[This makes no sense. No sense at all. Not a smidgen. To the extent of her knowledge, she had only looked down for a moment. Three seconds, tops. Just long enough to see a spatter of red, a pair of high heels - and then, nothing.
Actually that is not entirely true. There is not “nothing”. She was falling and falling and then - she was landing on a hard surface, some kind of musty carpet, and squinting up into a bright light. A lamp. And that, again, makes no sense.]
Well. I can't say that this is a welcome plot twist.
[She sits up, assessing the situation. She seems to be in... a library? And a huge one, at that. But more unsettling is the fact that her cue ball and laptop both seem to be missing. Shit. It's safe to say that she is just a tad irritated at the moment.
To anyone in the library at the moment, a 13-year-old girl just fell gracefully from your ceiling. What do?!]
((ooc: tags might be slow for this, as I get used to her voice. Text permission post
is here.))