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This is the appointments post for Sally Donovan! If you want to thread with Sally anytime, anywhere, here's the place to do it.

Please title your threads with the date of the interaction.
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May 26th, Action

[Sally's horoscope predicts rotten luck, and rotten luck she shall have. In spades. Losing things, putting shirts on backwards, tripping, dropping stuff, and generally failing to get absolutely anything right. If you approach her, she will probably step on your foot by accident. If you talk to her, she'll say the wrong thing without meaning to.

Until the end of the 29th, you can find her around town trying to stay as much out of everyone's way as physically possible. And hating life. A lot.]


May 30th, Video

[Once she gets her journal propped against the nightstand and sets it to record, Sally stands back and stares at the camera. Behind her, the bottom of a bedskirt is visible, along with a dust bunny that could take her in a fight. Now roughly six inches tall, she holds position for a moment, as though daring anyone to make anything of it.]

Right. ...Right. You know, when I moved onto the seventh floor, I reckoned all the stairs would give me a bit of a workout in the mornings. I didn't take into account that I might end up trapped in my flat because the stairs are now comparable to bloody Mount Everest.

I hate to ask, but is anyone available to give me a lift? I haven't eaten today because I haven't worked out how to open the fridge or get up onto the kitchen counter, and I'm not at home to Mr. Lunacy until after breakfast.

[And right before she closes the book, she remembers:] Thanks.

June 3rd, Action

[Back to her regular size now, Sally is still...different. She wouldn't dream of arguing or disagreeing right now; in fact, she's unlikely to even introduce herself. Until the 5th, you can find her holed up in her room, wandering the less civilized areas of Luceti, or keeping her head down in the library, because animals and books are a lot less scary than people.]
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[Early enough in the morning that it's clear someone couldn't get back to sleep, a series of doodles appear on the page: they're Sally's best estimate of the floor plan of her apartment, with little rudimentary sketches of furniture in various placements. Over the span of a half hour, several are drawn with different configurations and crossed out before one ends up circled. A check mark is drawn next to it for good measure.

She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.

Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]


Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.

My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.

[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]
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[For a moment, nothing happens. The camera is focused on a patch of grass. There are rustling sounds and a woman's voice mutters indistinguishably to herself, and eventually the journal is righted so that the camera focuses on Sally's face. There is a leaf in her hair. She does not look happy.]

Right, I think I've worked out what this thing does, and I just want to say that if this is someone's idea of a joke, I'm not laughing. See this? [She lifts up a police badge containing her ID.] This is a police badge. It's my police badge, yeah? It says I'm Sergeant Sally Donovan of London PD, which means that when I find out who's responsible for this, for...this [She gestures down the length of her body, at the dress that isn't hers] and for this [She turns the journal to take in the unfamiliar surroundings] and I don't even know how to start about this [She jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the pair of dark brown wings that definitely aren't supposed to be there] that person or persons are in a world of trouble.

My advice to you, whoever you are, is to come forward immediately. That's less trouble on my part and a lighter sentence for you, so it's in everyone's best interest. Do not make me find you.

[Sally fumes silently for a moment, and when she decides her point has been made, the recording ends.]

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