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002 - Pop!

Backdated to shortly after Hard Harry's broadcast Monday night.

[Hello Paradisa? Are you enjoying your Monday night, now that Hard Harry's closed out his broadcast, the journals are really quiet aren't they? Welp, that'll be changing very very soon.

It starts off slowly. Just a few isolated sharp pops, coming over any open journals. And if you're in theSati tower by chance, the sound just might be reverberating through your walls.

Mark Hunter has possibly inadvertently created a monster. He has given one former Aperture Science test subject a huge role of bubble wrap and told her it's good for stomping on.

And that is exactly what Chell is doing, on a quiet Monday evening. Popping bubble wrap like any sane person would.]

[Open in person and over the journals, though you might have to scream to get her to hear you over the racket. Vice versa, if you want to come pop bubbles with her, she'd surely be glad for company.]

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[ Okay who left her journal open? No no, wonder that later. More importantly, WHO IS DOING THAT. There's a grumble from Lucy, of, Natsu, CUT IT OUT - because that is definitely the sort of thing her dragonslayer friend would do. God help her if he discovers bubble wrap. ]

...ngh...

[ Wait, that's still going on. She cracks an eye open with a mighty yawn, searching for the sound. Oh god. THE NOISE. She's going to try and muffle it with her pillow first, but if that doesn't work, she'll have to try and get the culprits' attention. ]

[The pillow very likely muffles the popping somewhat. But as the sounds of bubble wrap popping tend to be, it's still pretty darn audible.]

Pop pop popopopopop!

[Chell doesn't realize that some people just don't keep the same hours as she does. Or rather she realizes it but OMG bubble wrap! What is this wonderful substance!]

NNNNNRRRRGH [ Sob, why Chell, Why~! Of course maybe it's Lucy's own fault. Normally she was awake at this hour, but she'd been up rather late earlier working on her writing. So when the popping doesn't stop - and the pillow doesn't do much to quiet it, she finally whines. ]

WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT!?!

[The popping goes on for a second longer, but not endless popping, but more isolated pops and rustling as if someone were walking across the bubble wrap... And then writing would appear in Lucy's journal, if she happened to look.]

Sorry. I'll stop. Just I've never seen this before. How does it work? how do you get air in it? Didn't mean to disturb you. Didn't know it was that loud. I hope you sleep better now.

[She knows how it is to be yanked out of a sound sleep by something entirely loud like that, and she'd not do it to anyone on purpose. Then she thinks of something and writes again...]

What's your name? I don't know your voice.

[And if this person told her, she vowed, she would wish up some cookies and take them over as an apology gift. She was honestly getting stir-crazy all cooped up in her room. And an exploration sounded good.]

[ Oh jeez, she feels bad now. She didn't MEAN to snap, but having originally thought it was something someone was doing to be obnoxious... well that didn't seem to be the case. Which is probably why her tone lowers to something less irritable. ]

Eh? What are you doing anyway? Get air into what? [ Well she's up now! Because Chell's got her curious. She knows what it's like to be cooped up though - she'd sympathize. ]

Lucy. What's yours?

[Chell grins. Well, at least the person on the other end of her journal was friendly. So she relaxes a little before writing back.]

Mark Hunter called it bubble wrap. I do not know what it is used for, but he told me it was good for stomping. Because I stomped a flaming bag of feces last week and thought stomping things was fun, except for the fire part. I don't like fire very well. And the smell. I wasn't too fond of that either.

[There's the sound of more rustling and a door opening, as she leans out and peers both ways up and down the hall, just to see if she'd disturbed anyone else's sleep.]

That's disgusting - why did you stomp on ... flaming... eugh~! You don't like fire? [ Maybe she's afraid of it? ... as destructive as Natsu was, Lucy didn't blame people for being afraid of fire. ]

ALthough I can't blame you for not liking the smell. That's... just... disgusting all around. Who does that kind of thing - it's so juvenile!

And Chell tries to explain, both her dislike for fire and Mark Hunter's message, probably mangling one or both in the process.]

It's not fire I mind. Fire is pretty. It's the burning part I mind. Because I've been burned...Thrown into incinerators.. because it was part of the test.

[She flops down on the bubble wrap, causing another pop before continuing.]

I think Markhunter was trying to wake up sheep. I don't know what sheep are, but the smell would surely wake them up. He said it was a protest and lit flaming bags of feces and put them on every floor and near the stairwell of every tower. It was burning when I got there and I don't like burning so I stomped it to make it stop.

[Makes perfect sense to her.]

You don't know what sheep are? Ah, hold on, let me draw you a picture.

[ And she proceeds to do just that, drawing a rough sketch of the fluffy wooly little sheepy. Though she suspected that kind of sheep wasn't what Mark was talking about. That guy... ]

Aah, but if he said it was feces... you must know what that is. Stomping a thing like that ...

[ Ew. ew ew ew. Ew Chell. Ew. ]

[Chell thinks that sheepy fuzz is the cutest thing she's ever seen. Kind of makes her want a pet sheep.]

Oh yes. It was feces. But I wanted to stop it from burning. So I stomped it. Then cleaned my boots. But ugh. I hope no more feces shows up in the hall. May just let someone else take care of it next time. It stank.

[Understatement of the century.]

But I do enjoy stomping nonstinky things.

If we're lucky no one will be doing that again, yeah. [ Lord knows if that had been Lucy she would have raised such a clamor the entire castle would have heard - and without the use of journals. ]

So is that why you're stomping on that... bubble wrap?

Yes. I was stomping it because it was fun. But if you were sleeping I will stop until a more polite hour...

[Then a question comes to her...]

Where, exactly in the Castle do you live? I just was curious how close your room is to mine.

Oh -- well uh, it's actually all right this time. I should have been awake anyway, I just fell asleep without meaning to.

Ah, I'm on the sixth floor. What about you?

[Chell smiles despite Lucy's inability to see it.]

I live in a tower. Room 1808.

[There's the sound of shuffling. The journal might pick up the sounds of a door opening and closing, and the heavy clacking of boots on the floor. And a few minutes later, she'd likely be able to hear those boots right outside her door. And there's the sound of someone setting down something glass, like a plate.

And if Lucy happens to open her door, there is a plate of fat, warm cookies sitting outside the door and possibly a tall figure in odd boots with a messy brown ponytail skittering down the hall in the other direction if she's fast enough.]

1808. [ She'll note that number too. ]

I have a friend that lives in one of those towers -- [ Uh... well she uses the term 'lives' rather loosely, since... he's been crashing in her room. Every night. A pause, hearing the sounds at the door. ]

Huh? Hold on Chell, I think I hear something... [ And now there are sounds on Lucy's end, of her gently climbing off of her bed and scuffing across the floor to her door to -- ]

Huh? Where did - [ AH! Ponytail bandi-- uh. Hrm. Can bandits leave cookies and run away? ]

Hey hold on~~! [ This she calls after the ponytail reverse-bandit, although it might not stop. So Lucy mutters aloud as she collects the cookies. ]

... that was weird...

[The "bandit" stops and turns around and grins at Lucy ear-to-ear, before walking back to stand nearby. Lucy might notice that the bandit is carrying a journal. Not too abnormal in this place. But she produces a pen from her pocket and begins to write.]

I wanted to give you a present because I woke you up, even if you fell asleep when you didn't mean to. And I like cookies so thought maybe you do too. I'm Chell.

[She tentatively offers Lucy a hand...and a grin. She's usually not a social person. But hey, knowing people is a nice thing too.]

[ Honestly Lucy had almost expected the cookie bandit to keep running - she blinks in some surprise when the girl heads back her way, but she smiles encouragingly nonetheless. See, she doesn't bite! ]

What are you -- [ Wait, she's writing again? Maybe... ]

Aa... you... you can't speak? Is it something the castle did to you? [ Sympathy glimmers in her brown eyes, but she reaches out to take hold of Chell's hand, giving it a gentle shake as she smiles. ]

I'm glad to meet you, Chell - thank you for the cookies. You didn't have to go to so much trouble over that -!

[Chell shakes her head to Lucy's question. It's not something the Castle did. She writes to explain.]

No...I was a test subject in a facility called Aperture Science. And the only other contact I had was with the person testing me from when I was very young till about a month ago. I can speak... I just don't generally because I haven't in so many years.

I brought you cookies because you seem very nice, and you chatted with me, and that's nice.

[Congrats, Lucy. You have earned yourself a friend.]

[ Wow how... do you respond to that? ]

O-oh... that's awful. A test subject...? So you've never been outside of the facility until the castle brought you here?

[ She grins at the latter. ]

I still feel bad I snapped at you at first. You're really sweet too. I guess I was a little cranky when I woke. But you didn't have to bring the cookies- Thank you though!

[Chell's face lights up in a huge smile as she writes back.]

You are welcome! I am glad I could do something for you. I like giving small presents to people when I can. I want to be as kind as I can.

[Even if she hadn't been a generally kind person, she'd have been kind after Aperture, after being called a monster.]

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I want some cookies. What can I say?

You can say you'll share those cookies!

Alas, I have no cookies IRL, but will share homemade fudge.

YAY FUDGE!

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