Sayo | Mushishi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
memoryboxes) wrote2011-03-28 02:04 am
memoryboxes) wrote2011-03-28 02:04 am
13th Memory [Action/Voice]
[Shuffle.
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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!!
[snap snip]
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![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=2)
whats_a_crab , time is totally breakable. :|b))
shuffle shuffle
snap snap
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!!
[snap snip]
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))
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What's a dog?
[As she's clinging for dear life as well as one can, as a crab.]
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[Said very sympathetically, the poor guy.]
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Where...?
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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.
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Oh. Oh, that's just a pat. Thing. And she just dismisses the ass-wagging because, ha, she's not sure what the hell.]
I hope you get used to being human! You can enjoy having thumbs!
[... she dearly misses her thumbs. :(
/snap snip]