[text] // TO EVERYONE

[splendorsoul]

A new notice has been posted. Please read it.

[Everyone head on over to the notice board to check out a new notice. Who was it posted by? No one really knows. However, this is time to mingle and get to know the people you've been talking to, since you have to physically walk there to see it

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[notthehead]

[something very small hugs close to the corner of a building, tip-toe and practically ready to float away (the oversized key's a nice little anchor, though). safe, metal walls were now HELLO BIG GIANT BRICKS AND BIG PEOPLE WITH BIG NOISES HERE TO TERRIFY YOU.

chey is appropriately terrified. he curls his fingers on the wall and ducks his head, trying to listen for familiar voices in the mess of sounds around him.]

[yearnforchange]

..? [hey, what was that? peers over.]

[notthehead]

[where oh were has my robot companion gone, where oh where can he b--AM I BEING WATCHED.

chey stops rocking on his heels and freezes, bug eyes just slightly buggier as he starts to crane his neck...slowly...up.

gape.]

[yearnforchange]

[....

blinks slowly as he stares, before raising a hand to rub at his eyes while mumbling things like: maybe I am dreaming?

..but nope, still there. looks around and then back- ..nope, still there.]

Uhm... hello?

[notthehead]

[he shrinks at the sight of hands moving, digging his fingers into the wall. little eyes never leave the giant that looks this way and that, and his mouth twists to match the shape of hello, voice too high to hear.]

[yearnforchange]

[..oh! was that a hello? he should probably be freaked out at seeing something so small but, but he's met pretty much friends with a dullahan so this is actually.. was amazing the word?

he smiles a little but he did notice him shrinking a little.]

Ah, don't worry I'm not going to hurt you!

[notthehead]

[flinch; exciting words are...excited to snatch him up and eat him or sell him or--?

chey squints an eye open, seeing no action of the sort, slowly straightening back up and returning to the regularly scheduled stare-athon. he rocks up to tip toe, leaving the ground just slightly for a second in his attempt to see better.

what nostrils you have from this angle sir.]

[yearnforchange]

[oh, he crouches down a little closer, but not too close-- he doesn't want to frighten him.

but.. was he a local or..?]

Were you brought here too?

[notthehead]

[he presses up against the wall as suddenly height differences...not as terribly different! but still. big thing.

he stares at the mouth moving, his own moving a little to mimic before going off on its own, chattering something at too high a frequency to catch. he stops and draws his hands up to himself, wringing his wrists as he looks about worriedly. definitely, definitely lost.]

[yearnforchange]

[oops! leans back a little. immediately giving a quick apology.

watches him, bringing a hand to rest against his chin. so he definitely was not a local.]

Ah, do you need some help..? [you're so tiny, how do you move around? :|a ]

[notthehead]

[like the dinkiest astronaut ever tyvm.

chey's hands reach up and cover his ears a moment, dragging down his face in a sign of despair. he looks up with the frowniest frown.]

[yearnforchange]

I wouldn't mind helping, maybe we'll find someone you know? [Should he on the lookout for more tiny people?]

[notthehead]

[he stares and stares, looking and listening and perpetually frowning. his fingers curl up under his chin uneasily as he considers uneasy things. he knows the word help which is kind of like helping, he's sure, so maybe...

ulp.

chey bends his knees and straightens, floating up to nose-level, pointing at him. he at the big man points three times: the mouth, under the lip, right on the bottom of the chin--and floats back down, landing on his clover key. he looks up expectantly, sure he was clear enough with his utterly unclear gesture.]

[yearnforchange]

[sorry chey, you lost him. he stares blankly before pointing towards his mouth.]

[notthehead]

[a little sigh, wringing his wrists again. he looks down at the ground for dirt or something to write with...tapping his foot on the concrete. no good.

he looks back up, hoping he was suddenly understood, but...no, again. chey still tries, though:

he steps back and straightens up as tall as he can, holding up his arm way above his head to indicate tall. he brings both hands to his face, pointing above his eyes three times, dot, dot, dot, and does the same to his mouth and chin.]

[yearnforchange]

[tapping? Mikado watches, slight awe cause you know, tiny person. alright let's begin charades.

okay, the first was easy enough! Someone really tall. possibly taller than him since he wasn't using Mikado as a reference. he nods once to show he understood. now he was pointing to his forehead? ..something on his- ...like a mark? Three times so.. three marks on the forehead? oh, and mouth and chin..

cupped chin, thinking it out more. the pointing gesture was more like a point, a dot perhaps? So..]

..Someone tall with dot marks on their face?