asobouyo: (Kitty! — OMGGGGGGG)
[Elicia had been planning to make a post out of curiosity for what was happening around her, but... looks like she's gotten struck with experiment fever as well.]

Papa, papa!!

[The screen is black, and behind that quiet but familiar cry is a 'mew!' of worry. The journal shifts and then turns up entirely, knocked off whatever it had been perched on, to show a fuzzy ear and most of Elicia's room... which is followed by a fuzzy kitten face. Is that the edge of a dress on its head? It most certainly is.]


Papa, I'm tiny! [meuuw!] I didn't do anything, promise! But I'm really tiny!

...I have paws!

[She would find this exciting, if not for the fact that... well, it's harder to move around as a kitten than anyone would think. She's wobbling and swaying and side-stepping all over the place.]


[ooc: replies coming from [livejournal.com profile] asobou_kitten and [livejournal.com profile] asobou_kitty ]
asobouyo: (Terror)
[Elicia's sitting curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled up close to her head, looking a little worried. Because lord, it's a scary world out there right now, what with this fog and all that.]

It's getting really scary outside... A-and there are voices! I hope they're okay....!

[She stops abruptly, listening and suddenly hearing—w-was it?! It sounded just like her, and she was calling for help—The journal falls off the couch face down, and the audio continues on as her footsteps pitter-pattered further and further off. She couldn't just leave mama out there! She sounded so scared...!]

Mama!! Mama's in the fog! Somebody help her—she's screaming—!!

[And the front door of the apartment hits the wall loudly on her way out.]




[ooc: papa will stop her, don't worry! All video replies are dated for a little bit later in-gamewise; if your character wants to come in a little later, they can see the other replies Elicia gave some people. <:^)]
asobouyo: (No fair.)
[Elicia is totally grown-up. I mean, she's five whole years old! And as such, she of course needed her own room with her own little bed. One little issue: she doesn't quite enjoy the heavy rain and thunderstorm outside. She has made a resolute promise to herself that she wouldn't run like a bat out of hell into her father's room, even if the noises and colors scare her silly. And like all little kids, she doesn't realize that promises like these are silly, because that's what papas are for anyway, right?

The journal opens quietly as she hides under her blankets in her sleeping gown, frowning into her hands.

And yes, it's about 1 in the morning. Some of you must be up, right?]


When you're scared, what do you do to make it all better?

[She makes a squeaky noise when another loud boom of lightning flashes.]

I-I mean, if someone is scared... and stuff...

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