DI Patricia Menzies (
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realityshifted2012-04-05 08:41 pm
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[today there is a nine-year-old girl on the Astral Plane who, perhaps surprisingly, doesn't seem that bothered about her sudden presence in a multi-dimensional nexus. she has long brown hair and is wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans that are a little tattered and dirty, as though they've seen quite a bit of exploring. but her hair is neat and she doesn't look like she's been in anything particularly dirty today. being a curious child, though, she's made for the most interesting place she could spot--the black hole. currently, she has a hand in the gravity field around it and is attempting to see how far she can reach into that]
That feels weird! [she pushes her hand a little farther in, making a face at the sensation of the gravity fighting back] What is this thing?
[anyone listening might notice that the girl has a clear Mancunian accent. in fact, she may even look a bit familiar. but on her end, she's too busy poking at the field to notice anyone who might be approaching]
[ooc: Menzies is currently under her first experiment! For the time being, she has been regressed to when she was nine.]
That feels weird! [she pushes her hand a little farther in, making a face at the sensation of the gravity fighting back] What is this thing?
[anyone listening might notice that the girl has a clear Mancunian accent. in fact, she may even look a bit familiar. but on her end, she's too busy poking at the field to notice anyone who might be approaching]
[ooc: Menzies is currently under her first experiment! For the time being, she has been regressed to when she was nine.]
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[And jogging over, Conan's almost level with Menzies.]
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'ow are there so many trees when there's no sun? [she knows enough to know that shouldn't happen at least]
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[glancing back at Conan, she asks:] Where's your friend live?
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Let me call him? He knows my voice.
[And cupping his hands to his mouth.]
Eevee! Eevee!
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[she turns away from the tree, watching eagerly for something to appear in response to Conan's call]
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[The Eevee flicks its ears, padding over delicately to nose Conan's hand before approaching Patricia.]
Eee-vee!
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