Sally Donovan (
cop_an_attitude) wrote2012-05-28 03:40 pm
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03 | [Action/Video]
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.]
[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.]
[video, may 30th]
Seventh floor of what building?
Re: [video, may 30th]
Building one, room 31. I'd meet you out front, but I can't open the door.
[video, may 30th]
Alright. I'll be there in a bit. I'd, uh ... say sit tight or something, but ... yeah. [ ... wince. Just ... shuts the journal, away she goes, be more awkward Foster. ]
Re: [video, may 30th]
Feel free to just come in when you get here; Sally will just be sitting against the sofa. Not on it; against it. "On" was too high up to manage. She's paging laboriously through her journal for lack of much else to do.]
...Hi.
[video, may 30th]
... then, of course, it takes her a moment to find--
Oh.
Wow, that IS tiny.
Grimacing, yet also kind of fighting a smile, Jane carefully moves over to where Sally is sitting, and kneels down. ]
This is even more surreal in person. So, did you ... want a lift? [ Just kinda. Holds her hand out. Wow everything about this situation is the strangest fucking thing that's ever happened to her. ]
Re: [video, may 30th]
Sally just kind of stares up at Jane's face, then down at her hand, and just...sighs, and stands up.]
I'm never, ever going to live this down. Would you mind, just...putting me up somewhere higher, I suppose?
[And then, after a moment of vaguely perturbed hesitation, she steps onto Jane's hand. And avoids eye contact.]
[video, may 30th]
Don't worry about it. I mean, I'm not going to tell anyone.
[ Caaaarefully lifting Sally up. WOW THERE'S A TINY PERSON IN HER HAND, WHAT IS HER LIFE RIGHT NOW? Carries her slowly to a table and sets her down. ] There. Is that, uh, better?
Re: [video, may 30th]
A bit, yeah. Thanks. ...Everything's-- well, I know it's not, but everything seems so huge. I hope the Malnosso have a very good reason for this.
[video, may 30th]
[ Said with at least some humor, to try and take the edge off. ]
Can I, um. Get you something?
Re: [video, may 30th]
[She does smile tightly, though, because she appreciates that Jane is trying. It does help a little to have someone to talk to who isn't actively laughing at her.]
Um, actually, I haven't eaten yet. ...I'm not sure if I even have anything small enough to eat. I think I have grapes...
[video, may 30th]
Re: [video, may 30th]