Not A Toy 082

A sigh of relief drifted from the scientist.

For not the first time she cursed her forgetfulness, she had been dangerously close to to letting her prize work get taken by some brat. That said, the two that had clumsily turned themselves into the world's first shrinking human experiments were close to fitting that 'brat' moniker as far as the redhead was concerned. The car went silent, and Sophie stepped free, ensuring there weren't any prying eyes of her neighbours immediately about. She was a bit of a recluse as far as her street was concerned, which suited her fine. Quickly, and without much care for the women within, Sophie reached across the seats and retrieved both her bag and the device that rested on the floor. She considered Nathalie's words as she did so, she figured she would have the weekend to try and formulate some kind of plan, and perhaps her colleague would be able to buy her some additional time. Sophie couldn't deny she had a real chance with the two tiny women in her purse to accrue some valuable data, but time was now a consideration as well...

Within the confines of the purse, Maisie and Jenna heard the car's engine sink away, the vibrations that purred across the car seat finally silenced. The pair looked at each other just as Maisie was crawling from her awkward landing. Jenna was about to speak when suddenly their world was once again became a maelstrom. They were thrashed to one side, just as the solid floor sunk beneath them. The tiny women were cast about, like the everyday objects that surrounded them. They yelped, screamed and yelled as everything flew out out of focus. There was nothing to hold onto to try and steady themselves, as the only things they could reliably grip were thrown about just as they were.

Finally, the chaos came to a stop, as the erratic movements of their captor seemed to still - if only slightly. Maisie and Jenna were breathing heavily, frustrated, humiliated, aching. The pair had both landed on one side of the purse, again in a tangled mess as Jenna looked down and saw Maisie's leg sprawled across her lap, the compact mirror was nearly shoved into her face as the struggling graduate had found herself beneath it.

"Ow." Jenna said, more to announce herself to Maisie's squirming than anything else.

The younger woman's jaw twisted. "Can... can you get this off me?"

"Can you get off me first?" Jenna said, exasperated. As her frustration mounted, her positively tiny dress slid across the surface of the compact mirror and into view. A reminder of both the madness of this scenario, and her state of undress.

Impatience sizzled between the pair as they tried to crawl free from their entangled mess. There world wasn't entirely still, but there was a rhythm to the shaking now, which told the tiny women that their captor was walking...

Then, there was a sound that echoed down into their musty prison, something heavy creaked before a firm 'slam' silenced it. They both realized they were hearing the sound of a door - they must be at this stranger's home! 

The shrunken pair tensed, what was going to happen now?