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[ Action | Mirror ]
[ Problems! Lots of problems. Where to begin? Well, waking up outside tends to throw one for a loop, particularly when one most certainly remember going to bed inside, but that, oddly enough, is not the biggest problem--not to say it isn't a big problem.
It's actually pretty huge.
But waking up without your possessions and in a white nightgown--a pretty nice one, sure!--that is not yours would be disconcerting for most anyone. Add to that the missing possessions--Oh, was that already mentioned?--and the whole thing is one big incomprehensible mess. Hell, she doesn't even have a hangover! As much as she would hate herself for going so far, at least then she would have a convenient excuse for the whole 'I have no idea what has happened to me' issue. Because, the alternative? Someone pulled one over her.
And that right there is the most upsetting part of this all: the thought someone managed to one-up her. ]
Alrighty, Heather, seems like you've gotten yourself into a mess. At least it's not a prison this time, but I'm thinking I'd rather be stuck in a cell. At least those are easy to get out of! Clothes: gone; money: gone; knives: gone; any clue as to where I am: gone, apparently. Oh, may as well add 'memory: gone' to that list, because I've forgotten either the best or worst night of my life.
--Hmm? Oh, well, what do you know. I'm not alone. I get the feeling you're not the culprit, though. Call it a hunch.
[ She says to the cat. While playing with a kitty would not normally be high on her to-do list in a situation like this, the scroll the cat is carrying piques her curiosity; between that and the cat acting as though it wants her to read it, she takes it and reads it the best she can. ]
You are c...cordially invited...blah blah blah. Short, sweet, and as confusing as can be. Okay dokey, kitty cat, I've seen some weird things, so may as well give it a shot: where's my stuff?
[ To her surprise--not too much, though, because she HAS seen some weird things--the cat leads her to a very nearby bush which just barely concealed her belongings piled in a neat little stack. After making sure everything is there (and it all is, which leaves Heather all the more confused--she has quite a few expensive possessions and quite a bit of gold, none of it is stolen), she changes into her normal clothes.
Yes, she uses the bush for cover! After which, she jumps (literally and all, what with having a thing for the melodramatic) out from behind the bush clad in blue and purple with a short cape whipping around, like some sort of hero. ]
Okay! Heather is back in action. Let's check out this Vine thing.
[ And she does! She goes up to the most nearby Vine and inspects the Mirror on it. By poking it. With her knife. Better safe than sorry, after all! The thing has been on this entire time, but she has no idea about that. She barely has any idea what this thing is supposed to do. She sighs and shrugs. ]
Well, Miss Kitty, it seems your guest is kind of absolutely and completely lost.
[ Mrow. ]
[ Problems! Lots of problems. Where to begin? Well, waking up outside tends to throw one for a loop, particularly when one most certainly remember going to bed inside, but that, oddly enough, is not the biggest problem--not to say it isn't a big problem.
It's actually pretty huge.
But waking up without your possessions and in a white nightgown--a pretty nice one, sure!--that is not yours would be disconcerting for most anyone. Add to that the missing possessions--Oh, was that already mentioned?--and the whole thing is one big incomprehensible mess. Hell, she doesn't even have a hangover! As much as she would hate herself for going so far, at least then she would have a convenient excuse for the whole 'I have no idea what has happened to me' issue. Because, the alternative? Someone pulled one over her.
And that right there is the most upsetting part of this all: the thought someone managed to one-up her. ]
Alrighty, Heather, seems like you've gotten yourself into a mess. At least it's not a prison this time, but I'm thinking I'd rather be stuck in a cell. At least those are easy to get out of! Clothes: gone; money: gone; knives: gone; any clue as to where I am: gone, apparently. Oh, may as well add 'memory: gone' to that list, because I've forgotten either the best or worst night of my life.
--Hmm? Oh, well, what do you know. I'm not alone. I get the feeling you're not the culprit, though. Call it a hunch.
[ She says to the cat. While playing with a kitty would not normally be high on her to-do list in a situation like this, the scroll the cat is carrying piques her curiosity; between that and the cat acting as though it wants her to read it, she takes it and reads it the best she can. ]
You are c...cordially invited...blah blah blah. Short, sweet, and as confusing as can be. Okay dokey, kitty cat, I've seen some weird things, so may as well give it a shot: where's my stuff?
[ To her surprise--not too much, though, because she HAS seen some weird things--the cat leads her to a very nearby bush which just barely concealed her belongings piled in a neat little stack. After making sure everything is there (and it all is, which leaves Heather all the more confused--she has quite a few expensive possessions and quite a bit of gold, none of it is stolen), she changes into her normal clothes.
Yes, she uses the bush for cover! After which, she jumps (literally and all, what with having a thing for the melodramatic) out from behind the bush clad in blue and purple with a short cape whipping around, like some sort of hero. ]
Okay! Heather is back in action. Let's check out this Vine thing.
[ And she does! She goes up to the most nearby Vine and inspects the Mirror on it. By poking it. With her knife. Better safe than sorry, after all! The thing has been on this entire time, but she has no idea about that. She barely has any idea what this thing is supposed to do. She sighs and shrugs. ]
Well, Miss Kitty, it seems your guest is kind of absolutely and completely lost.
[ Mrow. ]