burnt_orangesky: (Babby Fred <3)
[The writing is almost a caricature of her normal penmanship; the loops are too big, the angles aren't sharp enough, the overall effect is... interesting.]

I see I am not the only one to have woken up little. Everything is so much bigger, suddenly; I need a chair to reach the kitchen counter. I think I need new clothes, too.

Since I rather think the new length of my legs will make running away difficult, perhaps I should not go to work until I am big again [pen taps] unless someone wants to go with me?

Otherwise I might explore the Wilderness instead. I will need someone to come with me for that, too.

-Fred

[Added a little later.] 00, Pinky, Innovator--I am over at Genius' and Derrick's house. Sorry I didn't say earlier; I have been here a few days.

[I'll be replying to any comments with [livejournal.com profile] prydonian_child. Fred is... I guess she looks in about the 8 - 10 range. Let's say 10.]
burnt_orangesky: (We are not amused)
After spending my day running around like a maniac, I end up in jail. I would very much like to know how Youth tapping me on the shoulder made me arrive here, but I suppose that explanation will have to wait a bit. Of course, I rather doubt I will ever find out the trick behind it, Edensphere being what it is. My best guess would be some sort of teleport [pen taps] though that isn't quite the right word.

I gave breakfast a miss and did not have time to stop for lunch. I don't suppose someone would be willing to bring me a sandwich?

I would settle for a jailbreak, if the sandwich is too much trouble.

[Pause]

Does anyone else feel that being in prison is strangely, horribly familiar?

-Fred

By the by, has anyone seen Pinky? She did not come home last night, and she was not there this morning when I woke.

[[ooc: the strikes are scratched out almost right away, but you can read it if you squint.]]
burnt_orangesky: (Hiding? Not me!)
[The words are shaky and a little sloppy, written rather hastily.]

Assistance would be greatly appreciated; I am lost in the Wilderness, currently in [small pause] some sort of swamp. It is quite eerie, but a little better than the areas with lava and fire.

It is not the least bit pleasant, especially with all these [long pause] I really don't like this place, it's decidedly creepy.

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (We are not amused)
I found something in the Wilderness that seems impossible, even for this place. I believe I may be the only person in Edensphere familiar with these pepperpot-like robots, so how was I able to find a toy version of one in one of the stores? For that matter, who would make this thing into a toy in the first place? It is not as though it is an attractive robot, I cannot see why anyone would ever want to play with it.

This finding is hardly worthy of a song!

-Fred

[ooc: Fred found a toy Dalek (but not the other two figures) in Toys R Us. Lol.]
burnt_orangesky: (Excuse me)
Has anyone else been having difficulty with their chairs? Mine start singing and moving about whenever I try to sit in them.

On a different note, does anyone know if the buffet that is currently occupying the Wilderness only consists of Earth food? I will get round to exploring it properly myself soon, I was just curious if anyone had discovered food that is obviously not from Earth.

[A slight pause]

-Fred
burnt_orangesky: (Broken dreams)
[The following is sketched slowly over several minutes; she's taking her time, trying to get all the details exactly right. The following sentences are scribbled here and there over the page, as though she's writing them down absently as she thinks of them. They are then inked over to the point of illegibility almost right away.]



What are these things?
They seem like enemies... were we some sort of rebels, or...?
Were they the enemies of my people as well? In that case, which side was in the right?
That planet... it seems important. To him? Or perhaps me as well.
I wonder if we were at war.
I wonder who won.


[ooc: She got Storm's dream, and is just trying to put the pieces together when she takes the dream and her memory into account.
Disclaimer: I didn't draw this Dalek, I don't know who did. It's not mine.]

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