mallow_logs | a welcome;

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: Welcoming in the new members to Mallow Hallow
Where: Everywhere!
When: March 2nd.

[ Once everyone’s settled in their particular districts, no doubt thousands of questions running between each individual mind, there’s an announcement. Not over the devices, but rather in speakers all over each and every district. A familiar voice should ring out—you did, after all, hear the voice of your Queen earlier today. ]

Ahem! Can you hear me? Ah, right then.

Hello loveies! You might recall this particular visage which speaks before you—that is, I am your Queen. Call me Queenie, if you must! I’ve met you all on this particular day, and I find it important to bestow some of my boundless knowledge onto you, sweethearts.

Now! Done with formalities, let’s see where we stand… ah, yes! Might I be the first to welcome you all to Mallow Hallow, our wonderful little country. Not too big, not quite too small either! It’s just lovely, isn’t it? Oh, how all my new babies will love it here! Or—perhaps not. [ She clicks her tongue. ] Either way, it doesn't really matter. You're stuck here for the time, so do try to make the most of it, dears.

Of course, there are our sectors within Mallow Hallow. Six… [ There’s silence for a short moment. ] Yes, there are six, aren’t there..? Well, six different communities you might stem off from! Surely you remember the name from our meeting earlier? If not, I’m sure one of the regular inhabitants of each particular district will assist you in naming your new home!

Live where you’d like, eat what you’d like, do what you’d like! Our homes are now your homes, so please, consider us all a big happy family to you! Remember you can reach me or any of the other rulers of any of the districts, over at our voicemails! [ Somehow, that seems sarcastic… ]

Also, don’t cause any trouble, or I’ll personally end you. [ There it is. ]

I suppose that's all. Well then, bye now, dears! And let the word spread—Mallow Hallow is up and rising once again!

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*Doll had at least gotten to sit upright again, though it was being very delicate about pulling the pillowcase off of where it had wrapped around the shoe's sole, determined as it was to stay caught there. The foot was twisted wrongly -- and as Castiel might be able to tell from the sad look in its face, wincing as it did this, it probably did hurt. It wasn't sparing its attention to answer his question directly, but still, his expectations seemed to be being proven wrong.*

*Of course, Castiel could probably see right through the pants leg, and the sock and shoe which were between him and the "plastic" that formed the Shadow-creature, and even if he couldn't, it wouldn't be hard to tug at least the cloth out of the way without further pain or injury. It looked like the ball joint of its ankle had been twisted a little too far, was all. There weren't any cracks to speak of, just white areas where the already-pale plastic had been stressed out.*

*and Doll wasn't sure what to do, now that it had its foot free, but pull the pillow it'd been so happy to find up, to hug it to its chest while it wiped away tears that didn't exist.*

[ The look on Doll's face was enough for Cas to understand how it must have felt. The wince and the way it looked as though it wished to cry was a clear display of discomfort, even though the angel was still undecided on whether there was (or could be) physical pain.

In any case, he thought it best to return Doll to its previous state of happiness.

Cas then extended his arm, again without words to accompany his actions, and pressed his fingertips to the damaged plastic. There was no visual cue to indicate his use of angelic powers, but the result spoke for itself. In the blink of an eye the twist disappeared and the white areas of stressed plastic were no more. ] There. [ He was still not the best at comforting words, but his intentions of being helpful were very clear. ]

*One hand had been brought up to Doll's eyes, wiping at them regardless of the tears not actually existing, while Cas fixed the ankle... and then looked up at him again, back down at the ankle... looked between the two again, and then tried moving that foot a bit, carefully. After a moment, pulled its feet up underneath its small frame, and stood, being gentle to that foot at first, then putting more weight on it again, not that there was much to put on it.*

*a few little experimental movements with it, and by the time it was certain of what'd happened, that ready-to-cry look had given way to surprise and some definite bit of happiness.*

*and then Doll suddenly turned back to Castiel, reaching over... and hugged him. Arms around the angel, face buried against his shoulder, Doll squeezed. Or at least, probably squeezed. Seemed like the big toy was trying to do so, all right; it didn't have any physical strength to speak of, though, so the grip, while clearly an effort for it, was light at best around Castiel's much stronger human body. But it was the sentiment that counted, wasn't it?*

a welcome;

If it'd work out. :3 If not, Doll'll fix itself by forgetting about it later, lmfao

okay /o/ also sob sorry i've been slow, been working on a project all week boo

pfff, s'okay. I'm a slowtagger anyway. :)