1st sweater: a dog playing basketball

[bezazzled]

[A very loud and sudden crash can be heard over the journal. One twelve year old girl has just seemingly thrown herself backwards and collided with an end table in the lobby.]

I'm okay!

[As she picks herself up from the ground and dusts herself off, she places a top hat upon her head and looks around and--

Oh WOW, this is so not Gravity Falls.]

Whoa! Did I just leap back through time? This isn't even the pioneer days. Oh my gosh, is this the medieval times? That is so awesome! I wish I had a camera to document this.

[There's an audible gasp] This is unbelievable! I traveled into the past and granted my own wish. I love time-travel!

Comments

[bearish]

[Guess what you'll see in the lobby!

Guess.

HAHA, IT'S A BEAR. WHAT DO?!]

[bezazzled]

[Oh wow! It's a real life bear! Could this day GET any better?]

Hello, bear!

[bearish]

[Said bear makes a very distinct grunting noise, as she did not want to be spotted so easily! (Okay, she knows it's hard not to SPOT A BEAR, but. You know. She tries!)

But her ears will perk up as she moves closer to the wall. PLEASE DON'T BE SCARED; SHE IS JUST TRYING TO GET OUTSIDE.]

Dictated

[dupable]

You didn't travel back in time! Probably... actually, I don't know that for sure. You might be from the year three thousand or something. But it isn't in the past for most people here.

[bezazzled]

[Be scared? Of the most cuddly looking woodland creature in the entire vicinity? Nonsense!

If anything, Mabel moves forward quite gingerly, using her softest, most sensitive tone.]

Aww, it's okay! I won't hurt you, I promise. We future people are very polite.

Ditto!

[bezazzled]

Actually, it's the year two-thousand twelve where I'm from.

[Wait. Where did that voice come from? Mabel's turning circles in search of the one who said that, but there's no one in sight!]

Hey, who said that?

[bearish]

[To this, the bear makes a very confused noise, standing on her back legs and clutching her front paws against her chest, ears erect with surprise. It's almost human how she looks around in confusion... before sidestepping the path of the ONCOMING GIRL!]

[bezazzled]

[LET HER HUG YOU, YOU BEAR! Mabel just continues toward her with outstretched palms. Boy, this bear is getting a bit worked up. She should HELP IT.]

There's no need to be afraid. I come in peace. Help me help you.

[inmylight_commander]

[You know what goes great with medieval decor? A space marine from the 26th century, that's what! Kat, 7' in full kit, goes walking though, tapping away at her data pad.]

[Without looking up, or down rather,] If you could find a way to time-travel out of here you'd have the thanks of many residents, I'm sure.

[dupable]

Oh okay, then yeah you definitely aren't in the past. I am pretty sure it's that year here too. Probably.

[ He isn't sure how long this planet has been around compared to Earth. ]

And the book! Or well... journal, technically. There should be one somewhere nearby, and it should be open.

[bearish]

[There is a little bit more of the confused rumbling, the bear moving back to circle around the small girl before her, immediately finding herself on all fours yet again. Perhaps she can make it to the door now!]

[bezazzled]

[First an actual bear, then a talking book, and now SPACE ARMOR? Pinch her, because she must be dreaming. She does not want to wake up right now.

Her eyes are wide and there's a broad smile on her face as she looks up at Kat in all her spacey glory.]

It's just like my video games, only real!

[inmylight_commander]

[Kat actually stops at that and glances down. By the way her right arm is also entirely robotic.]

[She chuckles.] Trust me, kid, the things I fight would give you nightmares.

[lol]

[bezazzled]

[Mabel's on it!

No, she's literally on it. Turns out she was stepping on the journal. Who'd a thunk?]

Oops! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to step on your face.

[bezazzled]

[That's it, easy does it, you silly ol' bear.

Mabel sees that open door and the lightbulb comes on inside her head.]

You wanna go outside? Is that it? Wanna go out the door?

[dupable]

My face?

[ Oh... does he dare? ... He did this with Jane already, but Jane didn't believe him... this girl is making it really hard not to. He should be helpful to the newcomer... ]

It's okay! We books don't actually have nerves, so it's not like we can feel anything in the first place. That wasn't my face though. More like... stepping on my body!

[ Nope, can't resist. ]

[bearish]

[And another rumble and maybe even a subdued growl when she hears "outside" and "door"! Elinor's ears perk.

Can she try to say yes?]

Rrrr!!

[bezazzled]

[With the things she's seen lately? She does take notice of the robotic arm, though!]

Can you shoot lasers from your arm? Or how about your eyes?

[inmylight_commander]

[Kat considers her arm for a moment. Probably one of the oddest questions she's received in her time here.]

No, but I can flip a tank.

[bezazzled]

[It's still impolite to step on any part of a book! Especially a talking book that seems so friendly. She picks it up and holds it closer to her face.]

Are there more of you around here? Is there like, a talking library?

I can't resist, she's too damn adorable. I need to watch this show o_o

[ruined_jaw]

[Jono had been on his way out to town, acoustic guitar strapped to his back, when Mabel makes her grand entrance. He's not wearing a mask today out of pure laziness, and may look to Mabel like a six foot tall walking roman candle. When she speaks, Jono can't help but laugh. When he himself speaks, Mabel may notice that it's a voice in her head.]

Nah, no time travel involved here, just dimension-hopping. You're in a place called Paradisa. Sort of a dimensional dumping ground for people of all times and places.

[bezazzled]

[Close enough! Mabel's rushing over toward the door and throwing it open.]

Bears don't exactly belong indoors anyway. Go, bear, I have liberated you from your medieval prison! Be free!

[dupable]

[ It's like all his prankster dreams just came true in the form of this new girl. ]

There are more of me! But not a whole library. I mean, there is a library, but the books there are really stuffy and boring and won't talk to anyone. They're kind of jerks.

[bezazzled]

No way. Can I watch? Should I wish one up? I think I have acquired time-traveling magic where I can conjure items from thin air.

[inmylight_commander]

I think a tank is a little big to wish up. I built a chopper, but it took months of concerted effort. [And if she spent that much time on it, she certainly wasn't risking it for demonstrations.]