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[treefetish]

[Upon having noticed that she had somehow gained the ability to phase through solid objects, Audrey had done what any teenager would do: stick her hand through absolutely everything

This is how she ended up in front of someone's house with her arm stuck through a now-solidified mailbox. She does not look nearly as concerned as she should be.]

Comments

[noluckduck]

[This is a weird, weird day and Clover is starting to think maybe she should just go home and stay there. When she sees Audrey, though, she can't help herself from stopping.

And staring.]

... You ok?

[treefetish]

Yeah, I'm fine!

[the part of her hand sticking through the other side of the mailbox gives a little wave!]

[noluckduck]

Y'know, this bein' Mayfield, I'm kinda surprised ya didn't just get your hand chopped off...

[treefetish]

It's still attached! I just can't really get it out...

[noluckduck]

I get that, but it's still pretty damn freaky. You're too calm about this!

[treefetish]

Well, it'll turn back to normal eventually, right?

[noluckduck]

What if it doesn't?

[treefetish]

... Then I'll have to walk around with a mailbox on my arm forever.

[STILL WAY TOO CALM]

[noluckduck]

[W... ow...]

... Ya sure ya don't need any help? I mean, nobody's gonna miss one little mailbox...

[micronation]

Sealand isn't responsible if your arm gets cut off when the mailbox is solid again.

[He's poking it too, though. Or poking his through it.]

[treefetish]

Sealand shouldn't worry; I'm sure it won't do it so--

[whoops there it goes

stuck up to the elbow in a mailbox

this is her life]

[micronation]

Uaaagh now you're stuck here forever! Don't lose your arm I don't want to pull it out!

[Sealand's sleeve is actually also caught in the mailbox but he hasn't really noticed yet.]

[treefetish]

It won't stay like this forever, don't worry! [and then she notices the sleeve, but she doesn't want to worry the kid... but she probably will anyway] Um, your sleeve...?

[micronation]

What if it does and-- Huh? [Well, she has at least distracted him from coming up with some awful story in which she ends up becoming Mailbox Arm Woman for the rest of her life.

But only so he can freak out and start flailing, rattling the mailbox in his panic.]

Sealand doesn't want to be Mailboxland!

[treefetish]

[OH WOW THAT ACTUALLY REALLY HURTS DON'T BREAK HER ARM]

Sealand, calm down! It's just your shirt!

[micronation]

[Sealand calms down at least enough to stop yanking on the mailbox, instead looking at it.]

...Well it still can't have my shirt. [He sounds less afraid and more grumpy.]

[treefetish]

Maybe if you ask nicely, it'll give you your shirt back.

[micronation]

But it's a mailbox. [On the other hand, it's a Mayfield mailbox. Sealand frowns at it.] Give me my shirt back! [He smacks it with his other hand to make the serious nature of this demand clear.]

[treefetish]

That... wasn't exactly "nicely," but you're halfway there!

[micronation]

[Giving her a look, giving the mailbox a look, and then trying--in a strained, childish, "fine but I'm only apologizing because you made me" sort of tone.]

Please give Sealand his sleeve back.

[treefetish]

Good!

[staring expectantly at the mailbox

come on mailbox she's trying to teach a moral here]

[micronation]

[Staring at the mailbox.

Staring.

S t a r i n g . . .]

It's not working.

[treefetish]

Um... Give it a little more time?

[micronation]

[Staring the mailbox down.] The mailbox should hurry up.

[Pause.]

Please.

[treefetish]

[Pause.

Wiggles her arm a bit.]

... Okay, I don't think politeness is going to work here, maybe.

[micronation]

We could cut the mailbox up. [That wouldn't be potentially limb-threatening at all.]

[treefetish]

Um, the mailbox is kind of mostly my arm right now, so I'm going to have to pass on that idea.

[micronation]

Well we'd cut around you arm.

[photonicfighter]

[Dakki's participating in some much more concerned-looking staring. Who was this girl and why was her arm in the mailbox?]

Are you alright? That... is that uncomfortable?

[treefetish]

Not really!... Okay, maybe just a little bit. Or a lot. I can't really feel my fingers, so I guess that's uncomfortable...

[photonicfighter]

You can't feel your fingers!? [That didn't calm her down at all. That just made her more concerned.]

Can you move them? Is there that, at least?! Oh dear...

[grumpiest_tree]

[Groot has come out for the mail. Except something is blocking it.]

...Excuse me, why is your hand in my mailbox? Last I check, that is a crime, is it not?