[Three days into the mingle]

[mytearsaremine]

[There's a new voice piping up on the psychic network, a nervous and stressed-sounding voice. One who has spoken up on the network before, though at least this time she isn't screaming.]

I'm stuck. I'm stuck in liminal space. I-- I don't know how to get out and there's this awful music and I keep sinking in the water or whatever it is and can someone come and get me? Please?

[Guess what. Jolie is back from being torn apart by a Stricken, and she still doesn't know how to make portals. She may also kind of sound like she might be trying not to cry. Oops.]

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[mytearsaremine]

No idea, but I'll look for it.

[And she'll start tromping across the not-quite-water, hugging one arm and with her tentacles restless but keeping close to her back and shoulders. Imri will probably find her before she makes it to the Workshop doors, but she'll be nearly there.]

[tobegood]

[Imri dows indeed find her before she makes it, running across the ooblek himself - he pauses uncertainly at the sight of her tentacles, but only for a moment, before he runs up to her and takes her hand, tugging in the direction of the workshop.]

Come on, it's this way! [He's shouting a little to be heard over the sound of the storm and the discordant music notes.]

[mytearsaremine]

[Hand-grabbing was unexpected, but he's just a kid (says the lofty almost-fifteen-year-old), so she lets him, and lets him pull her along in the right direction.]

Okay! Uh, I'm Jolie. By the way.