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thechanged2013-09-18 02:34 pm
chromaticscale) wrote in thechanged2013-09-18 02:34 pm
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a fish causes a fuss | day 9, morning + afternoon
[ Master Bedroom -- open to one ]
Even the perkiest, most positive of fish girls can get frustrated sometimes. Nine days-- she's counted!-- and it feels like she is going to be trapped in these same few rooms forever. Where she was once content to let the house try and figure it out himself, she now wants to help figure out what's wrong. The trouble is getting his attention.
Instead of doing the logical thing, speaking up, she's starting by trying to pull the covers off the bed. She's wary of speakign loud enough to be heard, not knowing anywhere in the house where she might be save from accidentally hurting someone. Perhaps in the deeper reaches of the gardens, but even then she can't be sure. Someone could lurking in the dense foliage. Not even considering that she might be able to speak even in hushed tones and still be heard by the house all around her, disruption seems to have worked for others in the past.
She's not doing a good job of it, though. They covers are doing a better job of getting her to fall backwards on her bottom.
[ Library -- for Keats ]
With the Master Bedroom a bust, she moves to the library. Maybe if she gets the books out of order, that will cause a stir. She starts with a shelf full of books whose spines she can't even read, and she does the unthinkable: she picks up a book, and puts it back on a completely different shelf, on a complately different level. It's like some kind of library blasphemy, but she's rather persistent with it, methodically picking up books and misplacing them, with no apparent rhyme or reason.
[ Lounge -- open to all ]
When that fails, she takes to the lounge next. She doesn't want to destroy anything or risk breaking anything, but she can and she will put the furniture out of place as much as she can. It's just large enough to be something of a challenge, but she tries anyway, pushing against couches with all her might. You would think that the rearrangement of furniture wouldn't be so strange to her, but when it comes to making mischief, she only has a very short list of ideas.
When finally moving furniture seems to be too much work for too few results, she takes to the last thing she knows how to do short of causing any real damage, and starts to knock on the walls, just as she would knock on a door.
Even the perkiest, most positive of fish girls can get frustrated sometimes. Nine days-- she's counted!-- and it feels like she is going to be trapped in these same few rooms forever. Where she was once content to let the house try and figure it out himself, she now wants to help figure out what's wrong. The trouble is getting his attention.
Instead of doing the logical thing, speaking up, she's starting by trying to pull the covers off the bed. She's wary of speakign loud enough to be heard, not knowing anywhere in the house where she might be save from accidentally hurting someone. Perhaps in the deeper reaches of the gardens, but even then she can't be sure. Someone could lurking in the dense foliage. Not even considering that she might be able to speak even in hushed tones and still be heard by the house all around her, disruption seems to have worked for others in the past.
She's not doing a good job of it, though. They covers are doing a better job of getting her to fall backwards on her bottom.
[ Library -- for Keats ]
With the Master Bedroom a bust, she moves to the library. Maybe if she gets the books out of order, that will cause a stir. She starts with a shelf full of books whose spines she can't even read, and she does the unthinkable: she picks up a book, and puts it back on a completely different shelf, on a complately different level. It's like some kind of library blasphemy, but she's rather persistent with it, methodically picking up books and misplacing them, with no apparent rhyme or reason.
[ Lounge -- open to all ]
When that fails, she takes to the lounge next. She doesn't want to destroy anything or risk breaking anything, but she can and she will put the furniture out of place as much as she can. It's just large enough to be something of a challenge, but she tries anyway, pushing against couches with all her might. You would think that the rearrangement of furniture wouldn't be so strange to her, but when it comes to making mischief, she only has a very short list of ideas.
When finally moving furniture seems to be too much work for too few results, she takes to the last thing she knows how to do short of causing any real damage, and starts to knock on the walls, just as she would knock on a door.
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She gives another experimental tug at the fabric, but between the bed's height and her own short stature, she stands little chance of scaling the side.
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The page looks around the room. "A friend taught me that a well-placed pile can be very helpful for climbing...see anything around here that could be piled up?" They think back to the last time they saw someone on top of the covers. "If you've got flying friends, we could corral them into helping us too."
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Isn't the bed like 18 feet up?
well, yes... I never said it was a GOOD idea... ;D
Hahaha alright time to fly high and burn hard
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"That kind of worked," says Huǒ, dangling about five feet below where the two wanted them to be. They look over their shoulder, a bemused expression on their face. "Um. What now?"
The page's boots dangle about a foot and a half above her eyes.
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This is a predicament. She stares for a while, dumbfounded, trying to figure out what to do about this.
"I don't know," she confesses, stepping back a little to try and asses the situation from another angle, and when that fails to yield anything productive, she steps back underneath them. "If you want to let go, I will try to catch you."
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"Are you okay?"
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The page springs to their feet.
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"I hope you do. Do you have a name, your highness? Mine's Huǒ."
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