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

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

[...okay, so it's a villager. Please don't be afraid of him, unfamiliar villager.

Giles lays himself down on the ground so he's not quite so towering. One of his eyes is still about as big as Sayu is right now, of course.]

Well, lizard is close enough. [Not all cultures might be familiar with dragons, of course.] Um, hello. I didn't cause any harm, did I? [He doesn't quite get that his voice might be overwhelming right now, but he does look concerned.]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

O-oh, no, I'm alright! Just a little overwhelmed by my... new height...

[she laughs a little, though it's a little strained]

I've never been almost stepped on before, you see.

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

I imagine it can't be very nice, no, being the way you are right now. Sorry I almost stepped on you.

Are you all right this far from the river? O-Or the ocean?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

It's alright! It's hard to see something small when you're so big, right?

[A sigh]

Though I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to manage the day like this...

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling after these past few days. It's impossible to get much done when you're too big to fit through the average door. I suppose it must be the same if you're too small.

Is there anywhere in particular you're trying to go?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

W-well, I was on my way to Seventh Heaven, just over there. But before I could even enter, I was barely off the ground, like this!

[S-sob, there's her piled up kimono and journal, just over there. She didn't cover much ground in her panic. ;~;]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Th-though I suppose I can't really wait tables when I'm this tall...

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

I don't think you could really manage a notepad, no. [He is sympathetic, if that's any help.]

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Oh dear... I—I hope this doesn't ruin my memory at all for these next few days...

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

...sorry, did you say your memory?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes! My memory! I'm afraid I have a condition where I tend to forget things very easily.

[ring any bells? 8Db]

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

[...yes, actually, it does.

Hrm...good lord, he should know her name, shouldn't he? Give him a sec, Sayo - it'll come to him.]

I'm very sorry to hear that.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

[She pats his... uh, paw-hand—she's really not sure what to call it—quite at ease now that she's not about to die a horrible squishy death.]

It's fine! I'm far too used to it, at this point, for it to need a sorry.

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

It would probably be pointless to ask if we've met, then, wouldn't it?

Because you do sound very familiar.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Oh, goodness, I haven't a clue! What's your name?

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

Rupert Giles. Does that ring any bells at all?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

... I'm... I'm afraid it doesn't.

[Can you hear the guilt and disappointment in her voice, Mr. Giles?]

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

[No, no, Sayo, don't feel guilty! Really, it's totally his fault for being gone for four years.]

Oh, um, please don't worry about it. We probably hadn't spoken very often, in any case. And I was gone for a while. [Except now he's put two and two together and remembered about the jam and wow, he feels so sorry for her that it hurts.]

S-So why don't I just say that it's nice to meet you?

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

... [If only she could smile.] Thank you. It's nice to meet you as well, though...

[She laughs a little, at the thought.]

It's quite an odd way to meet, I have to admit!

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

Luceti is very good about that. I met one of my very best friends by getting stuck on his roof during an experiment.

[whats-a-crab.livejournal.com]

Stuck on his roof?

[She chuckles]

Sounds like it was a strange day for you.