Not A Toy 066

The sound of Maisie's screams and protests went from echoing in the large room above, to being muted - bouncing around the purse's walls. Jenna stepped aside as the graduate hurtled towards her. The youngest of the three landed heavily against the water bottle with a grunt, her side pressed against the edge of the phone - gracelessly she tumbled until she lay in a folded heap. She let out a moan of pain and discomfort, her body propped up against something cylindrical, although she couldn't tell what.

Jenna looked wide eyed at the crumpled graduate, before her eyes snapped to a voice high above them. 

It was Sophie. "Finally! All accounted for - honestly, you'd think you two want to stay like this. Now stay right there and don't move..."

Jenna interrupted her, staring up at the towering woman with barely contained loathing. "Hey! Let us out of here! "

"I've just got one last thing to take care of..."

Jenna couldn't believe it. That redheaded woman hadn't even acknowledged she was speaking, she barely reacted to even being cut off! In that moment, the disgruntled teacher felt even smaller than she actually was. All she could do was watch the stranger rise and walk out of sight.

A groan shook Jenna from her frustration. Maisie was angry, scared and tired. This was the fourth time she had fallen from a not insignificant height today! Her body ached, but she didn't think she was seriously injured from her unceremonious drop. She raised her head, a sting of pain danced across her back side as she moved - she'd be fine, but when she got back to her full size she quietly told herself she'd never arrive early to anything ever again.

As the newly trapped woman took in her surroundings, she couldn't parse the environment around her. What was this smooth surface her legs were propped against, and the strange tube it rested against and just... what was she sitting on?

"Are... are you okay?" Came Jenna's voice, it was a question although it didn't carry overtly compassionate tones - there was almost an impatience in it.

Maisie looked to the teacher. The last time she had seen her she was positively tiny, having been shrunk on a whim. The graduate remembered how small Jenna had looked, less than half the size Maisie had been before her own reduction but... as she looked at the older woman, she didn't look nearly as small. That only caused Maisie to groan again as she reached the only likely conclusion.

Jenna's new 'cellmate' pried her legs from their awkward position, and shifted her arms to try and find some purchase with which she could stand.

"No, I'm not 'alright'..." Came Maisie's reply as she struggled to stand. Her irritation compounded as her thigh dragged along that strange smooth surface and it suddenly sprung to life, flashing a time, the day and... it was a phone!

Maisie's brow furrowed, her exhausted mind reminding herself she was now inside a woman's bag. She was propped against a phone that lay against a water bottle, and with a downward glance she saw that she was sitting on mascara! 

Maisie swung her legs down from the phone, but as she did she could feel the objects within the bag shuffle and move at her slightest shifting.

Jenna watched as Maisie tried to peel herself from her awkward positioning. She clearly had gotten herself shrunk by that absurd device. The younger girl's response to her question had been petulant, and it stirred something within the teacher.

"So, do you still think we should trust her...?" The older woman asked bitingly.