[It's a beautiful morning in Luceti. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and there's a small dot hurtling down from the sky which is neither bird nor plane.
The "dot" slams into a large oak tree near the centre of the village, whose branches groan in pain as they bend to absorb the energy of the landing, then fling her back up into the air. Now
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Whoah, hey, are you okay?
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So he runs over to the tree, arriving just in time for the UFO to settle on the branch.]
...Uhh...
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P-Pascal?!
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Whatcha up to?
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Just hanging around?
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And when it's finally over and Pascal's just hanging there, Sophie speaks, while looking up at her. ]
... Pascal?
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You're okay! Yaytastic!
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But-- ] ... Is Pascal okay?
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His eyes widen and he makes a slight, unintelligible sound from the shock. The journal resting on his palms slips from one hand and dangles off of the other. The bloomers -- he doesn't mean to stare.
. . . It is incredibly difficult to look away.]
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[Well, that would explain why the "owie" sounded exceedingly familiar. His cheeks and ears feel hot. He snaps the journal shut and lowers his head, keeping his glasses in place with his free hand. He can't bear to watch anymore.]
Just what exactly are you doing!?
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