savetheearth | Thirteen Jewels: A Lucky Number! [Action and Audio | Cell Phone (4/1); Video

Everyone's secrets - the game-changing ones, that is - have had their lids torn off.

Cinderella's existence as, indeed, a talking real-live unicorn and a representative of Locke's apparent population of inexplicable oddball entities is at this point one of those secrets.

Why in fact, getting her start in strutting her stuff ought to be doing her part to an extent in getting the rest of the world properly acclimated to their kind hanging about!

Thus she's been preparing the past week for her first ever real, no-pressure, no-head-down field trip of sorts. She's got the strap of a purse around her neck, with a few bills of "allowance" and an old phone of Mrs. Bell's, which has a baby pink case bedazzled with a pattern she wouldn't have chosen herself but that leaves it looking much less drab than it would've looked with none at all, and has gone trotting down Saffron Way and into the somewat-more-business-doing zones of the neighborhood.

She's had a couple landmarks pointed out to her, and she's turning heads, predictably enough, while she makes her way between them, but she shall find her way around - she cant race her way back to the Bell house, if all else fails.

First stop's a local garden park.

Next stop is a local hat and accessories shop which she's been told she might like, if the jewels she's pulsed appeal to the part of her that's decidedly her and not so-to-speak channeling her "other" - she'll probably do a little trot around that area - it's got a fountain. Might make a wish or two, for the novelty of it, if she purchases herself a little something and is left with the needed coins in change.

By then it'll be just about lunchtime, and she's got the name of a tea-and-coffee-and-sweets place down in her head. From there, she's settle down and play it by ear.

[Cinderella is screaming into a speaker.

Not neighing - screaming all but operatically.]

This is a disaster! HELP! He-e-elp, somebody HELP!

[Whinnying "EEK!" and a kick - quick crack of hooves against wood? Plastic? Something - picks up quick and fervent:]

April Fool's, the joke is most certainly on me for taking my first Sunday outing in all my life today and now it's OVER!

[A rising "Aaaah - !" and "Don't you dare!" Picks up again with a hysterical shake.]

I must call the police -- NO-O-O, not the police! Not the police, silly me! Remind me - 9-1-1, that's what you call for help. Right?

[Another shriek.]

Don't remind me! I'm calling 9-1-1! Aaaack, I said don't you DARE!

[Which ends that call. She's out to make another.

She'll check her messages, fear thee not - but it'll not be immediate.]

[Yesterday's call had been in regards to a brush with a brush, in fact - but this morning, she'd found herself wasting no time on bringing out the mirror kept in a shed in the pasture and setting it up in her stable, the way she'd done with her telekinesis display.

A marker's held floating in front of the surface of the feed when it comes on. Cinderella's there almost dead front and center.

Her mane looks good - full, the length it'd been before yesterday's li'l fit, and a deep indigo purple.

She tilts her head up a bit. Shakes it out. And speaks. There's a mixed and twisted-tight knot in her tone.]

Well, it... seems that I blew that spot of trouble I got into yesterday out of proportion.

[Whether her tone sounds more embarrassed or audibly smirking can go either way - she's embarrassed over yesterday's lack of grace (and, frankly, yesterday in itself), but this is not an unpleasant surprise. An unprecedented one, of course, but - air dips just a mite further into the puffed-up side.]

It's a look... Isn't it? I wouldn't have exactly thought purple for myself! But I thiiink I can - get used to seeing it like this.

[Inflated:] Assuming it's permanent!

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[Man. Miranda liked Cinderella, if mostly because she wasn't human, and therefore was easier to trust. The unicorn being in trouble was bad news.]

What happened?

[No more than twenty minutes later.

It sounds far less as if Cinderella's in any direct fix. She's not in one now, after all.

With the same through-a-speaker quality as before, and no less keenly and emphatically unhappy:]

Something dreadful!

[Forces it to lightness.] I'm not hurt! For the record. I'll just -- need some time! For my hair to grow back. That will only be some time, will it not? How long does it take hair to grow back - surely you would know human hair!

Well, not offhand, but I'll look it up.

[Shortly thereafter:]

Human hair grows about six inches a year, but I'm not sure whether or not that would apply to you.

[ Well, that's disconcerting, to say the least. ]

What's happening?

PURPLE? OUTRAGEOUS! That's a GRAND color!

But what HAPPENED yesterday?

You know, it's a bit strange, but I think it fits you just fine.

[He laughs, nervously.]

Guess we all get one of those color-changing echoes sooner or later, huh?

Edited 2014-04-01 01:17 (UTC)

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