Intro Log!

[nonmagical]

WHO: Mirabel and you!
WHERE: The Labyrinth, and then the city
WHEN: Jan. 19th
WHAT: Mirabel is here!
WARNINGS: Sad girl alert



[Labyrinth]

[Mirabel felt like she was in a dream. 

Maybe it was a dream - she remembers posing for a family photo, and while she was still in her house something felt... wrong about it. Her biggest clue was the glowing doors in her path, none of them with names or faces attached to them.]

Casita...? 

[The house doesn't answer her like it usually does. None of her family was in sight either. With a lot of hesitancy, she tries to open one of the doors. 

And just like when she was little, the door fades into a solid wall before her eyes. Oh so... we're doing this again. Mirabel might have learned that she doesn't need a Gift to be accepted by her family, but there's still something... very painful about watching that glowing door fade.

She manages to open the next door, but it doesn't have her name on it - or anyone's name on it for that matter. It just leads to a room with more doors. This... isn't Casita. It's all wrong.]

Hello...? Is anyone here?

[The City]

[At some point, whether someone helps her or she gets out on her own, Mirabel finds her way to the city. It's completely unfamiliar territory, and she doesn't even know where to go or where she is. She tries to wave over the first person she sees - maybe they can tell her how to get home?
It's also freezing here. She wraps her arms around herself as she talks.]

Hola! Can you tell me where I am? Are we far from Colombia? 

Comments

[whiteshroud]

A little sweet, got it.

[He can work with that! He'll start making a caramel latte.]

Don't worry about money. "On the house" means free.

[A moment later he'll set the latte down in front of her...as well as a plate of decorated donut holes ]

Enjoy!

[The food and drink taken care of, he'll pull out his cellphone to start texting Zodiac. God, does he hope they answer]

[nonmagical]

Oh well... thank you, then.

[The donut holes are cute! It's just the pick up she needs after getting lost in a maze and then lost in a cold city.]

[whiteshroud]

[He makes a sound of acknowledgement at the thanks as he finishes typing up his message. A few moments later, he hits send and looks away from his phone]

Alright, sent.

[He lowers the phone, though still keeping it with him in case they respond]

There's a group called Zodiac that seems invested in the strange happenings around town recently, including people showing up from far off places unexpectedly. If anyone in town has been keeping tabs on your uncle, it's probably them.

[nonmagical]

Zodiac? Do you think they know about the maze I was in earlier too?

[whiteshroud]

[He tilts his head a little, looking curious]

Maze?

[nonmagical]

Yeah! I was in this big maze! It looked like Casita - our magical house - but it was just doors everywhere, some of them didn't lead to anywhere...

[whiteshroud]

[Casita the magical house? Ok, there's a lot to unpack there in a moment, but first he should probably address the thing he knows]

Huh. That sounds like something that might happen in the Spirit Realm. Which would make sense, that's where I found your uncle.

[nonmagical]

The Spirit Realm? Is that where I was?

[whiteshroud]

Mm, most likely. Magic exists in the physical world, but something on that scale is usually only possible in the Spirit Realm.

I'm not sure why it'd transport you all the way to the US, but it's not like anyone knows why the Spirit Realm does anything.

[nonmagical]

So a Spirit Realm broke through the Encanto, took me from Columbia, and dropped me into the United States?

I'm... so lost right now.

[whiteshroud]

Ah....something like that.

I'm sure you've heard the stories. Ones about people who get whisked away by spirits or into the spirit world or some other world, never to be heard from again? Almost every culture has some version of that.

That might've been what happened to you.

[nonmagical]

Well, I hope it's not "never to be heard from again". I gotta get back to my family somehow.

[whiteshroud]

Oh! Of course!

[He scratches his jaw sheepishly]

Sorry, I didn't mean to imply you won't be able to go home again. I'm sure we'll find some way to send you and your uncle back to Colombia.

[nonmagical]

[Honestly it's her own anxiety talking at this point.]

I know. I'm just... this is my first time being away from home. Like ever.

[whiteshroud]

No...I get it. Anyone would be freaked out right now.

[It's hard to blame her, really.

....]

So you said you live in a magic house?

[nonmagical]

Yep! That's Casita, it's literally alive with magic! It has it's own personality and everything!

[whiteshroud]

Really? That's incredible, I've never heard of anything like that outside of stories...

[Which is a genuine sentiment! Magic buildings? Totally new to him.]

[nonmagical]

Casita's one of a kind! It's all part of the miracle our family was given.

[whiteshroud]

A miracle huh? That must've been some miracle to give you a magic house!