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[Cloche woke up this morning, trying to figure out what was going on. She was ok with apparently being stuck in her room for the day. She's been to the library anyway, and she's got some books stockpiled.

It's now night and she's completely lost her mind. To her, she has no door out of this "tower", and she's trapped. Or she thinks. Cloche has opened the window to her room, is looking around frantically every so often yelling for help, and she can be seen pacing around, looking very much freaked out. Yes, Rapunzel is stuck and her hair ain't long enough to climb up.]

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[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[Aaand skidding to a stop.]

Cloche? What's up?

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

I'm trapped. [SADFACE.] Where are you going with that sword?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Well I was going after that thief to get the satchel back, but...

[Eheheh.]

Then I remembered that she's not really a thief, and I'm definitely not a palace horse.

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

[Dash is talking weird. Palace horse? What?]

Who isn't really a thief?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Some girl with red hair who's dressed like a dude. I didn't catch her name.

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

Strange... but she isn't one? How do you know that?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Because we were both acting pretty weird. I thought she was some wanted thief, and she acted just like one. I think everyone's acting like something out of a pony's tale.

[She shrugs.]

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

[...sort of a moment.] I think you're right, but...

It doesn't feel like it?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Nah, I hear ya. It almost feels right, and I kinda have to fight it in order to stop like this.

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

Well, if you have a duty to do... [;; you can leave, Dashie. But Cloche will ENVY you because you can fly and she can't. And you're keeping her company and it's so nice to be able to talk to someone.]

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Hey, my 'duty' can wait.

[She shakes her head.]

Right now, it looks like you're having some trouble.

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

[this emote seems appropriate for her mood now: /)*O*(\]

J-just a little, yes.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

You know, I could try and get you outta there.

[Who cares if it goes against the story a little? Dash doesn't always play by the rules.]

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

[CLOCHE WOULD BE OK WITH THIS. It's better than jumping out a window!]

You could? Can you?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Hey, there's no way I'd leave a friend hangin'. Just gimme a sec, and I'll carry you down.

[Here, she'll even get closer to the window.]

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

[Do you like hugs Dash? Cause you're getting one first.] Thank you. I'll... I'll owe you a favour.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

[She's okay with hugs. Gets them from her friends every now and then.

She'll even return the favor, briefly.]

You don't have to. It's fine.

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? I don't want you to be without help if you need it.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll keep it in mind, but really, it's fine.

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

Well all right... [Pauses, thinks.] How will you get me out?

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

I could just carry you down.

[Cloche is too big to ride her, probably, but Dash could... grab her with her front legs or something, maybe.]

[pepepepen.livejournal.com]

Maybe... I don't want to hurt you though.

[wannabolt.livejournal.com]

Hey, if I can handle a crash landing from hitting the barrier, I think I'll be okay.