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Sep. 8th, 2018 08:38 pm
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Dec. 16th, 2013 05:34 pmLuckily for her, Allie has an actual, legitimate medical excuse for not talking to Miles about That Thing for at least a day, like the fact that she's barely conscious for most of them. She still feels kind of sick and exhausted, but better. The police told her there's not much they can do to find out who slipped a drug in her meal, but the Order's working on it.
In the meantime, Jen's basically redecorated her hospital room with more comfortable blankets and pillows and something like a hundred bouquets of flowers, having dragged along a few of her knights as muscle for setting things up. It takes an hour before Jen finally decides she's settled in enough to leave her alone, and even then, she knows that there's a few more Order members than usual keeping an eye on her hospital room.
She has a conversation to deal with, though, and she hugs her legs to her chest when Miles approaches. "Hey."
In the meantime, Jen's basically redecorated her hospital room with more comfortable blankets and pillows and something like a hundred bouquets of flowers, having dragged along a few of her knights as muscle for setting things up. It takes an hour before Jen finally decides she's settled in enough to leave her alone, and even then, she knows that there's a few more Order members than usual keeping an eye on her hospital room.
She has a conversation to deal with, though, and she hugs her legs to her chest when Miles approaches. "Hey."
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Dec. 15th, 2013 06:03 pmAs a representation of her mind, the setting does not bode well. Modern decor clashes with furnishings from her time at Camelot, and textures and colors just... flake off here and there. It's an absolute wonder that a mind this confused is able to call out for help at all, ancient magic and prophecy tying them together or not.
(She remembers... eating in the caf, trying to juggle a ham sandwich and about thirty pages of reading due in an hour. She turned away for a moment to dig something out of her bag, and then... really sick, dizzy and confused and exhausted. Then she was standing, and she reached for her phone - )
"Miles?"
She's still holding it, actually, except everything's changed around her, and she's not sure when that happened.
(She remembers... eating in the caf, trying to juggle a ham sandwich and about thirty pages of reading due in an hour. She turned away for a moment to dig something out of her bag, and then... really sick, dizzy and confused and exhausted. Then she was standing, and she reached for her phone - )
"Miles?"
She's still holding it, actually, except everything's changed around her, and she's not sure when that happened.
