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[CLOSED] The March of the March

WHO: March 7th, various.
WHAT: Various shenanigans (feel free to pm me for a starter!)
WHERE: Many places
WHEN: March 2024
WARNINGS: None yet!

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[ March has been all over the place today, as she'd fully intended, because there's nothing worse than spending a special day by yourself. And sure, it's not like everyone from the Astral Express is here, but there are people who have been letting her pester them (or, she believes, grace them with her presence) and she's had fun with it.

But this is a quieter bit of downtime, evidenced by the fact that she is, in fact, alone right now as she enters the library, trusty camera at her hip.

Or she thought she was alone, but as she hears what sounds like the movement of books being fussed with, her brows furrow lightly and she heads towards the sound. ]

Hello?

[ March is used to tidying up at this point, though helping clean the interior of the Astral Express continued to be different than the work she was doing here. Still, she knows she won't be all that useful when it comes to tending to patients, not like someone like Natasha would have been.

Maybe she should look into that healing thing Yuji mentioned, but...

Well, right now, she's got other things to focus on, and it's changing linens. Very important duty.

Honestly it had gotten less exciting after the third bed and she's decided to make less trips, which is why Wriothesley might not recognize the person beyond the pile of sheets heaped high in her arms and obscuring most of her from view. She can't even tell much of where she's going, pausing uncertainly at the sound of footsteps. ]

Um.

Whoever you are, you'd tell me if I was about to bump into you, right?

[ Okay, so it's a lot like being on the Express for the first time and being assigned Dan Heng to be her ~~babysitter~~ partner for trailblazing expeditions. That had just sort of stuck more often than not, but she doubts she'll be clinging to anyone like that here.

This is just an opportunity to learn more and maybe make a new friend out of it, so March blinks amicably at the Outsider she's been partnered with and bobs her head in a little greeting nod. ]

I'm March 7th! Looks like I'll be in your care today?

[ It's a beautiful day, there are assignments that insist on the Outsiders being outside, and regardless of how much or how little Netzach protests, March is determined to drag her teammate out there.

Actual dragging may or may not commence, but regardless, she hums triumphantly once they reach the area with the grass strewn with blankets, the stalls lined up neatly to sell their food, the trees overhead gently shedding their petals. ]

See? Isn't this much better than staying inside?

[ It's been some time, with prepping and making sure Malkuth's ready so she isn't inwardly panicking over what she does and doesn't have, but March would firmly and confidently like to believe (as much as an amnesiac can) that in this case, she hasn't forgotten a thing. Snacks, slowly purchased over the course of days, assembled. Lounge wear (purple, one of her favorite colors, so thankfully she landed on the right team), adorned. A few books borrowed from the library, a mixture of genres, because March is an avid reader.

Not that she expects they'll be reading now, especially not when she's currently dipping the nail polish brush into the glittering gold of the bottle and beckoning for Malkuth to hand over her... well, hand. ]

I'll add a top coat too, so it'll make it look even smoother and it'll last longer! This color's gonna go great with your eyes, good choice!

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Yesod. (March 7th)

Wriothesley.

Elan.

Netzach.

Malkuth.