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flickerflash) wrote2012-03-25 02:06 pm
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[This is a very comfy forest, really. The sunlight's warm, and Katie curls up near a fallen branch and near faceplants into a patch of new spring flowers and waits for Snow White to maybe come dancing through her dreams, or Bambi, or maybe a couple rebel fighters on an awesome speeder bike chase that she can help with. Ewoks, even. Look, it's her dream, okay. She'll will one of these things into existence if she can manage it.
It takes her a long while to realise she's not actually sleeping, and that's ... a little concerning. Because to her knowledge she doesn't make a habit of going to sleep anywhere other than her very cozy bed, and she doesn't remember why she'd be out here.
Sleepwalking. All the way out here? Kidnapped. Her parents aren't rich. By aliens. That's a little better, but still kind of worrying. There's a distinct level of nervous settling over her now because she's entirely alone in the middle of a place she doesn't recognise, and she's just not adventurous enough to want to be out here without any obvious way of getting home.
It's not her fault, is it? She can't get into trouble if it's not her fault. (Is today a school day?)
It's when she staggers upright, still yawning, that her foot catches on the edge of something and she thumps back down to earth with a startled sound, turning to glare at whatever she'd touched (why are her feet bare?), and stares at the journal lying in the grass with her name stencilled on the front. And Katie reaches for it, because if it has her name maybe it has an explanation, and... the sight of it touches off muzzy memories of its own. Familiar, somehow.
So she opens it.
It takes her a long while to realise she's not actually sleeping, and that's ... a little concerning. Because to her knowledge she doesn't make a habit of going to sleep anywhere other than her very cozy bed, and she doesn't remember why she'd be out here.
Sleepwalking. All the way out here? Kidnapped. Her parents aren't rich. By aliens. That's a little better, but still kind of worrying. There's a distinct level of nervous settling over her now because she's entirely alone in the middle of a place she doesn't recognise, and she's just not adventurous enough to want to be out here without any obvious way of getting home.
It's not her fault, is it? She can't get into trouble if it's not her fault. (Is today a school day?)
It's when she staggers upright, still yawning, that her foot catches on the edge of something and she thumps back down to earth with a startled sound, turning to glare at whatever she'd touched (why are her feet bare?), and stares at the journal lying in the grass with her name stencilled on the front. And Katie reaches for it, because if it has her name maybe it has an explanation, and... the sight of it touches off muzzy memories of its own. Familiar, somehow.
So she opens it.
Oh. She knows what this is.]
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...hello?
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Then I guess I better get started on that meal, neh?
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[And she will call him back in ... probably an hour or so.]
I'm home. Do you know where I live?
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Okay! I'll see you soon.
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Hello!
[Fish? :D?]
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Hello there~! I've got a special delivery for one Katie-chan~! [He found a recipe for Japanese grilled fish and sorta ran with it. There's also some skewered fried potatoes on the side.]
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[She'll just try and tug that plate away from you now. |D]
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... You are gonna at least take it to a table, right? B|]
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But it's no trouble, Katie-chan. I'm not that hungry.
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...at least it's more dainty eating than usual. >> She even makes sure she swallows before she asks a question, like a well brought up child.] Did you use the teleporter to get here?
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What's a Sky Walk?
[/nom nom nom. Sanji, this fish is delicious. *_*]
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How about I show you after you finish eating?
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[WELL THEN. Her well brought up manners kind of devolve into a shovelling technique that is...probably still more polite than Brook, really. But still. Devouring fish at a rate of knots. B| Please stand by.]
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Thank you very much.
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And I take it the fish meets your approval?
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[And she's finished. 8|a This is a hopeful look. You mentioned Sky Walks.]
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[He sees that hopeful look and stands up, nodding toward the front door. Sky Walks are best explained outside... where there is sky.]
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/sidles back >>
wb 8Db
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