paradisa | 048 Red Letters

[Two years. Two years in this castle and it does THIS to her? Happy fucking anniversary, Nora, have some wings. Oh and by the way you're now FOUR FUCKING INCHES TALL and glow like Rudolph's nose when you fly around.

Yep. This year's out to a fantastic start.

She would have been perfectly happy to sit in her room and sulk until this was over but NO. Thanks to her new diminutive size and ineptitude at flying she ended up accidentally shut out of her own room by her boyfriend. Since sitting on the doorknob and sulking was lame (and cold) she decided that she might as well try to learn how to be less of a failure at flying since she had no idea how long she'd be stuck like this. That being decided she takes off, rolling her eyes only slightly at the red glow that surrounds her as she flies.

So the good news is she's getting better at flying. The bad news is she's still working on, uh, stopping. She turns a corner and realizes too late she's flying straight at someone. Wat do?!]

((OOC: Happy Paraversary, Nora! Feel free to see her/be run into anywhere in the castle))

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You know I never even thought of that. [she pauses] not that I could actually lift a book on my own right now...

[please oh please could you help your diminutive friend, Lemony?]

Edited (I can spell, really.) 2013-01-05 18:28 (UTC)

How very fortunate that you happen to have a friend who would be more than happy to help you look, then.

[he holds out his hand, palm down, for her to land on]

[She smiles and flies over, landing thankfully in his hand. Unused to solid ground, her legs wobble and she sinks to her knees, sighing as she sits on his palm.]

Thank you. I feel so helpless being this small. I can't really do much of anything for myself...

You know ... [he lifts her up so that she can ride on his shoulder, where it's easier to see]

I've done quite a lot of research that concerns the circumstances of small people in terribly unfortunate situations. It might surprise you just how much they're able to care for themselves, if they're willful enough. For example - would you say it was possible for an infant to scale the inside of an elevator shaft?

[She stands up and steps onto his shoulder, settling down to sit with one hand holding onto the lapel of his jacket for balance.]

An infant climbing an elevator? Normally I'd say there was no way that was possible... but the way you asked that makes me think you're about to tell me otherwise.

Oh, yes. I did not see it with my own eyes, but I have seen evidence and heard accounts. Though, not all infants have her unusual dental fortitude....

[he hesitates at the stairs]. Speaking of elevators, would you prefer to go that way?

Yeah I've never heard of a baby being able to do anything like that with their teeth. Hell I lost one of my teeth trying to open one of those stupid bubbles you get from the quarter machines.

[She shrugs] It doesn't make a difference to me. [i.e. she's not gonna make you do the elevator if you have like a complex or something...]

I'm rather certain those weren't meant to be opened orally. [even so, he can't help but be mildly amused. he'll take the elevator, just so there's a smoother ride for her]

Did you at least get a quarter back for your tooth, so that it was a somewhat fair trade?

[She makes a face] I'm pretty certain they're not meant to be opened at all with how tight those suckers are.

[Her frown dissipates and she smiles] Yeah. That was back when I still believed in the tooth fairy, too.

Strange, isn't it.... How many things this place can dredge up from the depths of our memory. Do you think there might be any particular reason it changed you like this?

[She thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head]

Not really. I mean I've been here two years as of today and I haven't really had many losses since I've been here... guess it might've decided to make up for it?

You know, that may be a very valid theory. I've heard enough people's opinions on the subject since I've gotten here to think so, anyway.

[She nods] Yeah I guess I've kinda been lucky in the loss department. And this could be lots worse. It's just so weird being this small all of a sudden. My boyfriend almost crushed me the morning I woke up like this... I got shut out of our room because I can't open the door...

[She shrugs] I know that this is nothing as far as losses are concerned but it's still a pain...

It's hardly nothing if it affects you personally. I'm sure there are several people who would be delighted if they were changed into marmosets, but personally, having spent an extensive amount of time training them, I know their negative points, and would hardly be enthusiastic about the prospect at all.

[with that, he swings the door to the library open] Now then. Help me find Row 629, for flight engineering?

You trained marmosets? [She regards him curiously.

Hey, whoa, what? Suddenly Dewey Decimal System. She grins]

Luckily for you I was a school library assistant for two years back home. [She looks around for a moment to get her bearings before pointing] The 600s are that way.

I did, yes - as messengers. [what, doesn't every world have trained marmosets?]

Thank you. [he'll start heading through the stacks] A poet, an artist, and a librarian ... [he smiles] At this point, I can safely say that I've no doubt giving you that notebook was a good choice.

Messenger marmosets... I guess it does have a nice ring to it.

[She grins with pride]

You think? Thanks! I'm still really honored you gave me one... especially after you told me what it meant.

I'm honored by your honor, to be quite frank. Perhaps, in this place, the VFD can come to mean something noble, once more...

I hope that I can help you do just that.

[She smiles]

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