Intro Log

[neverbreaks]

WHO: Luisa and you
WHERE: The Labyrinth, then the city
WHEN: Feb. 12
WHAT: A new arrival, and she happens to be a Madrigal!
WARNINGS: Possibly some anxiety

( No Pressure )

[INTRO] Flowers, Flowers Everywhere

[matizrojo]

WHO: Isabela Madrigal and YOU
WHERE: her labyrinth or the city
WHEN: Feb. 12th
WHAT: Another Labyrinth has spit out another Madrigal. As they do.
WARNINGS: None

labyrinth

[Everything about this labyrinth felt so familiar to Isabela. So well put together, so pretty, so perfect, so-- STIFLING. But in trying to navigate it, she learned that she couldn't change it. The thriving power she'd only just awakened to was gone-- reverted back to the most basic, the most boring version of itself.

A nightmare. This was a nightmare. But she wasn't waking up. So the only thing left to do was to get the heck out of here as quickly as she possibly could.

...right after taking out her frustration on a series of colorful, perfectly arranged arrangements.]

Hrrrrghhh--!

[With an aggravated cry, there are suddenly a lot of pretty flower petals of different colors flying everywhere. It's hard to say how much destruction it will take to make her feel better-- fortunately in this perfect world there are no thorns. Watch out for the occasional flying branch though.]

city

[As soon as she makes it out, Isabella collapses on the nearest bench utterly exhausted, letting her eyes fall shut. That took a lot more out of her than she expected-- and not just physically. She may have broken open the ceiling but there's still a lot of unresolved feelings about it all. It's nice to just rest for a moment a let it all go.]

Finally.

[She's still covered in an explosion of colors; her dress a wild and creative mess of her own making. But she has a lot of rose and orchid petals stuck to her too from the labyrinth. Honestly she kind of looks like she got into a fight with a flower cart and lost.]

What is going on...?

[It never stops. Just when they thought things were going to be better... But opening her eyes and squinting at the city before her, it's more than just "what".]

Where... am I?

[INTRO] A totally normal late dinner

[purpurabellator]

WHO: It's just you and Joseph, baby. Unless he ticks off some other patrons.
WHERE: A normally peaceful old diner uptown.
WHEN: The middle of the damn night.
WHAT: Joseph JUST got here and he is already in trouble.
WARNINGS: Scuffling and cussing, if a fight breaks out.

[New place. New objectives. New adventures, or something. First order of business? Food.

Joseph intentionally picks the shadiest looking restaurant he can find on short notice and strolls through the front door, seats himself, and waits to be approached by a server. Normal stuff. He takes it slow, asks to be given the most popular appetizer and a Coke for the time being.

Sure enough, this lady comes back and slides him some cole slaw. It's the most wretched slop he's ever seen in his life. The server receives a low chuckle, a handsome smile, and a charming wink; he sends her off with a thank you and proceeds to stick his spoon into the dish with a kind of caution that suggests he thinks it's going to explode or something.]

What the hell. Hahaha.

[His attention suddenly snaps up towards the front counter, where people normally line up to hand their payment to the host or hostess.

There's one of those "take a penny, leave a penny" things on it.

He could definitely land a spoonful of this sludge in there with his unparalleled master aim. A spontaneous test of his precision.

So, naturally, he scoops out a bite's worth, turns the spoon towards himself, bends it backward with a thumb, and catapults the cole slaw from Hell in a brilliantly wide arch halfway across the restaurant. It's going to meet its mark, for sure. Definitely.

Or, it would, were it not for the unfortunate bastard walking in and directly through the path of the flying slaw.

It hits someone. If you're already sitting down, maybe it hits some rando who just walked in. But if your timing is shit, you get a fun little cole slaw surprise in your face. Maybe your hair? Maybe your shirt. The possibilities are endless!]

Oh—shit. Shit shit shit.

[Joseph's eyes blow wide and he instantly turns his head to look out the window as to act like he was not directly responsible for what he just did.]