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queen_butterflyOpen/locked?: Open to all
Who: Mallia and anyone who catches her
What: Some people have disappeared from Auradon....
Warnings: ....angst?
Her usual morning feast had been conspicuously absent that day. She hadn't even been in the cafeteria as usual, nor had she been found in the kitchen. Perhaps someone had spotted her running through the halls of the school, searching for something... or someone? She looked rather upset, too, close to tears, perhaps afraid....
And then she quietly went into two of the dorm rooms, coming out with tears finally falling, though she was silent. She turned and headed for the nearest exit, looking at nothing in particular as she went, a bit of colorful flower-shaped glitter marking her path as it fell from her boots' soles behind her.
After that, should someone spot her... well, she wasn't too hard to find. She stood by the barrier of piled-up tangled stuff, tugging and pulling at objects, doing her best to work them free. She wasn't particularly strong; about average for a human lady who wasn't very focused on being in shape for physical exertion. She wasn't particularly fast at pulling things away from the mass, or setting it out on the cold lawn where it wouldn't be in her way. In fact, she was making rather little progress to speak of, stalled mostly in trying to untangle things rather than ripping them apart with force.
What was notable was that there was more than one of her. Six, to be precise, seemingly intent on their task, some working together on one item, some carrying small things away by themselves, their tears mostly dry on their cheeks.
None looked to be all that aware of their surroundings, an odd mix of concentration and inattention in the looks on their faces: she was very much focused, but on what was terribly unclear at a glance. One of them nearly stepped right into the barrier, but for having her hand up; she paused and blinked as if she'd only just noticed that she'd gotten so close to it by having touched it. One of them had walked a few yards past where other items had been deposited before she looked at the ground again instead of past it, and seemed to wake a bit, glancing around... only to drop the branch she'd held there on the ground before she turned and headed back to rejoin the others in their efforts.
Something was up here... for those used to seeing such things, they might note that as far as autonomous copies went, these were faring rather poorly in being effective and efficient. And the real Mallia, the one who was presumably orchestrating all of this, and who was also presumably a great deal more mentally alert and present, was not obviously in view herself, if one could tell her apart from the others....
Come find out what in the world was going on? Interrupt them? Try to help?
Who: Mallia and anyone who catches her
What: Some people have disappeared from Auradon....
Warnings: ....angst?
She'd said she didn't meditate, but that wasn't quite accurate....
Her usual morning feast had been conspicuously absent that day. She hadn't even been in the cafeteria as usual, nor had she been found in the kitchen. Perhaps someone had spotted her running through the halls of the school, searching for something... or someone? She looked rather upset, too, close to tears, perhaps afraid....
And then she quietly went into two of the dorm rooms, coming out with tears finally falling, though she was silent. She turned and headed for the nearest exit, looking at nothing in particular as she went, a bit of colorful flower-shaped glitter marking her path as it fell from her boots' soles behind her.
After that, should someone spot her... well, she wasn't too hard to find. She stood by the barrier of piled-up tangled stuff, tugging and pulling at objects, doing her best to work them free. She wasn't particularly strong; about average for a human lady who wasn't very focused on being in shape for physical exertion. She wasn't particularly fast at pulling things away from the mass, or setting it out on the cold lawn where it wouldn't be in her way. In fact, she was making rather little progress to speak of, stalled mostly in trying to untangle things rather than ripping them apart with force.
What was notable was that there was more than one of her. Six, to be precise, seemingly intent on their task, some working together on one item, some carrying small things away by themselves, their tears mostly dry on their cheeks.
None looked to be all that aware of their surroundings, an odd mix of concentration and inattention in the looks on their faces: she was very much focused, but on what was terribly unclear at a glance. One of them nearly stepped right into the barrier, but for having her hand up; she paused and blinked as if she'd only just noticed that she'd gotten so close to it by having touched it. One of them had walked a few yards past where other items had been deposited before she looked at the ground again instead of past it, and seemed to wake a bit, glancing around... only to drop the branch she'd held there on the ground before she turned and headed back to rejoin the others in their efforts.
Something was up here... for those used to seeing such things, they might note that as far as autonomous copies went, these were faring rather poorly in being effective and efficient. And the real Mallia, the one who was presumably orchestrating all of this, and who was also presumably a great deal more mentally alert and present, was not obviously in view herself, if one could tell her apart from the others....
Come find out what in the world was going on? Interrupt them? Try to help?
