attempt number { oo2 } ❋ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ❋ feeling fine i'm feeling patient.

[replenishes]

[ Claire is aged down. To before she knew about her ability. So she's going to be confused, all over again, about her magical life here. ]

Lyle? Lyle! Did you do this? You'd better not have ruined what mom and I are baking!

[ Okay. No response from Lyle. This is a problem. ]

Mom? Dad? Where are you guys? Come on - this isn't funny!

Um -- [ She

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[misery_chic]

Complete hysterical mayhem. The island's gone mad, I tell you. Mad.

[however, she doesn't really sound all that upset! oops.]

[replenishes]

Okay, when did I wind up on an island?

[misery_chic]

... Wow, I guess it's true what they say about the correlation of throwing yourself out of windows of multistory buildings and brain damage.

[replenishes]

Any plans to start like... making sense? Nobody's jumped out of a window.

[misery_chic]

Nobody except you, you mean.

[replenishes]

I haven't jumped out a window.

[misery_chic]

Well, no, not today you haven't.

[replenishes]

Or ever?

[misery_chic]

Um, unless you have an extremely convincing doppelganger, I'm pretty sure you have. I distinctly remember associating your face with a particular feeling of nausea.