July 10, 2022

Sparrow starts checking the yard for any herbs she could take. That oaf. That utter buffoon. That FOOL. That STINKY FUCKING BITCH. A net is thrown down on her. And it wraps around her. And goes zapzapzap and stuns her!

"AHHH!" Sparrow falls over. Yeah that's what I thought bitch. Ociela jumps down from a tree and picks up the netted Sparrow and starts a-walkin' away.

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Ociela somehow managed to walk from Mississippi to California in less than ten minutes! She's carrying Sparrow and walks inside the Catacombis building, whistling Pretty Little Angel Eyes by Curtis Lee.

Sparrow is put in a large containment cell that looks like a studio apartment. The door's locked. It's in the same hall as all the Mascots. She has a good view of the Mascots from her door, too! Oh, right, reality anchors, there's no powers. HOWEVER... Sparrow can still access her Domain. Though, she'll be sent right back to Catacombis upon leaving her Domain.

She stands up and glances around. "......well fuck." There's some complimentary mints on the bed of the cell! "HEEELLPPP," Sparrow yells. She stands by the door and cuffs her hands as she keeps yelling, "HEEELLLPPPPP"

A slot opens in the wall. Three happy meals spill out of it.

"Happy meals???...you know what, fine. You think I'm locked in here with you, you're locked here with me, fuckers," Sparrow picks up the happy meals and takes them to the table. Sparrow dumps out the soda and puts the french fries in the cup. She checks the kitchen for any knives. There's butterknives.

"This is going to be rough.." she takes one and heads back to the cup of french fries, taking a deep breath. Sparrow stabs her hand and bleeds on the fries. She puts the knife in the sink. The contents of the cup start sizzling as Sparrow waits. When the sizzling slows to a stop, she picks up the cup and swishes it around some, stirring the contents a bit.