14th Fairy Tale § Voice

[tehoniongirl]

[Jilly woke up in a cave.

At least, that’s her first impression. Opening her eyes, she blinks several times at the gray, cavernous walls in confusion before she realizes that they aren’t going away. And she’s equally confused when she goes to stand and finds herself on somewhat spongy ground.]

Len? Buffy?

[she calls out, but there’s only

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[ at i might need some help buffy is gone. she may have been staying out at the beach to look after jack but...but a statement like that cannot be ignored. she doesn't even manage to get to the nothing urgent.

she's already left.

breathless, she breaks into the house, calling: ] ...Jilly?

[ she is so far unaffected. ]

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[tehoniongirl]

[Jilly, meanwhile, has been attempting to see what she can manage without wandering too far from the journal. Pages were difficult to turn, but possible. Pencils were pretty much out, though she'd found one under the bed that had been worked almost to a stub. She'd rolled it over to the journal easily enough...it wasn't heavy...but even stub-like, it was a bit like trying to write with a two-by-four.

She'd just been thinking about trying to find a way to break the graphite tip free when she hears the bang of someone breaking in and then the very urgent voice.

Oops.]

Buffy! [she has to shout, because she's not sure she'll be heard otherwise.] I'm in my room!

[err...] Watch your step!

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...Step?

[ that was about all she heard -- she enters jilly's room with a kind of apprehension. only to find the girl missing entirely. ]

Jilly?

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[tehoniongirl]

Here! I'm here.

[standing on her journal, as it seems to be the safest spot in the room, she'll wave her arms, hoping it'll be enough for Buffy to notice her once she comes close enough]

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[abidinglaw]

[Norrington has been in a highly chivalrous mood of late, and he has been making much more use of the journals besides. Hearing the plea is enough to have him standing and donning his jacket, hearing the mention of Buffy makes him move even faster. It is not because he feels any preference for Buffy and her associates that he moves with such sudden haste, but because in his experience they have a talent for under-stating the severity of their distress. He has the spine of the journal laid out of the palm of his hand, looming over the book when he replies;]

I know the way to house seven - I can be there momentarily. What is the matter? Is there anything that I should I bring?

[Calm voice, comforting, he has already sheathed his swords.]

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[tehoniongirl]

[calm and comforting was perfect...since she hadn't exactly been meaning to panic anyone. She's still a little out of breath, but she doesn't sound particularly stressed.]

I don't know that you need to bring anything. It's just...

[a small huff of breath] Well, I'm guessing it's either an experiment, or Alice in Wonderland coming to life.

I woke up tiny.

[a beat. It's not that she finds it hard to believe. She just figures others might] As in...size of a....mouse.

[shoot. They still had one of the kittens in the house. There's a glance at her closed door. There shouldn't be any way for it to get in...but that suddenly made things a little more uncomfortable.] ...You might want to lock the cat up when you get here.

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[abidinglaw]

[..Mouse? Perhaps it is the association with Buffy that causes the flash of snarky incredulity to spark within his heart. If so, her influence is not enough to overcome the years of socialized courtesy. He bites it back. He'll see for himself what the problem might be, and if the girl is safe and well? Then he'll snark. So. Out the door, he doesn't even spare the time to change out of the modern attire that Buffy and Jack had advised that he take on and into his naval wear. As soon as he can he comes to House 7, and raps upon the door. He pauses a good ten seconds on the thresh-hold before he thinks to use his journal again. Courtesy reigns.]

I am here. ...Uhm.. Miss Mouse ..May I come in?

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[tehoniongirl]

[there's a pause...and a laugh at the address. She climbs back up onto the journal to make sure she's easy to hear, abandoning her careful exploration of her room.] It's Jilly, actually.

And yes. Come on in. [whatever this change was, she'd at least been provided with clothes that fit, so she wouldn't have to wait for Buffy to arrive] When the hallway splits, go left. Mine's the last room there.

[lists_to_port]

[At I might need some help, Jack is stumbling around swearing trying to find his boots. There isn't time for any further preparations. His sword buckled on, the pirate takes off at a sprint toward the Fort, trailing Buffy by a good margin due to his delay at the house.

Jilly. Jilly needs HELP.

It's when he finally does get to Seven that Jack Sparrow realizes he is wearing a sparkly tiara and fairy gown over his usual attire. He very nearly backs out the door at once. Still, he has to check on her, no matter how embarrassing this is:]

ERM---EVERYTHING ALRIGHT HERE?

[tehoniongirl]

[by the time Jack reaches Seven, Jilly had probably been relocated to the kitchen...and the cat had been safely locked away. At least until they could figure out some kind of alternative.

Breakfast was a rather messy affair when your food was all larger than you, but she's trying to make the best of it. At least she's no stranger to being a bit bedraggled, but she'd prefer it if she didn't need a bath after every meal.

She's in the middle of trying to figure out a solution for however long this was going to last, when Jack's voice has her looking up at the door. Oh dear. Two panicked people. That really hadn't been what she was going for.] Everything's fine! Completely fine. I just--

[......]

Jack?!

[...What are you wearing?]

[lists_to_port]

Jilly... [He follows the little voice as well as he can, trying to locate her.]

I seem to be experiencing some sort of horrid wardrobe malfunction. Also---I'd very much love to grant you three wishes.

[....What.]

[tehoniongirl]

[if he looks at the counter she's not too hard to miss...and she's staring at him now]

Three wishes?

...I don't suppose you're being figurative? [today was starting to seem eerily familiar, in that "I think I read about that once," sort of way]

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[onlyonepath]

[As you go about your business for the day, Jilly, you may notice yourself being followed by a few frogs.]

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[tehoniongirl]

[she didn't notice immediately, of course. Everything was so much more involving when you were barely two inches tall...not to mention exhausting. So she'd been more focused on the simple process of getting from one place to another without realizing she had company.

At one point, though, when she scrambles into the corner of a step where she's not likely to be squished, she catches sight of the creatures from the corner of her eye. It's not terribly notable, really...but she's nowhere near the river. And, well, right now they're a great deal bigger to her than they would have normally been.]

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[onlyonepath]

[The frogs are not greatly stealthy. Three of them at once simply hop up to Jilly to surround her.]

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[tehoniongirl]

[if someone had told her that she would, at any point ever, be intimidated by three frogs...

well...

she would have had a harder time believing it than right now.

Frogs didn't eat people, right? Even two inch tall people?]

...err...hello?

[Voice]

[consultmybooks]

Everything all right, Jilly?

[He woke up today in a wizard's costume that he can't get out of, so. Obviously strangeness is afoot.]

[Voice]

[tehoniongirl]

Oh, everything's fine. It's just all very, very big.

...Have you ever heard stories about the Littles? Because I think I might be one of them.

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[consultmybooks]

...of course I have.

...what do you mean, you're, um, "one of them"? You're...tiny?

[Voice]

[tehoniongirl]

Yes. I'd say I'm about the size of a--

[a beat] Actually, I'm not sure. It's really hard to judge from this angle.