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frost_jewel) wrote2012-11-01 09:01 pm
frost_jewel) wrote2012-11-01 09:01 pm
17 [action/written]
[On the border between afternoon and evening of the 31st, the draft ends for Mia. For a while, all she can do is look around at the village, standing still near where they all arrive. Then she takes what remains of her notes to the battledome. To turn them over to...well, whoever is there to give them to. She doesn't want to talk, at least not for very long.
Then she goes home, House 16, and checks on her housemates before taking what is perhaps the longest shower in her entire life. The water is freezing by the time she's done, and she doesn't care. The next morning, whoever wakes first will find the coffee is ready and there is no Mercury Adept in sight.
She's out for a walk. It's not a long one: back to the battledome, to check on people. Any people, but especially those she knows well. If there are questions she has to answer - and she doubts very much there won't be questions - then she will, as polite and quiet as she ever is. When she's through there, she'll head for nearby houses and apartments, without going too far. She knows her limits and is waiting to meet up with them.
That autopilot carries her until midafternoon. What follows isn't exactly a crash. It's a slow spiral, one that finds her walking back to the house at a glacial pace, as though she might find somewhere to hide instead. But she can't. Instead she huddles into a chair in the living room, finally opening the journal to write something.]
Thank you to everyone who was there to help us. [She doesn't feel the need to specify where. The next several things she tries are crossed out, until:] I'm sorry we couldn't do more, sooner.
[[ooc: Whew look at all that action! She's mostly bouncing from house to battledome, and if you want to run into her while she's walking or standing and staring off into space, that's great too!]]
Then she goes home, House 16, and checks on her housemates before taking what is perhaps the longest shower in her entire life. The water is freezing by the time she's done, and she doesn't care. The next morning, whoever wakes first will find the coffee is ready and there is no Mercury Adept in sight.
She's out for a walk. It's not a long one: back to the battledome, to check on people. Any people, but especially those she knows well. If there are questions she has to answer - and she doubts very much there won't be questions - then she will, as polite and quiet as she ever is. When she's through there, she'll head for nearby houses and apartments, without going too far. She knows her limits and is waiting to meet up with them.
That autopilot carries her until midafternoon. What follows isn't exactly a crash. It's a slow spiral, one that finds her walking back to the house at a glacial pace, as though she might find somewhere to hide instead. But she can't. Instead she huddles into a chair in the living room, finally opening the journal to write something.]
Thank you to everyone who was there to help us. [She doesn't feel the need to specify where. The next several things she tries are crossed out, until:] I'm sorry we couldn't do more, sooner.
[[ooc: Whew look at all that action! She's mostly bouncing from house to battledome, and if you want to run into her while she's walking or standing and staring off into space, that's great too!]]
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[She figures Mia could use some of those.]
Hungry? I make a pretty good breakfast if I do say so myself.
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Thank you, but I'm not, not really. It's a very kind offer.
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No problem. I knew how bad it was getting.
[And she left as soon as she could. She was still feeling the fatigue of prolonged magic use and could only imagine that Mia was feeling that much worse than she had been.]
Care for a partner?
[Just to make sure that you get home okay.]
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All right. I'm...not going very fast.
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[She gives Mia a gentle smile. It seems like the tables have turned a bit from their past altercations with drafts or injuries.]
And the offer for breakfast still stands even if you don't want it right now.
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I could at that, huh? Maybe when you've gotten some rest, we could go together?
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All right. Let's hope for some peaceful time for it.
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If not, we'll just have to make time for it.
[She'll give a fist pump for that notion.]
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[Is Selphie accompanying her home? Mia's started to walk again because if she stops for too long she might just sleep where she stands.]
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Did you guys manage to find a cure?
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Yes. We did. Just...not in time for everyone.
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[What a question, indeed and likely one that Selphie shouldn't have asked in hindsight.]
Well at least it's there for next time.
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[Selphie's known Mia for quite a while now and she's probably never heard her take such a harsh and hardened tone before.]
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Right, right.
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[That awful disease making its way to Luceti somehow is now unbelievably high on her list of fears.]
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[Can you tell that Selphie has been doing her best to not think about that disaster known as the latest draft?]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.
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[Why can't Selphie think of anything to say? It was just another battle like any other one she's fought in her life but something isn't sitting right with her.]
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