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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.

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[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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P..pretty lousy, actually. [Sheepishly] I mean, I guess it would still be pretty funny, but I wouldn't like it...

Yeah, see? This is like, super lame.

[Frowning, she crosses her arms and leans against the rock, letting out a sigh.]

Anyway, I hope it doesn't last too long. I don't know how long I can stand being like this...

Yeah, I hope that doesn't last too long... and if you ever need someone to carry you or something, I can do that.

I won't need anyone to carry me!

[...Maybe.]

I may be small, but I'm not a baby or something, you know! I can still walk!

Yeah, but it would be a long trip for you to go anywhere!

Oh...I didn't think about that! Come to think of it, even getting across my apartment took me a little longer than it should have. B-but I bet being carried around would be really embarrassing, like when people carry around their pets or whatever.

So how about we try it, you can see if it's that bad? [He shrugs a little before crouching down and putting his hand on the ground, offering for her to get on there]

[For a moment, she stands there staring at his hand. She still doesn't like the idea of having to be carried around like a poodle or some kind of doll, especially when she tries so hard to be taken seriously. But Rin did have a point. Being so small, going anywhere would take a long time.

Reluctantly, she carefully steps on to his hand.]

[And with a gulp, he puts a another hand to the side of her and tries to gently raise his hand up more. ...He can't help but feel she's going to fall or he's going to drop her or trip or something. Maybe he should ask her to sit-- but that would be weird]

[She's a little shaky, squeezing her eyes shut as he lifts her. Slowly, she opens one eye then the other. She looks about, still a bit wobbly. She lets out a breath before speaking.]

O-Okay. This isn't...so bad. I guess.

You sure you're not tripping?

[Because this feels precarious, like his hand isn't flat enough. He suspects this is bad. But. If she says it's okay, then...]

Y-yeah...Whoa!

[She grabs on to the hand he's put up to the side, as she wobbles a little, shutting her eyes again. She does her best to stand up straight, slowly opening her eyes again.]

Yeah...Yeah, okay. I think I just need to like, learn to balance better...

Whoa-! [When she's tripping some, that is, but he breathes out a huge sigh of relief when she doesn't fall or anything. Phew]

You scared me, there!

S-Sorry! I-It's fine! I'm okay! ...I didn't think about how much higher this is now that I'm little...

I guess this will work out okay, but...I'll still try to get places on my own when I can. I mean, I can't just ask people to carry me everywhere, you know?

Yeah... that might be best, after all. Hold on, I'll let you down. [Slowly, crouching as he makes his hands go down slowly and as levely as he can down to let her off]

[She does her best to balance and, when his hands are low enough, she carefully hops off, landing with a little squeak.]

At least that's figured out...Maybe I'll just figure everything else out as it comes up? It's hard to suddenly think about stuff like this.

Yeah, all I can think of other than that is that food might be a little weird. [A little sheepishly, as he stands proper again]

Oh! I didn't even think about that! I'll only be able to eat a tiny, tiny bit now...

I guess that means I should hold off on the sweets. After all, even a slice of cake would take days to finish and by the time I got to the last bit, it would already be all stale and yucky...

[She frowns, sulking. Cutting down on her sweets intake? No one could ever understand how devastating this is for her.]

You could probably eat some blocks of sugar as being big cubes now though!

[This is clearly a good idea.

...Ignore she's note quite that small]

[Rin.

Rin please.]

But why in the heck would I want to eat plain sugar?! Sure, it's sweet, but it's not the same at all!

Well it's still sweet!

It's not the same at all! That's like telling someone to mush up a strawberry on their toast instead of using strawberry jam because it's still fruit or something!

Yeah, sugar is sweet, but it doesn't have the same texture as cake does! Plus, there are so many different kinds of cakes...sugar is just sugar. ...Well, there's brown sugar. And powdered sugar. And...Oh, that's not the point! The point is, I'm not planning on just like, scarfing down a cube of sugar! Like, gross.

[...Heheheheh that sounds funny. A mashed up strawberry... hehheehe]

Yeah, that makes sense. I see what you're sayin'

Yeah, see?

[She nods, satisfied that she's made her point.]

...But I guess I should thank you for your help. With this rock, I won't have to worry about getting stuck in my apartment again!

Yep, that's the idea! And if you need any other help with it and no one else's got it like Precis or somethin' you can call me. It's no problem, this or that. [And he gives a wide grin now his snickering has died down.]

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