Twelvth Snowflake - Backdated to first day of Tokyo Plot

[sugarwaffo]

[Sugar was surprised to wake up somewhere that Rise was not, but she was slowly getting used to this trend. Plus, being in a new place was exciting! Sugar rushed out to explore as soon as possible. But Tokyo is a big city, and without her wings, she quickly got lost.

The journal picks up sniffling as she opens it up.]

Oh no... I don't know where I am. What am I supposed to do?

Rise? Bunny? Anyone?!

[Those who have made it to Shibuya might notice a young child sitting in front of the Hachikō statue. She looks no more than seven... but with pink hair. More importantly, she is crying and obviously upset. Will you help her?]

001 → accidentally dictated/voice;

[wishgrant]

 Right fancy room, this is. An' a fancy book too. [ Though the words suddenly making themselves across the page are neat and elegant, the voice that follows them is anything but. It's pretty young, and thick with an English accent (and a fairly low-class one, judging by how hard he might be to understand).

He finally begins to actually focus on the book then, and there's a gasp of surprise when he sees the words appearing, despite having no idea what they say. ] It's a magic book! Is there someone trapped in here? Is that where all your writin' is comin' from?

[ And then his voice gets very loud, like he thinks whoever is 'trapped in the magic book' might not be able to hear him right. ] Hey! If you're stuck there, you gotta say somethin' out loud! I can't read what you're writin'! How'd you get in there, anyway? Where are we? Why's there weird signs out the windows? Why'm I in a rich guy's room? [ Or it seems like a rich man's to someone whose used to living in a broken down, gutted house and stealing food to survive. ] They're gonna say I stole somethin' and yell at me!

[ It might be a good idea to answer, because he's just getting louder and louder. ]

First Temptation ♆ Not in Kansas anymore [accidentally dictated/action]

[putuporshutup]

[Meg suddenly feels a jolt and finds herself spiraling through a vortex that seems impossibly large, yet claustrophobic at the same time. It is pitch black, cold, and dry. Thin, odorless air whips past her in all directions at varying breakneck speeds. She imagines that if she could lose consciousness, she would certainly be knocked out by now, but instead she just tenses, waiting. After what could very well have been seconds or years, she feels another jolt and the void is replaced instaneously with a softly lit, lavishly decorated ballroom - the cool parquet floor of which she is now face down on. She rolls her eyes and pushes herself up.]

Nice, Crowley. What in the actual fuck is this supposed to be? Miss Scarlet in the ballroom with the candlestick? Come on, you can do better than- what?!

[Meg sniffs and wrinkles her nose. No sulfur?]

This... this isn't hell. [Her voice drops to a low whisper and her eyes widen as she runs her hand along the wall.] This isn't even earth. [She chuckles to herself] And there's no damn way I'm in heaven.

[Meg cautiously approaches an open door and hears voices from down the hall. Curiosity gets the best of her and she calls out.]

Hello?

sɪx ♚ swing wide your crane and run me through

[wolfskin]

( Zelos Wilder )

062. Ozone Baby

[samson]

Hey... so, did anybody else see that comet? Maybe it's nothing, but, uh...

[Not that he was on the Terre Haute expedition, but Things Falling From The Sky in Paradisa now sort of make him nervous.]