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03 | [Action/Video]
May. 28th, 2012 03:40 pmMay 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.]
