@-/-/--- [Accidental Video Post]
*Amy and Mew's room appears on the screen. All the furniture has been pushed to the side; the floor is completely spotless. Amy herself sits cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed and hands resting on her legs, palm-up. Despite "The Song That Doesn't End" blaring from the PA speaker and the laptop, she appears to be calm and collected*
*Slowly, she rises from the bed,steps into the center of the room, and holds her arm out. With a strange squeak, her mallet is summoned into her hand. She swings it left, right, up, crashes it into the ground, spins, all with careful deliberation. The goal isn't to escape; it's to practice*
*She continues this routine without a word until the video times out*
*Slowly, she rises from the bed,steps into the center of the room, and holds her arm out. With a strange squeak, her mallet is summoned into her hand. She swings it left, right, up, crashes it into the ground, spins, all with careful deliberation. The goal isn't to escape; it's to practice*
*She continues this routine without a word until the video times out*