[Karte 1; Action -- ditto on the easy listening music!]

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

[The first reaction of the brown-haired little girl who had just arrived, after sitting up and blinking a few times to clear her vision, is to yawn and stretch out her arms. Was she hearing music? It was so relaxing that she felt like she was being sung a lullabye, relaxing and sweet enough to sleep to.]

A dream?

Is Pinoko dreaming...?

[She lies back down, rolling onto her side. She can feel the flower petals pressing against her skin, and the light breeze makes the flowers sway and her dress flutter.

After a moment, she blinks awake and sits up again, with a start!]

A-aaah! Pinoko's nightgown!

[She quickly stands up, frowning as she clutched fistfuls of fabric and raises the hem... but as she was so very short, her long trailing nightgown would usually go just a bit her toes when she pulls it.

Imagine her surprise when she manages to accidentally expose her underwear.

She quickly lets the much shorter dress fall back down, crossing her legs and turning very red.]

T-this isn't Pinoko's...!

[Just why is she wearing something she's never owned in some strange, if very pretty place, that she's never been to before?!

Unable to deal with her situation, she turns very red and looks like she's about to burst into tears, when... nothing happens. She just calms back down and resumes smiling, in a carefree manner, with a shrug to match.] Oh, well!

Time to go find Doc! I'm sure he won't be far... he wouldn't leave his wife all alone, right?

[She'll even whistle a happy tune (random at first, but soon, she's whistling to the tune of the unfamiliar song that she woke to) as she walks off, surprisingly calm about her situation.

She has yet to notice her things just beyond the vine, or even the presence of the cat, patiently waiting with a scroll in the flowerbed.]

Comments

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

That's not right~

[So amused, as an Arab. She'll happily twirl around and then curtsy, rather than getting mad, because the music's so calming!] Pinoko is twenty!

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh! You look like you're five.

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

[Instead of huffing in indignation, she blinks, then shrugs.]

Usually, Pinoko gets called a sheven year old, but I guess Pinoko could take it as a compliment... looking younger is more attractive than looking older than you are, right?

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

[Laura is impressed with her equanimity.]

If you look older you can do more stuff, though. Like go to grown up movies and go on rides and things.

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

That's true. [She nods, with a sigh.] It's very hard to get into those kinds of things without people shtopping you and trying to make you go to shome kiddy movie or go on the really boring baby rides. It's enough to make you go "ohmigewdnesh!" [She squishes her cheeks in, making a very silly surprised face.]

Oh, well! [Nothing can kill this good mood!]

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

[HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME. Laura smooshes her own face up.] Ohmigoodnesh!

[LOL FOREVER]

[Oh, dear. xDDDD;]

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

Pinoko has found it to be a VERY usheful word!

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Is that your name? Pinocchio?

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

Not Pinocchio, Pinoko!

But, Pinoko's a girl like Pinocchio, sho you're half-right!

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Pinoko, huh? That's a weird name.

Are you made of wood and stuff?

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

You think sho~? What's your name, anyway?

No, not wood... but Pinoko's body is made of shomething different!

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

Um... I'm Laura.

What's it made of? Plastic?

[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

Shomething like that.

[runawayalot.livejournal.com]

So are you a robot, then?