[All right, so Natalie has no idea where she is, but she can be calm. Right? Maybe? All she knows is that she's got a lot of questions.]
Uh...hi. [She waves halfheartedly.] This is probably, like, the most obvious question ever, but why am I in some sort of weird fairytale? I mean, Wonderland? Kind of lame, right?
[Natalie sighs, clearly frustrated.]
I just need to get out of here. Sorry. I mean, not sorry, but I also hate complaining, so.
[ b: action: the music room ]
Natalie's been here a day and a half and already, she's found a favorite spot. She sort of stumbled upon the piano by accident--she was looking for a way out of this place (yet again)--and when she saw the music room, she couldn't help but feel a little more at home.
Currently, she's sitting at the piano, letting her fingers run over the black and white keys that look so clean and shiny--not at all like the keyboard she had to practice on at school back home. It reminds her that she has something she's good at, even if right now, she feels more confused than ever.
Natalie sighs contentedly and begins to play, making up a tune as she goes. Hey, it's like...jazz, right? Henry would be proud, is what she tells herself, as it starts to resemble a coherent melody.
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[All right, so Natalie has no idea where she is, but she can be calm. Right? Maybe? All she knows is that she's got a lot of questions.]
Uh...hi. [She waves halfheartedly.] This is probably, like, the most obvious question ever, but why am I in some sort of weird fairytale? I mean, Wonderland? Kind of lame, right?
[Natalie sighs, clearly frustrated.]
I just need to get out of here. Sorry. I mean, not sorry, but I also hate complaining, so.
[ b: action: the music room ]
Natalie's been here a day and a half and already, she's found a favorite spot. She sort of stumbled upon the piano by accident--she was looking for a way out of this place (yet again)--and when she saw the music room, she couldn't help but feel a little more at home.
Currently, she's sitting at the piano, letting her fingers run over the black and white keys that look so clean and shiny--not at all like the keyboard she had to practice on at school back home. It reminds her that she has something she's good at, even if right now, she feels more confused than ever.
Natalie sighs contentedly and begins to play, making up a tune as she goes. Hey, it's like...jazz, right? Henry would be proud, is what she tells herself, as it starts to resemble a coherent melody.