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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. ]
[Voice]
[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.]]
[Voice]
[Never mind that she's not actually a doll, but...]
I guess you're right, though. It could be worse. I could be a dog again... I'm still wondering how to handle this, though. I mean, I can't even reach most of the stuff in my apartment, you know?
[Voice]
[Time to tell the truth!]
It...doesn't really look that bad, though. It'd be a lot creepier if it was some old guy, but you make it look normal. Does that make sense? But, hey, I think I have something around that might help a bit. Hold on a sec.
[Voice]
I make it look normal...? I don't think anyone could make this look normal.
[However, she draws just a little closer to her journal curious to see what Precis has up her sleeve.]
[Voice]
I mean, "more normal," I guess. Just hold on, hold on....here it is! Precis returns with a...useless machine. It's not even something she made herself.] Well, what do you think?
[Voice]
[More normal...? However, Pilouette leans forward a bit more to take a look at what Precis is holding.]
Oh?
OH! It's like, one of those grabby thingies! I've never seen a regular one before. Mostly I've just seen the little animal shaped ones at amusement parks and stuff. Do you use it to help you build stuff? Like reaching for tools and junk?
[Voice]
[Yes, more normal. But she's forgotten about that in favor of snapping the grabber repeatedly.]
Yep! Sometimes, parts roll where you don't want 'em too. Or you have to shut yourself in a workspace and don't want to get up to grab something. That kinda thing. Think you could use it?
[Voice]
[Even if ghost stories (and ghosts) are kind of terrifying and awful, BUT]
I think so! I'll have to see if I can work the squeezey part since my hands are so small now. I might have to get like, some boxes or something to stand on, too. I can't even reach the top of my bed.
[Voice]
I'm sorry they did this to you, Pilouette.
[Voice]
[Though, she is still kind of upset at not being able to do a lot of the simplest things on her own, but...she really does appreciate Precis offering to do all this for her. She doesn't want Precis to worry about her too much, so Pilouette tries to smile.]
Well...Well, it was bound to happen eventually...I'm probably lucky that it took this long. B-Besides, it's not like it's permanent, right?!
[Voice]
[She offers a big smile. She's not so much worried as she is eager. To her, it's not so much concern as it is her sharing in Pilouette's disdain for the situation. And if it's something not working, you fix it.]
It's definitely, definitely not permanent. I promise. The Malnosso probably couldn't handle me if it were.
[Voice]
[Picking up the mirror she had knocked down earlier, she looks in it before continuing.]
Geez, I really am doll sized, huh? I'm surprised they had clothes that fit, especially with this head...
[She turns, still looking as she talks, revealing that the back of her sweater seems to be closed up with velcro, like the kind for...well, dolls.]
[Voice]
[She thinks.]
Well, there are clothes for peoples of all sizes. I don't think your size is that weird compared to some of the really big people I've seen around.
[Not saying anything about the velcro, n-nope.]
[Voice]
And I guess you're right. I have seen weirder sizes. At least I still have stuff to wear. I'll have to find something else, though. I mean, I can't just wear the same thing every day until I change back.
Oh! Hey, I didn't miss too much while I was gone, did I?
[Voice]
Do you...want me to check the clothing store before coming over? It shouldn't take me that long to throw together a few inventions for you. Oh, and no, you didn't much while you were gone. Today is my 365th day in Luceti, though.
[Voice]
If you could check that would be really great! If you see anything like my usual stuff that would be like, awesome! ...Oh! So you've been here for a year exactly today, huh? I'd say congratulations, but I dunno if a year in this place is really something most people want to celebrate, you know?
[Voice]
You've been here for a year, too. I wouldn't mind celebrating, but that's only because I've met a lot of good friends. Like you. [She's not going to pause or anything!] I'll finish up my work, then run by the stores, and then over to your place. You'll call me if you need something, right?
[Voice]
[What Precis says makes her think. As much as Pilouette complains about being in Luceti and about the Malnosso and about how much she wants to go home...She has met a lot of wonderful people in Luceti. She give Precis a big smile.]
Right! If anything comes up, I'll let you know, right away!
Action!!!
After throwing that and some boxes and climbing materials into her backpack, she's off to find clothes. She hits up the item store for doll clothes first, and then she finds some small Pilouette clothes in the clothing store. Seems like the Malnosso were anticipating her need to change her clothes within the week.
Once she's done all of that, well...knock knock!]
Action
Come on in! It's open!
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[And so in comes Precis, carrying a rather full backpack with her. She sees Pilouette immediately and squats to get a better look at her after shutting the door.]
Wow , you look a lot smaller than you do over the journals. Never fear, though, Precis is here to make your life a hundred times easier.
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Whoah! Just how much stuff did you bring...?!
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Oh, this? [She takes it off and sets it on the floor. There's an audible thud.] It's everything you asked for. Oh, and some stuff from the bakery. I figured you might be hungry.
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Omigosh, I SO am! Why don't we eat while we look at everything?
[She's trying to keep her cool, but it's really hard. She had to go a week without delicious baked goods and for Pilouette, that's a pretty long time.]
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Sure thing! There's a cupcake, 'cause I figured that'd be pretty filling, and some small cookies...and some donuts for me, hehe.
[She kneels on the ground and takes out a small box. That'll serve as the table. She places Pilouette's food on it so it doesn't just have to rest on the floor.]
There are more boxes like this one. I can rearrange them into stairs for you, so you can get to your bed and...whatever else you need. Maybe the sink? How are you going to shower?
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[Though, she may have to check that later. Having a personal pool for a little while might not be bad. She munches on a cookie (wow, even small cookies are pretty large now...) as she inspects the boxes.]
And the bed definitely. At least I probably won't have to worry about falling out of bed for a little while, I guess...Oh! Did you find anything at the clothing store?
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