017 ☣ Infirmary post + some housekeeping things

[fridgetothefire]

[Backdated to Tuesday]

[She's been in the infirmary since late Sunday night, but she spent most of Monday sleeping. She looks a little pale, propped against pillows, hooked up to an IV, but she seems comfortable enough.]

Hello, barge.

I am so bored. Worse, I can't read without getting a headache right now. So.

[She holds up an infirmary clipboard, the paperwork turned over so she could draw neat, careful charts on the back.]

Come in, sign up for a half-hour time slot and book. Books are sorted by genre and how many hours I estimate it will take to finish them. If you read to me, I'll bake you something nice later.

[OOC: feel free to ignore the regimented tyranny of storytime and talk to her about whatever, either on the network or via spam.]


[Private spam for Ben, before the attacks.]

[She knocks on his door, a cold, shaken look on her face.]

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[fridgetothefire]

What does?

[Not the longest attention span right now.]

[surrenders]

[That last had been almost to herself as she settled back a little, but she isn't surprised Anya questions it.]

Something gets you.

[fridgetothefire]

Oh. Well. I'm alive. I've even got friends.

[As far as Anya is concerned, this more or less settles things in favor of the universe.]

[surrenders]

Still don't like it.

Get you your books in the morning, it'll be a better day?

[fridgetothefire]

You know I was. Mostly safe, back in my world? Miserable, I mean, awful, but mostly safe.

I'll take -

[she breaks off in a huge yawn]

- danger and pain and happiness. Take it any day. You make me happy.

[surrenders]

[Even now, with one of the tradeoffs for her idea of safety sitting right in front of her, Lua can still say a lot for safety, or so she thinks until she realizes she's thinking it.]

Maybe there's less to being safe than I thought.