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[It's another normal(ish) day. Temari hates normal. Normal is boring. Sometime during the early afternoon, she addresses the population at large.]

[Voice | Unfiltered]

What do you people do to keep yourselves occupied around here?

[As for her attempt to find fun, she's making her way toward a fairly empty spot not too far outside of town (despite the cold) -- after a detour to the grocery store. She was going for lunch but she found such a buy there that she couldn't resist.

If anyone asks about her carrying a large bag of nothing but pineapples, they're for target practice.

And, no, she did not take great pleasure in affixing the damn things to those poles she found. And she might even deny making dummies with pineapples for heads for any particular reason. It just seemed right.

And that scary smile when she proceeds to decimate one of those pineapple-headed dummies is just coincidence.

She should do this more often.]

[Temari's back.

She's not sure she wants to be. She's keeping to the trees as much as she can, before she finally decides she really needs to get into the town and figure out what in the hell is going on.

There's blood smeared across her cheek. Her hands are scraped raw. Her wings -- normally tucked away under her clothes -- are ragged and missing feathers here and there. There's a wild look in her eye.

And she doesn't really know where she is.

This might not end well. At least she doesn't have her fan on her.]