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

[wedonttalkabout]

I had a little space out of the way of the vision cave with a...bed and stuff. It uh- [he shifts a little awkwardly, wringing his fingers] it wasn't always that bad. It kinda...went that way when I pulled away.

[Thanks for THAT, Casita.]

There you go! That was...yea, not the best idea ever. But now this can just be yours. However, you like it, go wild!

[nonmagical]

I see... I didn't know Casita could change rooms like that.

[Or was it Casita? It couldn't help in Bruno's room. She supposes it doesn't matter that much. Maybe his room will look different again now that he's back.

They just have to get home first.]

Thanks, Tio. It'll be nice to have my own room.

[wedonttalkabout]

Hmmm- Casita sensed I was...I don't know, distant and followed suit. It stopped coming into my room once I left it, too.

[He's learned trying to understand the magic that fuels their house- fuels them is a complicated mess best not undertook. He'd like a room that's not a forsaken hellscape in all honesty. ]

I can bet. Maybe we can find some...uh paint or something. For the room.

[nonmagical]

That's right. When I fell, Casita couldn't do anything...

[In either room. Her eyes light up a bit at the mention of painting.]

That sounds great! Can it be any color?

[wedonttalkabout]

Yeah- don't know what's that about. There's so much about the magic we just...don't understand.

[It was fucking WILD for the triplets suddenly getting magical doors appearing when they turned five with barely any idea what any of THAT was about. ]

Any colour you want! Pick something you know Mamá would have pitched a fit over if you really want to.

[nonmagical]

Yeah. Maybe we'll never know... maybe that's how miracles work?

[OH CAN SHE. Her face brightens!]

Not the color of the nursery, maybe something bright...

[Color ideas are going through her head now.]

[wedonttalkabout]

I'm pretty sure we're gonna live with a lifetime of always wondering so yeah, probably.

[Go HOG WILD. He'll back you up if Alma shows up! He chuckles.]

You're the one with the, uh, sense of style, I'm leaving this one to you.