pen_is_wow
Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:
an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.
an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.
pen_is_wow
"Here is locked, look like house door I guess. Other side bar door. Supposed going home but not."
pen_is_wow
"Yeah. But not getting doors whenever wanting unless a Jarvis, or Shell Bell. Usually going by Jane! But no Jane this world, checked."
"And you came through the door to someone else's world--our world--by mistake. Alright. I know no one who works here has found this place, since this is specifically the place where weird stuff even by our standards accumulates, but maybe there's something else. If you saw the house again, would you recognize it? I might be able to talk to the owner to see if they can help."
pen_is_wow
"Could find house but door not there now. Gone, closed. Meaning whoever find bar from there? See if getting many doors?"
Gloria goes out into the hall and knocks on another door.
"Yes?" calls a voice from inside.
"Can you cover for me? Someone found a lost kid with really unusual circumstances and I need to try to help her get home."
"Only you, Gloria. Fine, just let me finish this thing, I'll be half a minute."
"Of course!" Gloria says, and offers Pen her hand. "It's a bit crowded in the main room, and it wouldn't be the best idea to be separated."
"Yes?" calls a voice from inside.
"Can you cover for me? Someone found a lost kid with really unusual circumstances and I need to try to help her get home."
"Only you, Gloria. Fine, just let me finish this thing, I'll be half a minute."
"Of course!" Gloria says, and offers Pen her hand. "It's a bit crowded in the main room, and it wouldn't be the best idea to be separated."