[Abigail is in a bit of a funk to start with. Yes she wanted to help, of course she wanted to help! An owl, asking her for help?! And no one of Raven's magical constructs either? She couldn't say no to it really but just as she was saying, "I wouldn't mind helping but I've got a family and--"

Well, there was no completing that sentence. Instead she was plopped straight into the City Hall Main Chamber, coughing and spluttering and waving frantically at the air to shoo away all the glitter and smoke. With one eye cracked open as she does so her expression is first befuddled and then pissed.]

I told you I have a family! How dare you take me away from my precious Blanche!

[Well and her husband too of course, she loves him but her daughter though.]

[Abigail has managed to calm down, fill out a bunch of paperwork to go back home hopefully and been sent out to try to enjoy herself until the paperwork is submitted. She can only imagine when that will be thought, things like paperwork rarely went off without a hitch in the modern world at least.

For now she's wandered to Minarai High School's end-of-year Sports Day Festival! The nostalgia is intense and at first she's just happy to go through the booths only to come out with a plate of funnel cake and a bright rainbow painted on her left cheek.

Then she happens by the toddlers and children section. The funnel cake is utterly forgotten so she can wash off her hands and go in to coo and look sappy over all the kids.

The eyes! The sweet faces! Abigail's pleased expression in the moment is blinding and it's clear she just adores the kids.]

Look at all of you! Oh gosh this is giving me so many design ideas.

[While Abigail wouldn't say she was exactly fond of insects she certainly can't hate these. Not when the sight of tens of thousands of them makes her freeze in place and watch them with wide eyes.

The first one to land on her does so on one of her long strands of hair. When she reaches to brush it away she brushes against it and feels the quick zing of a feeling and a memory unbidden bubbling to the surface, making her pause again before a warm smile rises up on her lips. It's accompanied by the dash of a flush as she brings her hand carefully up to her chest.]

Was that because of the moth?

[Her smile widens in wonder.]

How nice. I could get used to this sort of insect.

I'd love to learn about what fashions are popular in everyone's worlds! Is it t-shirts and jeans and that sort of thing or do you wear dresses and gowns? What do you consider formal wear versus every day wear?

[Feel free to hit me with any prompt you like! Plotting open via PMs or PPs @ goodluckstarfighter.]