Itsubun Morning

Most days, the alarm clock is an enemy. WHen it goes off that means that the worst is upon you-that the time for rest is over, that you have to leave your nice warm bed and face the world. Maybe its forcing you to get ready for school, consigned to a desk. Or... actually no that was the big one. School, or making you get up for some sunday appointment.

That was not this day. Today when the alarm went off so did Itsubun like a shot, smacking the bright pink alarm playing the theme from Sloth Warriors. Sheets where left terribly askew, a sleeping mask tossed to the ground. Her power already buzzed in her head as she found her slippers, bright pink and fuzzy and patterned with cute little puppy faces. She ran at full speed, letting her slippers slide on the hardwood floor as she made it around the corner, flimsy light pastel blue fabric flying like a cape behind her.

Location of items. Clean spoons... what, next door?! Ugh, fine, dirty spoons. Sink! She found them next, immediately set to scrubbing them as she checked the next items. Good, clean bowl, they had three, so that was in that cupboard....

She finished cleaning the spoon, flipping over the cupboard and grabbing the bowl to drop on the countertop. It rattled softly, skittering in her haste, and then it was cereal and milk, the latter sloshing dangerously as she grabbed the still full bowl and kept running.

One might argue that all of this haste could be easily avoided if she had just set her alarm clock a half hour earlier. Or even just ten minutes, give her some breathing room so that everything didn't have to be done at a breakneck pace. Such thoughts are for the foolish would would consider a warm bed something one abandoned easily. No, the alarm clock was still the enemy of the day, and the bed the only safe refuge, just that this appointment was one that one cherished.

Cereal bowl clunked on the living room table as she ran back to her room, cursing herself for a minor oversight-grabbing her favorite blanket off of her bed and pulling it away, wrapping it around her like a cultists robe, before rushing back to the living room. Her power... perfect, remote was in place, and a double test for working batteries confirmed they were already in the remote (HA, she wasn't going to get caught by /that/ one again!)

And thus with a sudden leap and a landing on the couch, wrapped in her pajamas and best blanket and a bowl of sugary cereal in her lap, Itsubun turned the television on for her Saturday Morning cartoons-6:00, just in time~

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"AUGH! That was such a good episode!" For not the last time she wished that Tankenfu has a phone. Like, her being able to call her at anytime would be annoying, and its not like she liked the girl, but she was the only one that watched these cartoons and she /had/ to share her keen insights with someone.

Hrm. Maybe she could buy her a phone. Again, just for the sharing of cartoon knowledge. Not like she was worried about her being all on her own and stuff. That'd be dumb, she was just a fellow student.

She turned off the TV, trodding back to her room. A few hours later, she gave a morning yawn before finally starting to get things cleaned up-straightening her sheets, adjusting her comforter, tidying (snuggling with) some of her stuffed animals as she muffled a yawn that she totally didn't feel, and getting things set. Back to the kitchen, this time making herself attend to dirty dishes. Silverware first, scrubbing through and roughly cleaning spoon and knives and forks.

Ugh, how had she gone so long without dishes? Dishes were stupid. Idly she used her power to look for more dirty silverwear... two from the couch cushions (Spoons. Not hers. Someone elses. Duh.) and then getting the tray and plate from her grandmothers room. That took some tiptoeing around things but eventually her power was confirming no dirty dishes in the house. At least none that anyone knew of.

That was weird caveat. Like how did someone /know/ that things were places. It wasn't like she remembered losing two spoons into the couch. Maybe it was knew of or handled recently? Out of old curiosity she tried to pinpoint the location of the Seamstress, her old stuffed spider with a tophat and a big silly smile.

Of course, like every other time she thought to search for Seamstress, no arrow or tug in any direction. Just thinking of an old stuffed toy. Was it because it was destroyed? Or maybe had been altered more then she was imagining? Or maybe she was imagining it wrong? She pouted softly, going through potential reasons. Or she thought of it as /hers/ still too much, and whoever had it now thought of theirs so thinking of it as her spider?

She instead tried to think of generic spiders, only to feel the light shift of confusing something. Oh, right, spiders are living things. Aaaand there was probably some close by she just made lose track of where they are. Silly.

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Well thinking about her powers had lead to her wanting to play. So two hours later she was finally dressed, wearing her messenger bag and out in the town, playing a scavenger hunt. She hefted the bag, not even feeling a twinge of pain from her shoulder. Wow Patience and the doctor /really/ fixed her up! Now to get started.

"Alright. So... lets see. Something blue that I can hold...." She thought, feeling the compass swirl in her head. She could easily imagine blue and something she could hold, but still it was vague enough she felt her power whirling and struggling... only to steady pointing behind her. A twirl, her pigtails whirling around as she marched in this direction.

She stepped around amd moved through the other foot traffic, face scrunched up as she concentrated. Whatever she was following was /moving, she felt the direction shift solidly to the right. She turned on her toe to follow, running briskly and shifting around a person and...

Oh! Behind her now! She turned, feeling the arrow in her mind spinning. SHe was close, practically ontop of it, where...

And then a flash, someone lifting a blue cellphone to their ear, talking. It took a moment of watching, moving past the person to confirm she was tracking their cellphone, before she grinned, and let go of the focus. Okay, so next, how about... closest red thing that was bigger then a breadbox....

So on and so forth. Noting all the things that /technically/ fit her description as loose as it was that she passed to find her other items. Or noting what things she found quickly. Or when her power seemed to fizzle and not offer her guidance at all.

She giggled, taking a picture of the big yellow wooden statue in front of the restaurant she had found herself at, listening to foreign music play from inside. From inside a loud, accented voice shouted and boasted. "Come! Try our new spicy empanadas! So hot, you'd need to be a hero as great as the Legendary Nacho to finish it in a single sitting!"

The boasting earned a giggle, and Itsubun found herself tempted to go in and get something when there was a tug at her thoughts, like someone jerking a leash, a direction forming suddenly.

She shook her head conciously letting go-she wasn't hunting anything. But still the pressure was there, a light knot that she couldn't unravel. Shaking her head became a soft growl, and she huffed as she turned, feeling the constant pressure, like she was a fish on a hook. Tugging and jerking firmly.

Uuggh. Great, someone must have LOST something.