manymoreteef: (Not so little anymore)
Sunny Baudelaire ([personal profile] manymoreteef) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2013-06-23 04:56 pm
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Sixth toothmark

[Waking up this morning Sunny first thought that the room had shrank and was quite confused. Didn't the castle just send them to that island with the dinosaurs? Why would it do something else to them quite so soon?

Then it dawns on her: It wasn't that the room had shrank. She had grown. She had grown a lot. Not only had she grown in size but she had apparently aged as well. She had been aged up once before when everyone was at that nursing home but this... this was different. She moves to a mirror and touches her face, looking over her new features. Different but still unmistakably her. This is certainly an unexpected development, though not entirely unwelcome. It will be nice to actually speak with her friends... a few in particular come immediately to mind.

She moves to the closet, thankfully finding that she had been provided with clothes to fit her new stature. She quickly gets dressed before picking up her journal. She bites her lip, thinking for a moment before speaking]


Is the castle usually in the habit of changing one's age so suddenly? I feel rather akin to that girl in the story who ate the cake and suddenly found herself as large as the room.

[Mr. Snicket]

Mr. Snicket... do you have a moment?

[/filter]

[Leonard Church]

Church? This is Sunny. I've unexpectedly found myself older and thought we might take this opportunity to speak.

[/filter]

[Chell]

Hello, Chell. This is Sunny. The castle has unexpectedly made me older and I'd very much like to see you if you're free.

[/Chell]

[She thinks for a moment before putting out one final filter]

[Violet]

The castle has made me older. I'm going to go out to visit some friends to take advantage of this while I am able. I didn't want you to worry. I would like to make dinner for us tonight, if you haven't made other arrangements.

[/Violet]

((OOC: Loss start!))
theabjectauthor: (I dropped it and now it is lost forever.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2013-08-03 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes ... [he sighs. by now, this was a story he had told a few times to other residents, but it seemed it would never get any easier in the telling] It's difficult to say how, precisely, it began, but there was a disagreement that split the V.F.D into two sections ... quietly at first, and then quite violently, the way a tear begins in a piece of cloth. First a thread or two unravels, and then suddenly the strain is too much and the tear grows until it threatens to ruin the fabric entirely ... and you are left with two separate pieces of cloth, one which is used to beat out fires, and the other soaked in kerosene and more prepared to help begin them.
theabjectauthor: (I dropped it and now it is lost forever.)

[personal profile] theabjectauthor 2013-08-09 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Your mother got caught in the middle of it all ... And I tried to do my best to help her disentangle herself from the frayed and ruined mess it had all become, but in the process, several members on the other side of the schism had me framed for terrible, unspeakable deeds, and I was forced to flee for my life. ... By the time I was safe, I was too far away to be of much help to her at all, and she had fallen in love with your father, as well.