PARADISA

Ahhh, it's so close!

[Sugar can hardly sit still, she's so impatient. The young fairy whines as she stares out the window.]

Why can't it be time for snow yet?

Wow... Those seeds sure grew fast! Much faster than the Magic Seed did!

[Sugar is in fact sitting in one of the apple trees that she planted earlier this week, looking out over the grounds. The tiny fairy might not be too noticeable unless someone gets up close or hears her from below.]

Do you think they were magic too?

[As the weather got hotter, Sugar was doing her best to keep things cool. Yesterday she could be found in the lobby conjuring snowflakes in a tiny patch for anyone to sit or walk through. Sure they melted quickly, but it was still cold and refreshing in this heat.

Today is different. Sugar had flown down to the same spot to create the magic snow again. But when she plays her piccolo no magic happens. She keeps playing to no avail, until eventually she flops down on the lobby table, exhausted from her efforts and the heat.]

Why isn't it working?!

[Sugar was very excited to see Christmas return to the castle, bringing with it snow. Sure, it was rather early and as a season fairy she should probably be worried about that. And sure, it also seemed to make her a human teenager a few days later, but who cares? Not Sugar. As far as she's concerned, this is the best surprise ever.

The teenager is out in the snow, building snow rabbits. Her pink hair really stands out against the white landscape. Done her third rabbit, she looks around for other people to coax into playing. The journal open nearby, she decides to ask the castle at large.]

Who wants to play snow games?

[It had started innocently enough. People were drawing in the journal, lots more people than usual, and Sugar wanted to draw too. So she copied the swirly doodles. And then made more. And more. And more.

At first she had stuck to the journal, using different colors of crayon for each swirl. However eventually that wasn't good enough. So Sugar wished herself up a tube of paint and started drawing on the walls.

The young fairy can currently be found in the second floor hallway, using her hands to paint tiny swirls on one patch of the wall. She steps back to inspect her work, and after a few moments of scrutiny she nods.]

There! That's much better.

Hello everyone! Today is Valentine's Day, a time when you tell all the people you know how much you love them. I hope you are ready! I know I am.

Buuut just in case you haven't gotten anything for them yet, I have just the thing. And you know what that is?

Sweets! Since chocolate making is such a big deal for this holiday, I think we should all make some. You can meet me in the kitchen!

[Sounds like a great plan, right? Except Sugar hasn't tried making chocolate on her own. Those who actually visit the kitchen will find a small mess already forming there. Two bowls are on the counter as well as a bar of chocolate, but another bowl has fallen to the ground. On the table is a book of recipes partially covered in a pile sugar since a bag has fallen over nearby. Underneath the sugar piles is... well, Sugar, who is desperately trying to dig her way out.

Someone probably should help her before she destroys the kitchen.]

[Sugar is clinging to one of the mistletoe sprigs in the doorway to the lobby. She hasn't realized it's magical properties yet, but it seemed like a good vantage point to look for people to kiss. Yup, this fairy is yet another contestant in that kissing game... but for entirely different reasons. (Really though, any excuse to kiss people is a good excuse.)

She admires the lobby's decorations from her hiding place, bouncing up and down excitedly. It's taking all her willpower not to investigate everything right now.]

Everything is so twinkly now! The tree that grew in the lobby is twinkly, the halls are twinkly... I bet I could find hundreds of twinkles!

Oh! And a snow fairy visited yesterday!! Isn't that great?

[You'd think someone who was able to make her own snow would be less excited. But nope; she's just as excited as any kid would be.]

((OCC: Action or journal. Open for kisses! Fair warning: she'll be trying to kiss most people, magical mistletoe or not. If you don't want your character to be kissed/kiss her back, they can dodge her and the mistletoe. Or push her away. She's super small; evading shouldn't be too hard.))

[You might think a holiday with as many sweets as Halloween would please Sugar. Wrong. Cowering below one of the lobby tables is Sugar, dressed up like a certain familiar high school elementary school detective, right down her tiny pair of glasses. Her little wings look rather out of place with the blue jacket. Quietly, she whispers to her journal.]

What happened to the castle? Everything is scary now. I don't like it.

[There's a gasp and she goes quiet as one of the ghosts walk past.]

Oh, and where did my clothes go? When I woke up yesterday they were gone, and I was wearing Conan's clothes again. [Pause.] I didn't realize he had clothes that would fit me.

[Sugar hasn't been herself lately. More and more friends kept vanishing, leaving the snow fairy sad and lonely. She had gone quiet and lethargic, enough to worry her roommate. The fairy was lying on her desk when finally frustration kicked in.]

AUUGH, what is wrong with me? This isn't what he would have wanted at all!!

[She sits up and walks over to Bunny's letter. She had read over it many times, but now the words sparked

"Hope... Find it and spread it around. Hope needs people to keep it alive, I'm entrusting this job to all of you now."]

Right! That's what I'll do!

[For the rest of the day, Sugar searches through the castle for anyone who looks down or needs help. She'll do her best, Bunny! She's gonna bring people hope!

...Hopefully.]

((OCC: Backdated to the afternoon. Open to action, especially if you want an overeager fairy to try to cheer your character up or "help" them.))

[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?]