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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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[What she would be interested in... She finds herself drawing a huge blank. Her whole life she's always played the part she was meant to play. So she really doesn't know what she wants to do. It's like a blank canvas just waiting to be filled and--]
Well... What's a good place to see a lot of different things?
no subject
[His dad is working this evening, so he's got at least a few hours before he starts fussing.
As for a place to see lots of different things...]
Maybe the mall? There's lots of different kinds of shops there.
no subject
That sounds-- [No, she will NOT say perfect.] exactly like what I'm looking for. Thank you.
no subject
Great! It's not far from here, just a few blocks.
no subject
Great! Which way do we go?
no subject
This way!
[he does make sure to walk at a pace she can keep up with, what with being in that dress and all]
Sometimes I like to go there after work and browse some of the shops.
no subject
For a moment she seems to weigh in on what she really wants to say before she commits to it.]
...this might seem like a strange question but-- what do you like to do just for fun?
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That's not a strange question at all. [If anything, it's stranger that she THINKS it counts as one. Just what was their lives like in that Encanto..?] I like watch shows, especially anime. I also like to play video games, garden and make desserts.