it. ...It may show a bit on her face.]

[mikangirl]

[She didn't go very far. Just-- just inside, away from prying eyes, back to the bedroom for privacy, but she didn't even close the door behind her. Just stumbled in before she has to hit the wall to keep her balance, And then crumples against it anyway, sucking in a breath. Holding it. Trying to hold everything.

She hears Sheena call her name. Figures she'll be here in a few seconds. Does it matter? They're sisters--

--no we're not.

She doesn't mean to make a sound. It just escapes between her fingers, high and half a sob and half wounded animal. This is so stupid.]

[fierybluebird]

Aye, it's a little bit difficult. Not that I couldn't switch back, but it's more fun like this.

[breezing]

[ Ikki brightens, feeling more capable of discussing this particular topic. ]

We should try it!! I'm sure we could figure it out.

[breezing]

[ THE WORST. She's got just the one, which she sends down to the basket before going back to work, this time much more determined.

...And she might send a small gust of air his way. Two can play at the distraction game, Marco! ]

[lostinmyway]

All right. What kind of hint is it?

[lostinmyway]

[And Grune is beginning to notice this. She looks Nami up and down, then asks:] Are you a little tired today?

[ledbythewind]

[Richard doesn't respond verbally to this; he just reaches out to rest a gentle hand on her shoulder. Don't think you can fool him, Nami. He's a master in hiding his own feelings, meaning he can recognize when other people are doing it too.]

fff suuuper late. it's not like I died or anything >.>;

[sailedfirst]

[Sabo's been going to the orchard with Marco to help with the harvest the day after he got rid of the annoying ghosts he had for Halloween. He mostly kept to himself though, or otherwise, just stuck close to Marco while he worked. Partly in respect to Nami's privacy, but mostly because he's very much unsure what to say to comfort her. Or anyone in the crew, really.

The last few days, however, he could be heard singing while gathering up fruits, to cheer himself up. Mostly pirate songs and sea shanties his brothers shared with him. One in particular gets many repeats in varying volumes, given how the title 'Huckleberry Hunting' seems appropriate with the harvest (albeit with mikans instead of huckleberries).

He obviously thinks there's tickling involved in the song. And some serious sibling-loving. :|a

What's a 'beau' anyway?]

[blessingone]

[A small laugh escapes her.]

We can do it together, if you'd like. [And thus you might actually get some done before you wander off while I'm distracted by Sophie.]

[of_sablier]

Something that you enjoy-- anything you want.

[inkdrops]

[Miyabi barely feels the touches, staring blankly forward as her mind tries desperately to process the fact that Zoro, Zoro, is gone. dead. She just can't understand it - he was so strong! He was brave, and admirable, and had a warrior's heart and soul and just...just... He'll be back? No. He shouldn't be gone in the first place! He shouldn't be!

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut, just kind of curling up as much as she could in the middle of Marco's palm. She can still remember when they fought together to get to Nami, and then...then that other time. It wasn't even this Zoro, he wouldn't remember it, but she does. Miyabi does. She remembers when she considered him a second father of sorts. That time where they fell asleep, side by side, at the mikan harvest. It was a shift, but it was some of Miyabi's fondest memories.

And Zoro's gone now. She grits her teeth, and finally just can't be quiet anymore. She swears, and curses, and cries. Cries and cries and cries.]

How did it happen?!

[inkdrops]

[Ah...so that was that. Miyabi had expected it to be, but even she had tried, desperately and in vain, to disbelieve it. She didn't want to, even if it was true. Hearing about Zoro's death from Marco was painful enough, yet Nami had to...gods. How the other Straw Hats must be feeling...]

...I know. I heard. [Her voice becomes a dull and quiet monotone.] I'm...sorry. I'm so very sorry.

[What else can she say? What else can she even do?]

[inkdrops]

[Oh, Miyabi understands. She's gotten flack from people in Nippon even, over how she looks and what she even is. It's usually excused when it's a small Oina child, because they don't know any better or haven't been taught about their neighboring poncles, but right now Miyabi's cranky. She grimaces and snort, looking off to the side and standing with her hands crossed. Gods...she's going to have to explain, isn't she?]

I'm a poncle. ...A forest sprite. I tend to the cherry blossom trees on the hill near here. [So no, she is not a new feather, before this girl asks.]

[fierybluebird]

[He shakes his head sadly.]

I don't know. I wasn't there. Just that were was a draft and zombies. Ace was really shook up about it. The others are too obviously.

I'm sorry Miyabi, should I have said nothing?