"determined bowmaiden" 🎀🏹🎀 sayori (
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OPEN ♥ first poem! early february
Who: Sayori, the Undertale household, and perhaps even you!
When: February 1-9
Where: 103 Loomis Drive, North & East Santa Rosita
What: Settling into Santa Rosita, making friends, and pretending Everything Is Fine!
Warnings: References to death & suicide
FEB 1 ♥ ARRIVAL! 103 Loomis Drive (closed to Sans & Lorna)
FEB 2 ♥ EXERCISE! Maple Park
FEB 2-3 ♥ DINE IN! Blue Moon Diner
FEB 4, 6-9 ♥ STUDY! Santa Rosita Public Library
FEB 6-9 ♥ POETRY & PEOPLE-WATCHING! Rose Garden Park
ANYTIME ♥ WILDCARD! Anywhere
When: February 1-9
Where: 103 Loomis Drive, North & East Santa Rosita
What: Settling into Santa Rosita, making friends, and pretending Everything Is Fine!
Warnings: References to death & suicide
FEB 1 ♥ ARRIVAL! 103 Loomis Drive (closed to Sans & Lorna)
[She wakes up disoriented in a disconcertingly familiar way. In a very comfy bed and nice new pajamas, staring up at the ceiling of a perfect little bedroom. The memory of someone crying for help lingers, as does what felt like a long, long dream. This is where she woke up in that dream too. It's not as alarming this time, but it's more nauseating. Like someone's gone and clicked New Game without saving their progress.
At least this strange bedroom offers her the privacy to press her hands to her eyes and definitely totally not cry out of stress for a little while before she faces this strange new world.
This time, she takes a closer look at the photos. The same people feature in them; Sans and the woman who must be Lorna. If the stuff she remembers from her dream was true, at least. Kidnapped weighs a bit more heavily on her mind now. It sounded far too impossible when Sans said it in the dream, but...well, you're supposed to learn through repetition or something, right? Whatever it is, waking up here all over again makes it feel more real.
She actually gets dressed this time too. She doesn't feel like doing it, but if this really is a restart, she doesn't want to make people worry by running around in her pajamas. The clothes in the closet are cute, at least. They almost feel too cute for her, in a faraway fantasyish way. They fit her too perfectly to deny, though.
She dons a sunflower-print shirtdress with a flared skirt. Adjusts the folded collar too many times. Marvels at the size of the pockets. And spends far too much time staring at herself in the mirror before finding a headband with a big red bow on it. It's not quite right, but it's a little closer to what she usually looks like. A lot of the shoes have heels, and though they aren't high, she opts for the flattest pair in the closet because she doesn't want to klutz it up and twist her ankle. At the last minute, she even remembers to brush her teeth! And that's really about the last of the energy she has for this exhausting plot twist, but—
Smile. Smile. She has to smile. She doesn't want to be a burden.
Despite Sayori's sullen emotional state, she looks and sounds like she doesn't have a care in the world as she holds onto the banister at the bottom of the stairs and does a fun little spin-lean from it out into the hallway. She calls curiously out into the house once she's firmly on the ground floor.] Helloooo? Is anyone else here? I...think I'm supposed to live here now?
[Maybe they're not home, though? But if they aren't, she'll wait around until they are, snacking in the kitchen until they return.]
FEB 2 ♥ EXERCISE! Maple Park
[Something fun that Sayori rediscovers about suburbia is that it's harder to walk places. She's used to being able to walk to school (sort of,) so the distance she has to walk to get uptown is something she's not expecting. It's not insurmountable by any means, but it's further than she's used to, so she's really feeling it in her legs by the time she reaches North Santa Rosita.
Which is why Maple Park is the first place she stops. She's donned a long yellow coat for the February weather and is collapsed on one of the garden's benches rather inelegantly, slumped down with her hands on her stomach and her legs extended to stretch them out. Her head is lolled back against the bench's back and her breathing is heavy. While her poor posture fetches the occasional look from the townspeople more concerned with manners, Sayori is more preoccupied with resting after that unexpected amount of exercise.
After a moment, she groans, closing her eyes and whining to no one in particular.] Why's everything so far apart here? I don't know how to drive!
FEB 2-3 ♥ DINE IN! Blue Moon Diner
[Even though, in her dream, she saw and did some of the things Santa Rosita has to offer, there are still a lot of things she missed. A lot of things to be amazed by, for better or worse (better this time, she thinks; the worse will probably come later.)
In this case, it's the very cute Blue Moon Diner. And more specifically, the roller-skating servers, who Sayori watches through the front windows of the establishment. She watches like that for a while, eyes wide with wonder. She looks like she's moments from pressing her face up to the glass like a kid.] This place is so cute!
[Then, apropos of nothing, she turns to the nearest person who doesn't look terribly busy with anything else (you.) Her grin is eager and genuine.] Hey, wanna get something to eat with me?
[This is how you make friends, right? Just ask a rando to lunch with you?]
FEB 4, 6-9 ♥ STUDY! Santa Rosita Public Library
[In the days following, Sayori is a bit more prepared for getting around, especially after the luncheon. And thankfully the library is closer to the neighborhood they've all been shoved into.
Sayori doesn't seem much like the type to be hanging out in a library, but there she is anyway, set up at one of the tables with a selection of books scattered around her. Upon closer inspection, all the books are poetry collections. There's a notebook nearby with a pen tucked into its pages, as well, but Sayori is spending most of her time flitting between the various poetry collections she's picked out.
Should she be approached, she startles a bit, and then speaks in a voice like a stage whisper. Like she's trying very hard to do an indoor voice but doesn't really understand how.] Oh! I'm sorry, do you need one of these?
FEB 6-9 ♥ POETRY & PEOPLE-WATCHING! Rose Garden Park
[It's pretty cold to be spending a bunch of time outside, but Sayori doesn't seem very bothered as she's set up at one of the picnic tables. She's bundled up in a heavy coat and pants this time, and she's got a brown paper lunchbag with her, regardless of the time of day. A notebook is open in front of her, and about half the time, she can be seen writing in it or at least pondering its pages for what to write next.
The other half of the time, she stares contemplatively out into the park. She watches the children at the playground often, but doesn't make a move to join them, unlike in her dream. She seems like she's in much deeper thought, frankly, her expression neutral and her gaze sometimes faraway.]
ANYTIME ♥ WILDCARD! Anywhere
[ None of these float your boat? Feel free to wildcard running into Sayori elsewhere in North or East Santa Rosita prior to February 10th!
For handwaved introductions or a custom starter, hit me up wherever you're most comfortable:ceesawaseesaw, cee#9435 on Discord, or my contact post. Sayori will also be attending the luncheon on February 5th, so feel free to assume your character saw or met her there if you'd like to tag the later prompts! ]