[open] that far, far away day

[entreats]

Who: Ange Ushiromiya and you?
Where: The stairs and the dining room
When: During the event from February 9th to February 11th
Rating: PG
Summary: Ange goes from being a sad adult to being a sad kid. Come do the impossible and cheer her up.
The Story:

[ a: the stairs ]

[ Of course Ange woke up in a panic. It's already distressing enough to wake up in a room you don't know when you're a kid, but it's even worse when you've lost your parents only a few days before then and are still busy trying to deal with that. After nobody answered her in the room, even after calling out for her aunt and then even her parents (almost instinctively before it just made her sadder), Ange ran out.. only to not recognize the hallway either. It sure wasn't her aunt Eva's house, nor the mansion on Rokkenjima.

And with the panic she was in, she didn't know better than to just start running. So if you just happen to be going up or down the stairs, it's pretty hard to avoid noticing the girl sitting on the floor on the landing between one floor and the next, her hair a little messy and a small scrape on her knee, as if she must have fallen a step or two while running on the stairs.

It's mostly hard to avoid noticing her though because she's rubbing her eyes and crying. Whoops. Might want to do something about that instead of just trying to walk around her? ]

[ b: the dining hall ]

[ Even once Ange understands a little bit more about the situation, she isn't exactly cheerful. Being gone from her aunt is a good thing, sure, but being in an entirely different world is.. well, pretty scary for a kid that's only six years old. Not to mention she's still too sad from what happened to her parents for her joy to be gone from her aunt to be stronger than that feeling somehow.

So even though she's sitting at a table with a big cake in front of her - something that ought to be enough to make any kid happy - she's just staring sadly at it. There's definitely another seat still free at the table though for anyone who feels inclined to ask a sad little kid what's wrong.. or anyone who recognizes her hairstyle, really, considering it's pretty much exactly the same as the older Ange, despite the huge age difference. ]

(ooc note: replies will come from happymeal for the icons!)

Comments

[ofletters]

Nice to meet you, Ange. [ So it is another resident shrunk down to a kid. Privately, he's glad he'd been spared this time. ] Mind if I ask how old you are?

[ He's no good at guessing these things, so... eight? Maybe? ]

[happymeal]

I just turned six last summer.

[ At least she doesn't seem to mind sharing that information, even if it's with a stranger. Her age isn't dangerous to share, right? ]

[ofletters]

Gotcha. [ She's tiny, and he's aware of how dangerous Wonderland can be to full-grown adults with or without abilities. Vaguely, he wonders if she has some superpowers that she's keeping to herself. ] Alright...

[ And he steps into the kitchen, hovering in the doorway and glancing inside. ]

What're you hungry for? I can help you out, if you want.

[happymeal]

[ For a moment she almost looks taken aback by the question. You don't get asked really often what you'd like to eat when you're as young as she is, after all, and the last few days have particularly not been about anything she wanted. ]

C.. Can I pick anything?

[ofletters]

[ Awww. That reaction surprises out a little laugh, and he scratches at the back of his head as she glances around. ]

Sure thing. What'll it be?

[happymeal]

I really like cake..

[ Ange even leans up a little towards him (not even coming close, obviously, with how tiny she is, but she's still tiptoeing) like she's trying to keep it a secret between the two of them. Like she doesn't want someone overhearing them about this. ]

[ofletters]

Cake? [ That shouldn't surprise him, but it does. ] Sure thing. Any kind in particular?

[happymeal]

N.. no, any kind is fine! I don't want to be picky..

[ Her feet shuffle a little, almost awkwardly. ]

I'm sure my aunt would get mad at me if I was being picky..

[ofletters]

Your aunt? [ Another clue. Even so, Sam withdraws a piece of simple, vanilla cake with chocolate icing from the cabinet, setting it down at the table and then moving to sit across from her. ] Have you seen her here at all?

[ In the mansion? ]

[happymeal]

[ She shakes her head, little pigtails moving back and forth as she does. ]

This doesn't look like her house, and I can't find her either.. So maybe I got lost. [ Although it's kind of hard to do that when all you did was sleep, right?

(Ange is also totally eyeing that piece of cake in front of her, even if she isn't touching it yet.) ]

[ofletters]

Maybe. There're a lot of nice people here, though, so they can help if you're worried.

[ They can't exactly get her back to her aunt or that house, but... you know. They can, say, provide cake. ]

[happymeal]

...

[ In silence Ange glances up from the cake over towards Sam. ]

You're.. a nice person too, right..? [ Since he's giving her cake and all! But her aunt always said to not trust strangers, so it's kind of conflicting for the little girl. ]

[ofletters]

I, uh - I guess. [ He chuckles weakly, shrugging. ] I try?

[ Like helping out a near-stranger-turned-child and getting her a snack. Is that creepy? Maybe it's creepy.

Dammit. ]