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Who: Tinker Bell & Shizuka Domeki
What: Experimentation!
When: Sometime after waking up, pro'lly mid morning based off of Tink's internal clock, though it's impossible to tell at this point
Where: A sealed cell with no windows, no doors, and water slowly leaking in
Rating: TBD, though possibly PG-13 for Tink's trucker tongue
Status: Active


Having gone to bed on top of a crumbling slab of granite in the middle of a graveyard, a wooden bench was far more comfortable for a fairy to be sleeping on. The tiny woman, whose hair was platinum blond and down today, sat up slowly, her transparent wings glittering and trembling a bit. A faint glow began to form around her body, a bluish white in color. Groggy, sore, and wondering why it wasn't as bright as it should have been, she reached out and felt stone beneath her hand. Ah, she must have fallen off the stone in the middle of the night. That was odd. But then she felt water running down it, yet none was falling on her head. Odd rain? No, she'd never known it to rain like that before. Still, at least it wasn't freezing out; it was a little cold, though. Maybe she'd get ready to go find the Martha. That sounded like a great idea. She was not as distressed and disheartened as she had been the day before...until her eyes were completely opened.

Blinking a few times, she looked around, gasped in a breath, and then let out a scream. Though she was tiny, she was as loud as a normal woman in a state of panic. Her aura flashed several different colors, from sorrow blue, to embarrassment pink, to golden happiness, and finally settling upon enraged red. She shot up into the air, flying around the cell for a few moments, before she realized that there was, absolutely, no way out. She let out a few incoherent squeaks, trying to gather her thoughts, but no real stroke of genius was coming. She was mad, unbelievably mad, and she had no way to express it.

Impulsive, she noticed the sleeping man on another bench. Bold as brass, Tinker Bell flew over to him and stood on his chest, all five inches of her looking rather imposing. Her hands were on her hips, her blond hair slightly damp and stringy from the moisture in the room. She looked down at the water, which was not very high, and was not rising, not like the water when the tide came in at the Mermaid Lagoon in the Neverland.

"And what do you think you're on to?" she cried, poking the sleeping man. "This is the second time I've woken up somewhere unfortunate with a stranger! You're not the Martha. Who are you, and why am I in this inescapable room?" Her body provided faint illumination, casting a red glow about the walls of the small cell. "A cage, for one such as me, is one of the worst fates possible! Tell me, why have you brought me here?" Her big, blue eyes remained locked upon him, waiting for him to give her sufficient answer.