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Magabelle, as she read the result, squinted the further it got, and stopping at the end of the second paragraph. This... had nothing to do with clocks...? Looking up at the search bar revealed that her search query was completely different to her intention as well. But maybe it was her...

...Weird. Was her clock broken? Magabelle stared at it for a few moments, trying to figure it out. And, when she couldn't, she figured the internet would have an answer to the problem, right? She went to the search bar of her web browser to type the question she wanted to be answered. What to...

It was dark. But it was also cramped. Though the carpet was comfortable to lay on, it was also apparent that a bedframe was inches from her nose. So she rolled back out from under it and opened and closed the mirror a few times more. Magabelle held the compact in front of her face to avoid...

Mag stared into the empty reflection before her. Or was it empty? It still had the floor in it. Did it still have the bed in it? It probably still had the bed in it. She smiled slightly and resolved to figure this out. Where was she, could she make herself appear? She tried opening and closing...

Magabelle stared ahead of her, somewhat blankly, focusing on the individual fluffy bulbs of the carpet. Her room... no windows... no doors... another glance waa cast at the thing under her bed, and to her laptop, and to her shelf, and to where there was no door but never to the ceiling...

...Huh? Throughout the walk that lead her to this room, Magabelle had been, mostly, disregarding how unnatural everything felt. But when she heard that last statement--from... the book?--she couldn't help but reel slightly. What... was going on? She shined the flashlight behind her and through...

Magabelle held her fingers to her mouth as she assessed the current situation. Regret bit at her and One's resistance and now despondence didn't help at all; breathing onto her fingers, she realised that they were most likely... entirely lost, too. She'd have to find another one of those kettle...

Magabelle could only grit her teeth. All this damn trouble for one thing... she glanced between One and Bethany's fight, standing still as she decided what to do. Were she alone, she'd help Bethany fight. But One was with her...! "Cod..." she breathed, then grabbed One's hand. "Come on, One!"...

Magabelle was started into 'flee mode' and flicked her eyes between each path she could go--without much time to think, she acted on the only thought that occured, the path would be easier to track, and began running into the empty landscape, assuming One and Bethany followed. Go The Not-Path

Magabelle squinted at the window-hole, trying to confirm what she saw, but quickly gave up. What was this place? Some kind of outpost or something...? She looked the mesh fence up and down, then looked to Bethany. "What's this?" Talk: Bethany

Octo Valley. Finally, another step in the right direction. Alga was going to be around here somewhere, she'd better be... She inhaled sharply as Bethany asked for her next steps. As Magabelle thought about it, it dawned in her how large Octo Valley would be. It was a whole country, wasn't it...

Magabelle glanced at One after Bethany made her request. "Okay." She took a moment to sigh before standing up. What would be a good use of her time...? She clearly wouldn't be able to go back to her house, even if she wanted to--which she did, she left her warm clothes there in a rush--so...

Mag held her elbows in front of her and on the table, and the bottom of her palms against her bangs, her hands themselves held in fists. She was mumbling to herself. ...Stupid. Frying bomb. Hadn't even gone as far in as I had last time... Mag took a breath in, paused, then slammed her hands...

Magabelle's stand was more of a scramble, and she didn't even try to silence her breathing. Her eyes flitted around, and more panic set in as the alarm blared in her ears, nearly drowning out One's question. ...People were going to find out they were here from the noise. Because of the stupid...

The plan? Magabelle thought Bethany's somewhat loose plan to be fine--walk in the door, threaten the guy for info, then leave. Maybe she'd be more intimidating if she had four gun. With a somewhat flimsy resolve, she simply began walking to the back of the house and navigating to the back...