text;

[unfettered]

[Encrypted to castmates.]

[Erica doesn't bother with video or audio for this. She doesn't want to encourage conversation in which she has to actually speak and have people hear how she sounds when she does. It may be obvious that she's hiding behind text but considering circumstances, she doubts that anyone will blame her.]

I know what you were all hiding from me now.
I'm not mad. I get why you all did it.
But I know now so you can all breathe a sigh of relief or whatever.
If you have something to say, say it now, but I'm not interested in having any lengthy discussions after this.

[And hopefully they'll understand if she's a bit withdrawn for a while, because as much as her text says that she's not mad, it doesn't mean she's not emotional. It doesn't mean she's done coping with her now acutely uncomfortable sense of mortality.]

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[hydro]

[ She looks flustered, and maybe a little annoyed, but not confused, and it only has a little to do with the Kedan explaining things. She’d waved them off as soon as she was let go from the carriage, and had stopped asking questions when no one had heard of Mokona.

She was still pretty sure this was all his fault. Umi grumbles looking at the camera, huffing a sharp sigh through her nose. ] Well. This isn’t Cephiro or Tokyo, and I’m not really going to just sit around waiting for some war to start! [ She huffs out another of those sharp sighs, mumbling something along the lines of ‘I don’t care what they say, Mokona better get me out of here!’ ]

Until that little marshmallow realizes he screwed up, I guess I better find some place to work. My name is Umi Ryuuzaki, and I know how to bake, and I’m pretty good at fencing. So if there’s someplace hiring, please, let me know!

[ She pauses. ] This war had better be the key to getting home, too. I’ve got important things to do back home, and in Cephiro. No offense, but this war isn’t my problem.