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

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

[Tia happens to like crabs, so she bends down to offer the crab her hand.]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

[O-oh, what a nice person ;~;

Have a squeaky little voice.]

Thank you so much! I thought I was going to be stepped on, down there...!

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

Dere are few would have thought to look, aye.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

I appreciate it all the same! Though... I suppose now I'll just have to wait until they decide to turn me back to normal, I'm afraid...

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

De same could be said for all who are so changed.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

So... there are more people changing, then? That's never a good sign...

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

Aye. De places crawls with people so changed.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

I see...

Ah—my manners! I must've lost them in my panic, I'm afraid. Thank you, for your help; my name is Sayo.

[This little crab has manners; behold, her courteous Japanese bow.]

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

De name most call me is Calypso.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Calypso, I appreciate your not wanting to crush me! Some of the people seemed to be a little alarmed at me. Perhaps they're not fans of... of whatever I am.

Oh, dear, what did they turn me into?

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

Dey are called crabs.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Crabs? Could you... tell me a little about them? I'm afraid I don't know much about them--um, myself.

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

Dey are creatures of de seas. Small t'ings dat eat which is still smaller.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

W-what do you suppose they eat, if you had to say...?

[8| and can I not eat them alive.]

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

I have rarely taken de time to ask.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

... You took to them often, Calypso-san?

[andallaretrue.livejournal.com]

When de mood strike me, aye.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Ah, can most people talk to crabs? And, you know, understand them?

I don't think I've ever had such an ability...

[Did I forget I could?]