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fridgetothefire) wrote2013-06-19 11:41 am
fridgetothefire) wrote2013-06-19 11:41 am
017 ☣ Infirmary post + some housekeeping things
[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.]
[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.]
[Spam ]
I think I understand.
[Spam ]
[His answer is sincere and, more than that, with a thread of gratitude winding through it. He believes her, and he wants to do what he can to help, and he's not always capable of it. Ben enjoys the athleticism that Manticore gave him, and he's learning to push back when he's pushed because there is nothing physical he need fear, not really; sometimes the enjoyment stretches to fighting, to killing. Not often, but sometimes, and it's important that it's his pleasure he's seeking, not some distant echo branded into him through expectation and discipline. Not because he's doing well for someone else.
Not because causing pain to anyone, anything else because it was visited upon him for so long. That's the line.]
Are you feeling better now?
[Spam ]
Very much.
[There are still parts of her she doesn't quite want to grapple with, all tied up with her mother and killing and the thrill of power in her hands, but she feels - braced, to grapple with it, when she has to. Better prepared, and less alone.]
Thank you.
[Spam ]
You're welcome.