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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 - Infirmary this time! ]
[It's immediate, simple, straightforward. Ben doesn't see the value in withholding the information, though admittedly he hasn't been very skilled at anticipating how anything about this interaction has gone since he first saw Anya and the creature in the hallway. The answer isn't tentative, but he's watching carefully for any signs of tears again, or kisses, or some new, unexpected reaction.]
[ Spam - Infirmary this time! ]
Thank you.
[Raw and wise, heartfelt and carefully considered, young and weary.]
[ Spam - Infirmary this time! ]
Then she says thank you and he smiles, because he didn't do anything but give her what was hers from the beginning, the story he told himself to amuse himself and explain her to himself. But it's an actual smile - just a small one, quiet and warm, starting in the mildest curve of his lips and ending behind his steady eyes.
His hands stay folded in his lap, at least until he begins to shift his weight, moving to the front of the chair and putting his feet back on the floor.]
I should go. You should rest.
[ Spam - Infirmary this time! ]
Alright. I'll see you around.
[ Spam - Infirmary this time! ]
[He doesn't linger, but neither does he reach to touch her when he stands; straightening his field jacket, Ben glances up one more time, then turns to go.]