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--ather will be so pleas...ed

[the little girl stops in her tracks, the ice skates she's holding falling to the 'ground' with a clatter as she stares at her surroundings. she was quite certain she'd just been in London -- and this doesn't look a thing like London. this doesn't even look a thing like Blackpool, which she's always been told loves this sort of thing.

spinning around, she is surprised to see the little shoppe she'd been visiting is gone, replaced by more of these absolutely impossible stars. and if there's no shoppe, there's no way home.

in a very unladylike fashion, the little girl plops down beside her skates, taking deep breaths. she's British -- there must be a very good explanation for this, and if there isn't, she'll just pretend there is and go about like nothing happened. as soon as she starts breathing properly, of course. her father is going to be so upset.

speaking of, the girl looks down at the skates, tugging a lace]

I suppose we won't be going skating after all...

[ooc; Experiment start!]

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Lost, little one?

[woah, people! after a moment being startled, Lucy quickly gets herself under control, coughing into her hand and standing rather hastily, offering a curtsy]

Something of the sort. I do believe I'm not where I'm supposed to be, unless a new attraction opened in London and I wasn't told.

Were it only that simple. I presume you were visiting a small shop?

I was! I hadn't seen it before and I thought I might pick something up for my father.

Do you know what it was?

A portal to this place, unfortunately. If you wish to return home, you need only think about it.

Portal? So we aren't in London, then?

Well, I really do need to get back. Father will be wondering where I am. So I just need to think about ho--

[and poof! she's gone! and reappears a few minutes later, blinking in surprise]

Not in London, now.

See? While you spend time here, it does not pass at home.

It doesn't? Really?

[her eyes light up in childish glee and she looks at the skates she left on the Plane floor]

Is there a pond here I can skate on, maybe?

Not at all.

[He pauses to think.] There is a bit of a pond, but it isn't frozen, unfortunately.

Oh. [frowns] Well. I guess I can't do that, then.

Is there anything here I can do?

Most come here to visit each other or work or rest. There are, however, many places to explore, should you look.

So there's more here than just you?

Oh, do fogive me. I'm not minding my manners. [smiles and curtsies again] Lucy. Lucy Cole. You would be?

Oh certainly, though they come and go.

A pleasure to meet you, Lucy. I am Mu.

[awww, sad little girl. He walks over, hands stuffed in pockets]

Oh, well, this place you never know. There are an outrageous amount of things here, ice skating doesn't seem so out of the question.

[he tilts his head, looking at her, trying to place if he knows her from somewhere]

Mu? [such a funny name] A pleasure to meet you, too.

How many are there?

[looks up at this new arrival. my, he looks strangely familiar, but she can't quite place him]

Really? The other man told me there isn't any ice here.

[scratches the back of his neck, looking around in thought, then back to Lucy]

Oh, maybe not. Some people know this place better than I do I think. Still they've got forests and beaches. Don't really much fancy the beach. Someone brings all those things here, as far as I understand it, so ice skating rink, if we haven't got one all ready, I'm sure eventually one could find it's way here.

[you've just managed to confuse her, good job]

How does someone bring a beach with them? I've never heard of anyone being able to carry a beach. That's just silly. Do they bring a lot of buckets with water?

Well, I don't know. I think they just - maybe they concentrate a great deal. I've managed smaller things, chairs and wardrobes and the like, but nothing the size of a beach. [grins] Although it does all sound a bit ridiculous, doesn't it? Buckets or not.

[looks at her again, and this is bugging him now, so he's just going to ask]

Have we met before?

{Little girl! Thus, Diva's oddly maternal instinct takes over. She seems kind of familiar though... :|a}

Ne, you can still go skating, don't worry.

[Smiles]

It's hard to say, with the comings and goings, but I'd guess somewhere between fifty and one hundred.

That many? It's like one of my father's parties! No one ever stays very long, but I lose track of them when they change places with each other.

So if I think hard enough, I can bring things here, too? Could I bring my school? I bet some of the girls wouldn't laugh at me if I could drop them off here some day.

[gives him a look, pursing her lips]

I don't believe so? You do look familiar, though. Do you model, maybe? I think I met a model who looked a bit like you once.

[ah, manners, of course! so she curtsies]

I'm Lucy. Lucy Cole. It's nice to meet you, ah...?

[:O really pretty lady! Lucy is on her best behaviour now!]

I can? Where?

[he keeps a certain distance – he doesn't want to crowd her, or startle her – but he's smiling warmly]

Don't worry. You can go back, right to when and where you were.

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