13th Memory [Action/Voice]

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Sayo had been having a decent weekend, and for a moment, it seemed like it was right back to normal in Luceti. Still had those bouts of 'sleeping' problems, but hey, things were doing well. That is, until she found herself about 1 inch off the ground, barely enough to fit in a palm. Now she's shuffling sideways outside of work, leaving her clothes in a round pile to panic among the people walking by. Oh god oh god everyone's almost stepping on her—she skuttles over to the door to Seventh Heaven and beats her claw on it. Aaaah, that's right, she's early, oh no, oh dear—

THAT GUY ALMOST STEPPED ON HER.

So, Luceti. There's a high-pitch SCREAAAAA— noise as she skuttles haphazardly around people's (your?) feet. And if you listen well enough, you can hear the teeny tiny stunned voice:]

I'VE BEEN TURNED INTO A MONSTER!!

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Someone help me, I can't move well—please don't step on me—ahh!! Please, look down; o-oh, my clothes, my journal, someone!!


[Way way way later:]

[Voice]

Is... anyone else having troubles maneuvering their journals? [>_>]

((ooc: replies from whats_a_crab , time is totally breakable. :|b))

Comments

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

...

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

[Still oh-so-nervously:] I-if I stay down here much longer, I'm worried I'll end up crushed, and that wouldn't be very desirable, would it?

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Hnn...

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

[Kicking and flailing seems to be the best way to go about this.]

Ah, please! Just let me sit on your hand--I-I'm afraid of heights!

[Or, at least, she is when she's this small. ;;]

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Rrr... Are you...ok?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

I—

I'm alright, thank you...

[Huff, a breath of relief, as he lets her rest in his hand.]

I apologize for my panic, but it's not usual for me to be so... tiny...

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Person...?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

[Can a crab nod its head? Yes, yes it can.]

That's right. I was on my way to work, when I suddenly just...

A-ah, pardon my manners. My name is Sayo.

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

S...Sayo.

Repede.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Repede?

Oh! It's nice to meet you, Repede-san. Thank you for not stepping on me!

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Sayo?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes! Those are my clothes! I... don't suppose you mind picking them up for me, do you?

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Right! I would be very grateful if you could take me into the restaurant here—it's where I work, usually, you see.

[A pause. He's normal-ish, but... still...]

... Have you been affected as well, Repede-san?

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Not person.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

I see! What are you, if I may ask?

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Hn. Dog.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

A dog!

...




What's a dog?

[As she's clinging for dear life as well as one can, as a crab.]

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Ah, you must not have been human for long, have you?

[Said very sympathetically, the poor guy.]

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

Where...?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Ah, just over there! The kitchen counter will be just fine, thank you!

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

Thank you, Repede-san. I'll have to repay the favor someday! [a chuckle] Maybe I'll cook you something when I have hands for the feat.

[biteshisface.livejournal.com]