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Sakurazaki had been feeling rather lazy, especially for her, today. She was still bothered intensely by her recent bout of thinking too much about her jobs, and her right arm and shoulder was killing her from weilding Peter's sword not dirty. But she was also feeling a little restless. Snatching up her English copy of "The Art of War," a dictionary, and a notebook, she perches herself crosslegged on a log around the campfire, alternating between reading and composing some sort of sketchy lesson plan to incorperate Eastern philosphy into Peter's training.


[[open; my availabilty today? Really crazy and wonky. Unpredictable. So expect slow-play on the Sakurazaki interaction. I still wanted to toss something out, though. SP is love, and all that. :) ]]

Sakurazaki settles under a tree as usual to intiate her meditations, just out of her shower, with her hair still a little damp and hanging around her shoulders.

She really probably should have noticed that it was usually easy to find the quiet to reach her centre today. But, for the most part, she just finds it really, really nice. Peaceful....

[[open]]

Inspired by the reminder from Pippi, Sakurazaki has perched herself on the roof of her cabin, right over the door, camcorder in hand, the stick from a grape sucker resting between her lips. She was hoping to catch her cabinmates as they drifted in or out, but was finding them to be much more dormant today than they were yesterday. So she's simply getting a lot of footage of birds, which she enjoys emmensely and wondering if she'd be up to making another documentary about bird and wings and flying in her free time. She felt like she had a lot of free time to fill up, too, as her workshops this time around lacked the heavy project-ness of her last ones.

She is getting a little bored, though, feeling terribly restless.

And then there was the whole drifting off into thoughts on Destiny thing. That was a bit of a nuisence, but that's what she got for watching birds too much.



[[open]]

Sakurazaki had found the set-up of the living room for the documentary showing quite simple, cleaning up a little, pulling in some extra seating should they nead it, and scattering a spread of snacks and drinks over a table off to the side. Not that she really expected much of a turn-out, anyway, but she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something. She'd never really set up an event before.

But here it was. The directorial debuts of Setsuna Sakurazaki and Pippi Longstocking. The more she considered it, the more Sakurazaki felt that her name really was quite catchy as a director's name.

[[posted now due to work later. I be workin' on some OCD at the moment Come be enlightened or influenced!! ]]

'There's nothing a good sleep won't cure,' Alphonse had told Sakurazaki last night, but a good sleep was no where to be found. Not with the knowledge of him sleeping so close in an alcove near her, not with her mind still reeling through its strange cloudiness, trying to put pieces of one and two and three together and doing an extremely poor job of it.

She desperately needed to meditate on this.

So, in the wee hours of the morning, since she couldn't sleep anyway, Sakurazaki settled with her legs folded underneath her at the bottom of tree on the edge of the Puffin campfire, drew in a deep breath, and tried to collect herself. She focused on her breathing, knowing that she'd need to chose something simple, something important, to centre herself, otherwise she'd just get lost again. Breathe in...and out. Breathe in...and out. Cleansing breaths, revitalizing breaths. Important to life, important to clarity. She'd clear her lungs and clear her mind.


[[~open! class in a little bit, will catch dropped pings if any after that]]

After a very typical wander through the woods, Sakurazaki returns to her alcove to find two things: a letter and those horrible, horrible tones of her phone. Naturally, concerned that something might be wrong, she leaps for the phone.

( Mushi Mushi? )

Well, that was an odd conversation; still unsure of how she feels, Sakurazaki sets her phone aside and picks up the envelope. The cartoonish drawings scattered all of it of a chibified Setsuna with obvious ponytail holding hands and kissing a bunch of general chibified men doesn't just make her want to blush and hide it, but it also tells her exactly who it's from. Nice timing, Saotome-san.... Sakurazaki opens it up and ( reads )

Eyes narrowing, Sakurazaki snaps her fingers to bring up a little fire in her palm and sets the letter on fire. What the hell was she thinking, writing to Saotome-san? Worst. Idea. Ever.

By the time she collapses into a couch in the common room, tilting her head back and closing her eyes with a long sigh, she's pretty irritated and generally not in a good mood. And she just wants to sit.

[[OOC: Warning: Cuts are there with GOOD REASON. I write. A lot. ^_^ But interaction is now open, to cabinmates and anyone else who might have a reason to be there]]

Armed with mini-Yuunagi and a flashlight, although she doesn't really plan on using either of them, Sakurazaki woke in the wee hours of the fading night to relieve Tim of his guard duties. She had already deftly placed a series of paper guards around the area that would alert her to any intruders and she stalked expertly on the roof, watching, waiting, thinking. Thankfully, she still had a lot to think about, despite her weekend retreat.

Yeah. She was probably taking this a bit to seriously, but it was all just second nature for her. It felt like home.

[[OOC: what is your character doing up this early/late anyway? :P Go to bed. hehe. Open, natch]]