[third verse is a dream]

[quietnerdything]

[It's a cliff. A dangerous deadly drop kind of cliff. The sort of cliff where fingers feel like they'll slip at any moment. Oh and there's a body of water awaiting your fall. You know... should you miss the sharp jagged rocks. Not that the water is better. What with the sharks. Our Penny is in Peril, donning the standard damsel in distress garb as

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Is this okay?

[rememberwhy]

[here, have a Freedom Fighter walking down your hallway, chewing on his sticky thing, thinking happy thoughts of severed Fire Nation heads or something, and not noticing that a chick in a hoop skirt is about to crash into him]

Of course it is!

[quietnerdything]

[Hands are trying to keep the skirt from knocking into people and the flustered notion is still there, and the whole thing is disturbing and really who would've guessed that would've happened, and what is the deal with all the - and cue the whole bumping into Jet! Who Penny doesn't actually know]

Oh... Oh! I'm sorry... it's just this whole.. well this skirt?

<3

[rememberwhy]

[holds out a hand to steady her, gives a short reassuring smile. eyebrow antics at the skirt, though]

Yeah... looks pretty. Big.

[glances into her room]

Dream?

[quietnerdything]

[laughter and nodding of Jet's accuracy on the hoopiness]

It is! I have no clue why I even... I mean [yeah there's no real way to explain why the hoop skirt - notes the glance]

Yeah. I mean, it's... well it's harrowing danger and brave rescues. Usually nice, but nice to dream, not to live.