[Written - Private to the Spades]

Spades,

Please note that the cleaning rota has been changed and will remain as such for the foreseeable future. This rota takes effect immediately.

Thank you for your co-operation,

Selphie.

*The curt note from Selphie in itself is a bit strange, but the rota is even stranger. In charge of cleaning, Selphie is known for being pretty fair when it comes to organising the sharing of the cleaning duties, but this new version seems far from fair. Bolin and Asami will notice that they've been assigned the most horrible, more labour-intensive duties that typically everyone hates. Everyone else might see that they're going to be getting off lightly for now. If anyone wants to approach Selphie about this, they can - she'll be in hiding, probably in her room.*

[Written - Private to Aya]

Aya, we need to talk...
 

*The journal starts off first with a breath, like someone is about to say something really important, but difficult to say. But instead of words, there's just a soft, slow sigh. Talking about this really isn't going to be easy, so she promptly decides to write things down instead. She writes very carefully, not committing to putting the words down until she's got them straight in her head, which is unusual for Selphie*

My whole life, I've never known my parents. They died when I was very young, it seemed, and recently I've gained back some memories of the orphanage I used to live in. I didn't know what they looked like, what they did, what kind of people they were. In a way, I think I accepted that. I was never adopted, and I was sent to live at a military school. That, for me, was always that. Of course I wondered. Of course I imagined they'd come back. But what I never imagined, was meeting someone here who does have memories of my parents.

These past couple of months, it's like my whole world has been flipped upside down, and I'm not even in my home world. Since the new year, one thing after another, and another. Sometimes it's just hard to know what to think anymore. It's not just this place, but the people too. I've always been a think-on-your-feet, live-in-the-moment type girl, but until recently, I don't think I ever really appreciated just how quickly everything can completely change, swept from beneath your feet, dumped on you from a great height.

Now that I've written this much, I'm not really sure what it is I wanted to say. I suppose, just that, even though this world isn't home, there's no underestimating what might happen, and how the people we meet here might affect us.

Just keep happy, everyone.

Just keep doing the things that make you smile.

*Then the journal entry finishes. There's not the usual signing of her name, not the usual message of love and peace, nor a scribbled love heart, or a smiley face. But she does go back to underline that last line, if even for her own sake than anyone else's*