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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2013-12-28 07:28 pm

037 ☣ Good news, bad news

[Spam for Morgana]

[She aches everywhere. The particular, awful lassitude of the deathtoll is unmistakable, like the deformed child of a hangover and a fever. She's cramped and nauseous and alone in the dark. It is, she notes distinctly, less comfortable than the coffin.

Her communicator isn't in her pocket and she can feel - a door, the dryer door, motherfucker, but she can't get it open. She gulps down shallow breaths, and tries very hard not to think about the fact that she's inside a box of metal. She needs to get over this, she needs to be calm, she needs to control herself. She counts her breaths, shallow and thin though they are, her diaphragm crushed where she's nearly bent in half. She gathers what flimsy strength she has, what leverage she can manage, her elbow wedged into her side, and slams the whole side of her forearm against the door.

She feels the thin metal flex, but the door doesn't budge. Breathe in, breath out. Fingertips along the edge, searching for the latch. She can't trip the mechanism from inside. Breathe in, breathe out. Do not focus on the parts of your body in order, do not focus on your body all all. A dissociative meditation: imagine a single object in entire, perfect detail, and think of nothing else. A ball of yarn, simple and detailed, around and around and around. She waits until she hears footsteps, then bangs the door again, weaker this time. She doesn't know how long it's been.]

Let me out. Please let me out.

[Her voice sounds - well, like death warmed over. But the words are distinct.]


[Voice, Filtered to Erik, Charles, Alex, Ben, Cassel, Lua, Jesse, Jean, Riddick, Arthas, Peter, Harvey, Zane, and Dean.]

Someone attacked me. I'm death-tolling, so I'll probably be scarce for a few days.

I accept offerings of soup, cookies, and people willing to hold my yarn while I catch up on last-minute knitting.


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Erik – some really expensive Columbian dark coffee, and the cheesiest #1 Dad mug you can find. Some obnoxiously large tesla coils so he can watch the effects of his field manipulation. A copy of Country of My Skull.

Ben – a comprehensive anthology of Russian folk tales, illustrated in that particular Russian style. A Byzantine icon of Mary, in pristine condition. The kind with real lapis in the paint for her cloak.

Cassel – a book of knitting patterns, Crush by Richard Siken, a good translation of Ovid’s Metamorphoses. One with awesome creepy illustrations. There’s got to be one.

Zane – a magnetic orrery of any solar system he'd like best. Wind chimes. Does he ever miss mist? Dry ice, a way to store it, and instructions for use.

Iris – some sort of intergalactic compendium of dirty jokes. Must exist. Perhaps an edition her future self contributes to. Some strange and lovely creatures.

Riddick – some décor to remind him of his favorite planet. A history of his people, if he wants to know. Some chew-toys for Partner that resemble his most annoying enemies from back home.

Arthas – awesome horse-themed gargoyles to augment all those skulls. A spine lamp, battery powered, since I don't think his room has outlets. A small personal shrine, if he has any desire for one now that he's dead again, unconsecrated so that he may use it as he sees fit.

Charleshelix bookshelves, a framed original copy of the radio crystallography picture that helped determine the structure of DNA. A copy of Country of My Skull for him too. Some Cambrian creature figurines.

Abigaila pomegranate ring, The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce.

Jean – something she misses from her childhood, that she wouldn’t think to ask for, a stuffed toy or a blanket or a coin collection, whatever. A locket made out of whatever synthetic material can withstand the highest temperatures, with pictures of her and scott inside. Not fire themed, or wings. Just a heart and curlicues, classic, delicate. A beginner’s manual for Vulcan meditation.

Mal – some punk clothes. The kind I saw in London with lots of spikes? Definitely some vests. A badass jacket. Artfully asymmetrical to match her hair. Extravagant boots.

Alex – amateur geology kit. Small pick, hand shovel, rock tumbler/polisher, jeweler’s glass, photographic reference guide, all of that. Maybe a few neat specimens to start wih. And one of those geode lamps with the bulb inside all the crystals.

Lua – the wedding dress of her dreams. Just so she has it, when they’re ready. And season DVDs of whatever shows she’d like best from the time period she’s planning to go to.

Jesse – worry beads for when he needs something in his hands. A stuffed penguin that tells corny jokes. A coffee table book of Natural Geographic’s best nature photos contest. A quote-of-the-day calendar, with a bent toward reminding him that he’s stronger than he thinks and he’s touched some people’s lives for the better. Actually, give that one to me first, I want to write a note in it. Prints of his favorite things he’s seen in his tenure supervising the art room.

Touko – an easily-hidden pinhole camera and basic surveillance system for her room, that only she has access to.

Harvey – an encyclopedia of comparative law. Interdimensional. A smoothie machine for when he doesn’t feel like chewing.

Hannibal – Original recordings of Dialogues of the Carmelites and Lucrezia Borgia. A first edition of The Brothers Karamazov. The body cavity cutting board.

Bush – a series of sounds of the sea – calm, stormy, with gulls near shore, and so on. Be sure to include the creak of the ship and so on. In whatever format he’d find comfortable to play, with instructions and looping capabilities. Long loops, though. Half an hour at least.

Beatrixcoiling snake earrings that don’t dangle and can’t be grabbed easily, some actual black mamba venom, stored in a clear nail polish bottle so that she can carry it around and brush it easily on anything she likes.

Peter – a good book on the pictorialists.

Dean – an archangel sword. A book on Enochian sigils. A few bottles of holy oil. A fuzzy wind-up mouse that looks like me when I was transformed. Angels in America. The complete works of Wilfred Owen. Psychoshop by Bester and Zelazny. The complete Chronicles of Amber. A original recording of Britten’s War Requiem, the version with the Russian soprano. A postcard from Felix. If you can make Arthas write Christmas lists, you can do that.

Nathan – really good maple syrup. Canadian, unless he'd prefer Maine. Warm wicking socks in amusing colors.

And, if you could please give everyone a few photographs of happy memories, for which they have no pictures. But no sex pictures. Unless they'd get a kick out of that.
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Your room, or the infirmary?

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yeahscience: ([4-5] what?)

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Wait, what? [There's a rustling noise as he stands up, and then a sound that's clearly an infirmary curtain being pulled back.] Are you here? What happened?

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What happened?

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Goddammit.

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youwillgotohell: (And they're holding their weapons high)

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[With a basket of laundry balanced against her hip, Morgana isn't paying much attention to the world around her. Cleaning clothes is a dull task, even if this is easier than anything her servants must have dealt with. She sets it down on top of a washer, is seconds from turning on the water and drowning out barely audible pleas completely when she hears the thumping.

She frowns at the machine, and might have put it off to ridiculous modern machinery - but the dryer isn't even on, and that gives her pause. Reaching out, she pulls the door down, and stares wide eyed at Anya.]


My god, [she breathes, and grabs for the girl's closest arm, easing her out.] What happened?

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wedonot: (Trying to listen.)

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[Charles knocks on the door with his free hand a while later (he's got a thermos in the other). This is more asking permission to come in than expecting her to answer the door herself because, well. Everything.]

I brought tea. And I'm available for any knitting needs you might require.

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Dude, what?

[And this is the part he kind of hates here, because there's like, nothing he can really do to be helpful even when he wants to be, which is always, so.] I think I've got some Oreos somewhere?

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[personal profile] fireincarnate 2013-12-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't answer right away. She holds herself tight, and chants Charles' words in her mind, and focuses on everything she wants to be. She won't pull the name from Anya's mind, she won't find them and tear their heart out, she won't -

It takes a while. Shuddering breaths and flickering eyes. But eventually, she's able to speak as only herself.]


Are you in your room?

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deshabille: «vampire could kill you with her eyes» (☀ don't block bad idea)

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I'd like any information you have to offer on the assault.

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[She's heard the rumors about where Anya's been and what happened, and while she shouldn't bother to care, she's still at her door, trying to tell herself she's only visiting out of boredom.]

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[personal profile] godsays 2013-12-31 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Are you all right?

[ What he means is: are you handling it. Can you handle it. Is this a trauma, or is it another one of those Barge things.

He'll come either way. ]

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spam, is 12/30 okay? i had another thread contingent on this

[personal profile] surrenders 2014-01-02 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[She appeared as soon as she heard, visited every day, wound Anya's yarn as she worked, delivered holiday boxes. Even if she isn't officially Lua's responsibility, she's still Anya, still her friend and the closest to a sister she's ever had. They don't need each other anymore, but that's what makes it harder to tell her: it makes her feel like she's walking away now that she doesn't need her.

She's kept back one of her boxes for Anya until today. The others were all tools for her travels of the universe - a stungun, a camera that holds everything she needs, a coat to last forever - but she has some finery today, a finely-carved bird, red stone, wings spread, with a catch to open it up and hide a tiny secret. It's like the last gift Amanda gave her, so she knew she did right saving it.]


Got a little distracted last night.

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