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[When Pilouette wakes up in the morning, she finds that the Malnosso at least had the decency to put her back where they got her. While she's glad to be back, overall she's still pretty upset about the whole thing. Though, she admits to herself, it's probably amazing that she got through a whole year without being specifically targeted and experimented on. The past week is pretty fuzzy. She can hardly remember what happened to her while she was in the Malnosso's custody. It kind of makes her wish she wasn't such a heavy sleeper; it probably made it that much easier for the droids to grab her.
She sits for a moment just blinking her eyes, trying to shake off the groggy feeling the experimentation has left her with. As she sits, she figures it's probably a good idea to let her friends know that she's back, safe and sound (relatively speaking). And if she's going to do that, she has to make herself look presentable first. She climbs out of bed...
...and finds that there now seems to be a much greater drop from her bed to the floor.
The fact that there's a drop at all is worrying. As she sits on the floor, she looks up only to find that the Malnosso have taken her down a few pegs. About four feet worth of pegs to more specific. She now stands at just over a foot tall, now unable to even reach the top of her bed. What follows is approximately five minutes of screaming and flailing as Pilouette simultaneously panics and curses the Malnosso for what they've done.
See, this is why she's always saying mean things about them.
After a while, she does her best to get her head together. She's seventeen. That's practically an adult, right? She can handle this. She can so handle this. She can so totally handle this. First things first! Let her friends know she's okay! Her journal seems to be on top of her bed, though...So she'll just head out and tell them in person! But she quickly finds she can't quite reach the doorknob of her apartment door. She starts moving her only chair towards the door, but finds that she probably wouldn't be able to climb up onto it once she got it there. She can't handle this. She really can't handle this. She just super totally can't handle this.
More screaming. More flailing.
After a few moments, she starts to scramble around her apartment, trying to find something she can use to get out of this predicament. To think she had finally started getting somewhere, learning all kinds of helpful things, working hard so she could contribute and help others...and now she couldn't even open the door to her apartment on her own.
Eventually, she bumps into a table, knocking down a hand mirror and she does not like what she sees. Along with her new height, or lack thereof, she looks more like a crane game prize than she does a teenage girl. ]
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[Making a point to cover up the camera, Pilouette finally gets it together enough to put out a message on the journals. Hopefully, no one will notice her voice sounds just a bit higher pitched than usual.]
It's, um, Pils. Just...Just wanted to let people know that, uh, I'm back now! And I'm pretty much okay! A-Also, uh...
[No. Don't ask. Don't even ask. This is terrible. Embarrassing, even. But, after a moment of thought she sighs. Even if she is practically an adult, at present, she's barely over a foot tall. If she can't get out of her apartment, she can't do anything...]
If someone in Community House 4 could come and open the door to Apartment 9 on the second floor, you would really be helping me a lot. I-It shouldn't be locked either. ...Th-Thanks.
[Action]
[From the 21st through the 25th, Pilouette will be attempting to go about her business as normal. That's what an adult would do, right? She's sure she'll be just fine! However, her current state of smallness is only proving to make mundane tasks more difficult. She's literally having to try and climb into her schooldesk, those high shelves at the grocery are suddenly quite a bit higher and...well. Doors. She'll probably even drop by the bakery a few times during the week for a mood raiser.
Plus, those in CH4 may find her doing her best to clean up or even shoving around chairs in the kitchen in an attempt to reach the counters and cook her meals as usual, with little success.]
[[ooc: Feel free to run into her at anytime during the weekdays. By Saturday morning, she'll be back to normal.]]
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Don't mess around with me! THIS ISN'T A JOKE, YOU KNOW! You finally decide to stop being lazy and help someone and it's now...!
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[He walks closer and places a paw on her head.]
I only came over because I was bored. You don't have to think I'm helping you.
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[No, he's probably right. The vacuum is way too heavy for her now, but that won't stop her from making idle threats. She starts swatting at his paw, though she's even weaker than she was before.]
Hey! I'm not here to entertain you! Like, this is a real problem! And you're not helping me! I haven't even been back for very long and you're already starting to get on my nerves!
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[Go on, Pilouette. He's kind of curious. Or is he mocking her? His panda poker face is as impressive as always.]
Ehhh...do you want me to close the door again on my way out, then?
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[Gosh darn it Panda why do you do these things? Whether he is or not, Pilouette is just going to assume that he's making fun of her. Stupid Be- wait what did he just say?]
N-NO! Of course I don't want to you close it! I can't even reach the door knob to open it myself! That's why I asked for someone to come open it for me!
[She just didn't anticipate Panda being the one to do it...]
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[He tilts his head. Pilouette is so confusing.]
So what am I doing? Am I getting on your nerves or am I helping? I did open your door for you, you know.
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You can do both, you know. But...Thanks, I guess, for opening the door.
But did you really opening to help me or just to let yourself in?
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It is really funny seeing you like this, though. How are you going to eat bamboo like that...?
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I've told you before I don't eat bamboo...! And how is this funny?! I got like, kidnapped in the middle of the night, experimented on and they dumped me back here like this! Me being like this is like, a for real serious issue! I mean, I'm...
[...practically helpless...]
I'm in some real trouble until I'm back to normal.
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[He throws his hands up in the air.]
Ah, but you're so small. I don't think you'll be any trouble to handle at all. Don't they have baby food at the grocery store...?
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B-B-B...BABY FOOD?! I'm not a baby, you dumb bear! I'm seventeen, I am practically an ADULT, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU'RE SO RUDE, I CAN'T EVEN-!
[She's just gonna continue this squeaky little hissy fit she's having unless she's stopped.]
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You're [Not "I'm"] so rude you can't...even lift a vacuum? Did I get it right?
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Anyway, if you're done saying rude stuff, maybe you should go back to your own apartment...!
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Hmm...[He has to think about this, seriously.] There's still a few things I want to say.
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Well, if you've got something else to say, like, go ahead and say it already!
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[It begins.]
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Are you sure? Can you really be sure, Pilouette?
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[Though, when she's back to normal, she'll definitely be taking a more careful look at herself.]
Aaaaaaaugh, you're such a jerk!
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[He's either trolling or completely oblivious or both, as per usual. Either way, he's the worst roommate ever.]
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And! If my hair does look a little different, it's like, because I only just got back! I haven't had a chance to fix it right yet!
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