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Day 266

[makedown]

[There is a boat. There is a dock. There are a bunch of boxes that may or may not be meant to be loaded on the boat. There is no one around because it's lunchtime.

And there is this girl with a backpack, a tote bag, a waist bag, and a small suitcase. She's wearing high platform shoes and a brown wig and fancy sunglasses.

She's clearly hiding, as she tries to figure out if she fits inside a box.

...actually she's kicking the box because it's too high for her to get in so she can't even figure out if this is doable DAMN IT]

Re: Day 266

[epimone]

What are you doing?

1/2

[makedown]

[JUMPS !!!!!!!!!!!]

I'm sorry my foot slipped please pretend you didn't see—

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[makedown]

Mr. Dokjaebi!

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[epimone]

... WORLDMAKER.

1/?

[makedown]

[please wait a moment no one has ever called her that to her face]

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[makedown]

[NO WAIT THIS IS PART OF THE PROBLEM]

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[makedown]

[no wait he understands the problem]

done

[makedown]

[and they hear people talking! blah blah blah little miss blah blah can't be here blah blah waste of time

catherine is now hiding behind the box]

[plotdevised]

[watches her]

[makedown]

[blah blah blah why hide rich people are crazy lol anyway it stinks here let's head back

meanwhile catherine pulls back suitcase back behind the box and that makes a noise so now these men are looking at LE DEUTERAGONIST]

Hey! Have you seen a girl around here? She's around this height. Her parents are looking for her.

[epimone]

[immediately starts emanating a DEADLY AURA, looking at them like they're worms and how dare they even try to speak to him]

[makedown]

[oooooookay it's all cool bro just send her our way if you see her. we'll be around

and then they walk away like, nahhhhhhhhhh she can't be there. not even that girl is dumb enough to come here lol. but we still gotta look for her. i had plans for today dammit

the girl herself: masks down, in legitimately upset territory for the next few seconds]

[epimone]

They're gone.

Now answer my question.

[makedown]

I tried to get out of the city but they're everywhere you have to hide me please I'll be your community manager for a month but I can't stay here can you sneak me in I can probably fit inside your suitcase if I try I'm small I don't weigh much

[epimone]

Why are you hiding?

[makedown]

[sighs, sits down on the floor with her back resting on the box]

Because I have to.

[epimone]

Do you want help, or not?

[makedown]

I need help. I asked for help.

[epimone]

Explain why you need it.

[makedown]

[hugs her legs closer to herself and doesn't speak right away]

I don't want to make this into a big sob story. I don't care for those. But if they take me back, my life won't be mine anymore. It'll be my mother's.

[epimone]

How so?

[makedown]

She controlled my phone, my computers, the people I spoke to, the things I said, the clothes I wore, the food I ate. I was only allowed to study business or marketing so I could continue to work in my family's company. My hobbies had to be related to things she liked or she shut them all down. She even chose my shampoo. It had to be ketchup instead of mayonnaise. Shoes without shoe laces. Pastel colors. Light make-up at all times. Professional manicure. There was a list of prohibited words and expressions. She had her personal assistant manage my schedule and check in on me constantly.

[epimone]

[listening. he remains quiet after she says all that, considering.

he glances at the vessel.]

If you board the D.V. Dream Drift, your life will belong to somebody else, as well.

[makedown]

No one has told me anything about being micromanaged.