[voice; early morning]
[A completely unfamiliar girl's voice may be heard over the journals, but for anyone who's spoken to her before and had paid enough attention, the accent and certain words might be recognizable as used by one Brooke Eirichu.
Oh, sora mea. I knew things were strange sometimes, but I wasn't expecting to just wake up looking
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There is a small ship in this bottle; a rather strange looking one, with the sails placed oddly, where they exist at all.]
Pardon me.
[It also talks.]
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Huh?
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Hey, you have thumbs, right?
Could you break this bottle for me?
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Uh...sure.
[She opens her left hand and stares at it a moment, as if expecting something to simply appear there. When nothing happens, though, her expression falls just a bit and she looks around for something else to use, settling on a medium-ish rock found on the ground. With the rock in one hand, she takes hold of the bottle with the other and swings for the neck, aiming to simply provide a bigger opening rather than outright busting the entire thing.]
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When the bottle's neck breaks and shatters off, the ship seems to take a breath--lifts off what could count as a floor--and tries to fit though the opening.
Unlike an actual impossible bottle, though, it doesn't work. No matter how much it wiggles or turns or tries to make the hole larger.
Murasa disapproves.]
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[She chips a bit more at the opening, trying to widen it further.]
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The next time she tries, she gets three-quarters of the way out!
...but the last quarter is occupied by a remarkably templelike aftcastle. Which is too tall.]
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Which doesn't seem to be deterring her all that much.]
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[The cracks in the glass do open up further, though.]
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[Then the glass shatters. The ship, suddenly released, goes jetting off a short ways before clumsily stopping itself in midair. It seems to...sigh, relieved, or almost; its sails puff in and out even though there's no wind to do so.
...then it stretches. Yes, it looks very, very odd. Murasa you are not rubber.]
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So, uh... You okay?
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[For being suddenly six inches tall and devoid of thumbs. And eyes.]
You might want a bandaid, though. Glass cuts are nasty.
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