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fandomhighdorms2008-11-07 10:21 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening
Alice was incredibly bored. And as such, she was going to wander into her Common Room and see if anyone else had found something interesting to do.
She was not expecting for the furniture to suddenly grow to be twenty, thirty, forty feet tall! No, wait, it was her who had shrunk, the moment she had passed through that doorway.
"I don't recall any bottles," she frowned. She might have remembered that, one would think.
Instead, she gave the doorway a curious eye, and stepped into the hallway once again ... and the world around her shrunk to its normal size, and she was five-feet-eight once more.
"Curiouser and curiouser."
Well. A proper adventure. Alice walked back into the common room and surveyed the gargantuan furniture around her.
"There was a remote around here somewhere," she announced. This was certainly more delightful than being bored.
(OOC: BORED. So welcome to: Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room. Or, more correctly, Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room-Goers. Localized opt-in weirdness. If you come in, you are wee. Once you leave, you are fine again.)
She was not expecting for the furniture to suddenly grow to be twenty, thirty, forty feet tall! No, wait, it was her who had shrunk, the moment she had passed through that doorway.
"I don't recall any bottles," she frowned. She might have remembered that, one would think.
Instead, she gave the doorway a curious eye, and stepped into the hallway once again ... and the world around her shrunk to its normal size, and she was five-feet-eight once more.
"Curiouser and curiouser."
Well. A proper adventure. Alice walked back into the common room and surveyed the gargantuan furniture around her.
"There was a remote around here somewhere," she announced. This was certainly more delightful than being bored.
(OOC: BORED. So welcome to: Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room. Or, more correctly, Honey, I Shrunk the Common Room-Goers. Localized opt-in weirdness. If you come in, you are wee. Once you leave, you are fine again.)
