ooc: this might be long since I'm going to go ahead and start from the begening, until I'm caught up.
Ic: Leela had been watching both the vollyball game, and the limbo from a distance. She'd never been too fond of people, but she'd learned to tolerate them since they came to the beach lodge she lived at constaintly. Especialy durring spring break. She suspected this was the reason for the crowds that peresently surrounded her.
The waves crashed gently agaisnt her ankles, beconning her to go further into it's soothing coolness, and she would have if she didn't have one of her prized books in her hands. Her books where he only thing she had close enough to friends. They were always there for her when she needed a way to escape from the world.
She ran her fingers across the character that rested on it's face. It was a picture of a goddess rising though a patch of clouds. She smiled endearly, thinking of what it might be like to be that goddess on the cover of her book. Gracefully dancing around like a feather in the wind, without a care in the world. The thought was almost exilerating.
Suddenly there was noise that was so horrible she almost dropped the book she had in tow. There was a flash of light and the ground shook beneath her feet, sending her sailing to the ground. A collection of screams and shoughts rose though the air, and as she strugled to stand to her feet she saw several pairs of leggs and feet dashing past her. Which made her go into a panic. What could they all be running from? Had the ground begun to split in two? She tried to calm herself by keeping the thought of how silly tourists could be in mind.
One of the party goers could have just set off some kind of firework not knowing how to use it or something. This seemed to work, so she kept using the thought. With this in mind she rose to her feet, and with her book clutched to her cheast, she went to investigate the damage to the beach.
It looked like whatever it was left an enormous crater in the ground. She shuddered at the though of how many ground movers it would take to repair the damage. She'd never liked them coming to the beach to bring in more sand. She thought to keep a mental note to ask the beach comity to have some supervise any more late night parties that were held out on "her" beach.
Inside the creater however was a strange red block, which curiously enough she watch as others touched it one by one, each one fainted soon after touching it. Which was even more curious. Could this be some kind of alian aircraft? It defenatly wasn't a firework, that was for sure.
Now more curious than ever, she cautiously made her way down to the object, but just before she was in it's reach she tripped over a lump in the sand and fell. Still clutching to her book with one hand, she reached out for the ground below with the other attempting to try and stop her fall. Instead her arm was pushed out in front of her and she slid inches away from the strange cube, and her fingertips brushed gently against it. A stange surge of energy painfuly raced though her body, and blackness consumed the world around her. Her last thoughs where why am I always so clumsy?
Just when it felt that she'd be trapped within the darkness forever something wet hit her in the face, and pulled her back into reality. She opened her eyes to find that the people she'd witnessed falling out had come to, and the block from before was gone.
After abosorbing all that was going on she remembered that she'd had her book with her when she'd fallen. Franticaly she started to hunt it down, and when she couldn't find it she began to panic even more. "Oh, no! what should I do? I need my book!" She thought to herself scanning the ground around her.
ask one of these people standing here with you silly. someone might have picked it up by now. You have been out of it for a while after all. A strange voice rang in her head spooking her into falling backwards on her rump.
"Oh, no, now I'm going crazy! I have an extra voice in my head! What did that block do to me? Are those other people crazy now too?" She thought to herself.
Beats me, I just got here, and I don't know how to fix it. SO we're kinda stuck with each other. The rung in her head.
"Stuck with each other? There is no you! You are a figment of my imagenation that my brain has made up in responce to some sort of trama! I must have gotten a concusion when I fell. Yeah that's it! I hit my head! Good that means I'm not crazy after all. I just need to rest this off." She was still thinking to herself while scilently sitting where she'd fallen. Still unnoticed by anyone else. Which was something she was used to.
Eh, whatever helps you sleep at night. Now quit trying to reason over why I'm here and ask some one about that book. You can use it as an excusse to figure out what exactly is going on here. the voice sounded a bit annoyed with her.
"Fine, if it will make you leave me alone I'll do it!" She told the voice, thinking that she could get rid of it by pretending to accept it being there in the first place. Cautiously she stepped up to the group and spoke.
uh, I hate to interupt you uh, but I had this book with me, and now I can't seem to find it. Did any of you see it or maybe pick it up by any chance? She asked shyly.
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