[Event] Like a real life children's coloring book

Pham Thi Anh Sang

Anh Sang frowned to herself since people who were okay didn't usually have giant robots randomly popping up around them. But there wasn't much she could really say about that, was there? So she just kind of went around the issue for a little bit. "Um, if you say so. Let's go then!" The hospital was actually one of the places that Anh Sang knew the location of because her mommy and daddy had been certain to make her memorize it. It helped when she needed to visit Ha Jung, too.

Instinctively, she tried to call up her disk of light, hopping up a little to where she knew it would be. And then stumbled a few steps forward when it did not appear like it should have. Glancing behind herself in confusion, the girl found that her butterflies now did not even resemble butterflies so much as random scribbles of color, kind of like what somebody might find in a preschooler's coloring book.

Sneezing, Anh Sang glared at the light childishly. The novelty of having her light turning into different shapes was starting to wear off. Intending to try and physically mold the light, she snatched one of the scribbles from the air. As her fingers wrapped around it, the light flashed bright red. A tingling feeling went through her fingers and down to her legs, a sensation that she recognized from that incident with Mister Cunningham and the purple light.

Just a second after realizing this, she let go of the scribble. The moment that she did this was the same moment when she started to sink into the ground. Pass through the ground. Same thing, really! Luckily, it seemed like she had let go at just the right time because Anh Sang found herself in cased in earth up to her waist, instead of being completely buried.

Pham Thi Anh Sang

She braced her hands against the ground and tried to push herself out of the hole. Or whatever this was. Wiggling, the girl thought that she could feel a little of the earth give way. "Uh, I think I can move a little. Not a lot though, ahhhh. This is so weird," she moaned. She wasn't especially surprised by this now, since that incident with the purple light and te-le-por-ta-tion. There. That was the right word, right?

All the while, that butterfly scribble thing hovered innocently above her, flashing colors. Red seemed to be the one that it stopped at the most. Anh Sang glared at it for a few moments before turning back to Sylvia's robot suit. "Um, okay, maybe digging is a good idea." She kind of wanted to ask if Sylvia could just pull her out but ehhhh. It would be really bad if she got accidentally crushed or something.

Pham Thi Anh Sang

As Sylvia's robot thing scratched at the ground on one side of her, Anh Sang used her own hands to try and loosen the dirt on her other side. She tried her best to keep her elbows awkwardly out of the way, and not to squirm too much. It actually was kind of scary to have a giant robot digging right next to her, even though the person inside of it was a nice friend.

In any case, her own hands weren't able to do very much and her attempts to get free only resulted in dirt clumping under her fingernails. Luckily, Sylvia had managed to get a good bit of ground out of the way. Struggling, Anh Sang tried to push herself up and felt some looseness around her hips. "Oh, I think so!" she responded to the older girl's question.

She made a few jumping motions and managed to wiggle out gradually, until the earth was up to only her kneecaps. A really bad sneeze was coming on, though, so she had to stop and wrinkle her nose, trying to either make the feeling go away or just get it over with already.

"Achoo!"

Scribbled butterflies scattered everywhere.

Pham Thi Anh Sang

The girl sneezed against as she popped herself fully out of the hole, brushing some of the dirt off of her clothes as she stood up. "Uh," Anh Sang sniffed a few times, not wanting to wipe her nose with dirty fingers. "I think it's this sickness thing. I tried to go see Ha Jung earlier but the doctors won't let me because, I don't know?"

"This is weird, I don't know why this is happening!" She kicked the ground in frustration, watching the butterflies gather over her head. "And I'm not sick sick like Ha Jung. Maybe it's not the same?" Scowling, Anh Sang waved a hand at her disfigured light, trying to form the shape of an arch. What she got was a jagged, oval that kind of looked like an eye.

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"Ah! You're -a-ahh- out!" The girl managed to resist the urge to sneeze until she had gotten those two words out but after that, she sneezed twice in a row, getting a nasty clump of mucus in her hands. Promptly, she began flicking it off her skin in disgust. I really hate being sick. She still didn't feel that bad but Anh Sang knew that the moment the weird colored stuff started to come out of her throat, that meant she probably had something even if she didn't think so.

"Okay, let's go now, then!" She sneezed again, without the mucus this time, but now with a funny itch in her throat. Since she couldn't tug Sylvia around with her hands all icky, she settled for making her butterflies flock around them, the arrangement being one which would quickly move people along.

Now, she just hoped that she remembered the right way out.