A Question of Changes [A couple days into liminal]

[mytearsaremine]

Uh, hi. I'm Jolie. And I'm not screaming at you all this time. Sorry about that. I was just kind of scared and stuff, and didn't know what I was doing, since I'd kind of just showed up and all. But now I do, so no more yelling.

Only now I kind of have a question? And I wanted to ask as many of you as possible, so I guess I'm doing it here, and like this, even if it's kind of creepy still that people talk in my head. But it's not a bad talking in my head, and everybody says you can't do anything to me with it, so I'd better get used to it, right? And no better way to get used to something than to do it.

So anyway, the question, right. Do these Trump guys ever... change what you were before you got here? Like, your abilities or appearance or something? Besides the mark things. I've seen a couple of those. I mean like other things.

Has that happened to anybody?

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[mytearsaremine]

[That does kind of imply that he could have found her without her telling him anything. Which makes her curious. Still, she did offer:]

I'm on the fake river thing, but I can get off over by the rope to the waterslide island, I'm not far from it. That'll be easier to find.

[solvethepuzzle]

[He doesn't mind inspiring a bit of curiosity, really.]

Very well, then. I will see you shortly.

[mytearsaremine]

Okay.

[And she'll be at the pole for the zip-line, as promised, only still in the water, one tentacle stretched out to anchor her to shore while she continues to lay on her inner tube. Or they can meet up over here if we like logs more than action spam.]

[solvethepuzzle]

[She's simple enough to find, the sense Psychic Detection gives him still a help despite her directions. His steps are quiet, owed to the fact that he only winds up having shoes on Jaunts; sock feet are almost silent.

[The outstretched tentacle catches his attention immediately, but no visible reaction beyond looking at it reaches his face. From all appearances, it wouldn't be amiss to guess that he is around the same age as she is, for all that it isn't true.]

Jolie. [Simple, crisp, the inclination that he's the one she'd agreed to meet.]

[mytearsaremine]

[The tube spins lazily towards him, and she lifts up a hand to wave. Another tentacle, too. From the looks of it, she has like six of them. Oh, and her eyes glow, too, though it's harder to see in the bright, suffused light of liminal space, right now.

Also dressed in a black swimsuit with a cute little skull on one hip, sporting a pink bow at the temple. Just in case you were doubting that she's actually fourteen.]

Near, right? The head-voice is the same.