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[INTRO] Flowers, Flowers Everywhere
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?
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?
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You're 100% right. There's nothing we can't do together.
... I really missed you and Luisa.
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And I'm really glad to see you.
[Isabela pulls back a hand and with a bit of focused effort; produces a single perfect rose and gently places it in her sister's hair. And then... a grin slowly takes it's place on her face.]
So.... out of the buildings in this city... which one do you think is the tallest?
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…Then again, Mirabel didn’t exactly make things easy herself.
Mirabel touches the rose in her hair and grins.]
Well, there is this one building… it’s so tall you have to strain your neck to look at it!
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That sounds perfect.
[She reaches out and takes Mirabel's hand, giving it a small squeeze.]
Show me?
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[Mirabel grasps her hand in return, and leads her in the direction of the tallest skyscraper she knows about in this town.]
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We're going straight to the top.
[Except. You know. The "hard" way. With like. Stairs and elevators. Because as much as she'd like to, Isabela knows her Gift won't get them there as it is now.]