[voice/action]

[implanta]

Urrgh, I think that last experiment made me sick. I think it was the teleporting and then being... something I shouldn't be. But thank you, all the same, to those that helped me when I was a child. But now, what's the best way to start feeling better?

[She knows that something isn't right, at least.

Upon any suggestion, she might be seen at Seventh Heaven grabbing some soup, and then to the tea house for tea.

She'll be looking more drunk, stumbling home. Being feverish while out and about does that to a person. There may or may not be a trip into the fountain to cool down!]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Personally, I'd recommend tea, but if you're feeling sick you should see a doctor.

[She might recognize the voice as a certain birdie, despite the very pineapple human man in the picture.]

[implanta]

[...yeah that voice sounds reeeeeal familiar. :|a]

I was going to get some, actually. ...have we met?

[fierybluebird]

Perhaps. I do have one of those faces though. The kind that everyone seems to recognize and no one can place. [Except not really.]

[implanta]

You sound familiar. Like someone I spoke to a few months ago.

[She'll be thinking on it, most definitely.]

[fierybluebird]

[He's so tempted to keep this going and leave her in the dark, but it seems a little extra cruel since she's sick.] Well, the name's Marco, if that rings a bell.

[implanta]

...the bird? As in, that bird that brought me food when I was trying to bring the barrier down?!

[fierybluebird]

Aye, that was me.

[He says, despite still looking human. Or at least as much as a pineapple-headed man can.]

[implanta]

But... but you're not a bird!

[At least not right now.]

[fierybluebird]

How rude! Of course I am!

[Just to fuck with her head... he switches into a bird at some random point when she blinks.]

SO LATE ;;

[implanta]

...! B...bu you weren't just a second ago!

/is also late so no worries!

[fierybluebird]

I'm always a bird, miss.