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Jan. 21st, 2013 12:25 am
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Return from a mallynapping )

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.]]
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cut for all kinds of introspection and whatnot )

[So, after a change of clothes (she IS still pretty embarrassed and even if its not exactly a great disguise, maybe it will help) Pils is in her usual thinking spot sitting against the back wall of the school, fiddling with her cellphone. She has never felt more lucky about finding it than she does right now. She's looking at photos of family and friends, trying to curb her homesicknes, but as she reminisces, a thought plants itself into her mind. Though she's well aware of the difference between time at home and time in Luceti, it never quite stops bugging her. And thus, she turns to the journal, if only to try and get her mind off things.]

If you get older while you're here, you go back to being the same age when you get home, right? But what if it kept happening? Like you come here, stay for a year, go home, then come right back? Like, over and over. You'd be the same age for a super long time, right?
Wouldn't that be like, totally weird?

...And, um, to anyone I ran into over the weekend...Um, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I, um, wasn't myself, I guess? You know? Sorry.

...S...Sorry!

[action]

[For a while, she'll be behind the school, looking through the various photos on her cellphone, but eventually she remembers something she's been meaning to do. She had been thinking perhaps that she should get furniture of some sort after the experiment that took place a few months prior. Not because she especially wants it, but being trapped in a corner on a blanket while your floor has become a pool of lava isn't really the most fun experience and she would like to avoid it, just in case it happens again. So, one may run into her as she carries various bits of furniture to her apartment.

However...being nonathletic and generally not very strong, whatever she's taking has to be pretty light. So she'll be carrying folding chairs or a small plastic table and similar things.]
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[Video/Action for CH 4]

[When the video feed switches on, there's a bit of a bounce, as if the journal has just opened upon been dropped. When it finally stops, one can see a crooked view of a set of stairs. Seconds later, there's a sharp yelp and the camera catches a brief glimpse of a certain blonde teenager tumbling past, down the stairs, followed by the loud thud of her smacking into a wall. But fear not, this is no act of violence. Just a clumsy teen being clumsy.]

Ow...ow ow owwww...!

[For a minute or so, one can hear a few whines and quiet hisses of pain.]

Mmmrrrgghh... S...Stupid wings...! Ow... Okay. Just need to...get up. Ooogh, first my hair and now this...!

[Apparently, Pilouette has forgotten she even dropped the journal because after a few seconds, it gets some good footage of her feet shakily shuffling forward, right before she trips over it and, letting out a loud shriek, gets a nice faceful of STAIRS just as the feed cuts out.]


[Action]

[Later, after putting on a different set of clothes, Pils heads out to the grocery because there's one thing that always makes her feel better on a crappy day: BAKING~! At least the bad weather from the past week has cleared up. There's a chance one may run into her at the grocery or on the way back. Either way, with the way her luck is going, she's pretty paranoid and just trying not to make things worse for herself, so she'll be stepping carefully.]

[Later in the afternoon, Pilouette can be found sitting outside, behind the school, stuffing herself with sweets and generally being A DEGENERATE PUNK a mopey little sourpuss.]

((ooc: Feel free to indirectly/accidentally cause bad things to happen! It's like a big festival of bad luck!))
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[

Virgo
Wash your hands more often
Yep, that's a panda
Your next shower will be interrupted by a large mildly poisonous insect.
Believe everything you read.


Pilouette, deciding to ignore the horoscope that's suddenly appeared in her journal decides to go about her day, starting with a shower. However, ten minutes in, she's dashing back out of the bathroom in a towel, screaming at the top of her lungs after noticing what appears to be a frying pan sized bug crawling around on the wall. She throws on some clothes before locking the bug in the bathroom to prevent it escaping.

The fact that there's a GIANT BUG in the bathroom in brings her to a conclusion: The place she's living in is filthy and must be cleansed in case there are any GIANT BUG EGGS, and if it's that filthy who knows what kind of germs and dirt are floating about?! "Wash your hands more often" indee- wait what is that? What is that on her bed is that a-]


Ohmigossssshhhh, what is going here?! There was a...a bug in my shower and that freaky horoscope and...A PANDA! WHY IS THERE A PANDA?!

[During the day she'll be either walking around loaded up with cleaning supplies or rampaging around her room in CH 4 cleaning like mad. Residents of CH 4 feel free to bug her while she's cleaning. If you run into her, you can try to con her into cleaning things you don't want to.

Also, there's a panda. She has no idea where it came from, but it's more or less just following her and getting in the way.

However, from Monday onwards...she'll also be gullible. Really gullible. She will believe anything she hears or reads. ]

((OOC: Feel free to skip ahead to Monday.))
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Okay, you guys, you can come out now! This so totally isn't even funny! No, seriously, it's about as funny as the time you put me on the porch. I get it, I'm a heavy sleeper, but if you want me to wake up, then like, just wake me up!

Ugh, geez, what I even wearing? Seriously, this is- Oooh, this is actually kind of cute. Oh, oooh, my clothes! They're right here!

...Oh, no way! They cut holes in the back?! This is my favorite shirt, too! And they didn't even leave me a coat. It's like, totally FREEZING! It's SNOWING! THEY DUMPED ME OUT IN THE SNOW!

[She lets out an exasperated sigh.]

Geez, where am I anyway? It wasn't even snowing earlier, was it? Is there even a forest anywhere near our neighborhood!? Ow! Ow, OW! My back...! What did those guys do?!

[She's silent for a few moments.]

Omigosh. Omigosh are these wings? Why do I have wings? I have wings!

I have wings.

Omigosh, I'M DEAD! WHY AM I DEAD!?

[Anyone who is around the area may see a teenage girl tromping about in the snow, talking to herself and completely flipping her lid.]

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