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

[nonmagical]

I'm sure I will...

[She's not a picky eater, though she wonders if it'll taste anything like what her mom usually makes for dinner.]

Your world is... split up? Into pieces?

[She tries to visualize it, but she can't.]

I don't know if this place is connected to any of the places we come from. I mean, if we're all from other worlds? And we all ended up here? That's what I'm not understanding.

[thavnairian]

The world looks normal to the people who live in it. When I went to one of the other reflections, it was so... strange. The geography was kind of similar to a place I knew, but the plants were a weird color, and the people and buildings were entirely different. It's like the difference between going to a city you're familiar with, and visiting the version someone made up in a fairy tale. Familiar and yet not familiar at all.

[That is the hum of the microwave.]

Right. I don't think it bears any connection to our homes at all, which begs the question of... how? I think that answer will be key to finding our way back.

[He gives a great sigh.]

Unfortunately, I'm not much of an expert when it comes to weird magical stuff. It'll take greater minds than mine to unravel this particular mystery. In the meantime, I'm just helping out where I can.

[nonmagical]

Wow... that sounds amazing. I wish I could see it for myself.

[Mirabel's head turns at the sound of the microwave - there's no microwaves back home, and she's a little curious about the sound.]

Well, my whole family is magical but I'm not even sure if they could figure this one out. I think this is out of all of our leagues.

[thavnairian]

I miss it, truth be told, but I think I miss my friends more.

[He notices her sudden interest in the sound, and flashes her a knowing grin around the corner.]

Yeah, we're all in this together. Hey, want to see the firebox machine? You put things in it, and it heats the food up faster than a pot on a stove.