Go back to sleep [OPEN!]
[ WHO ] : Einstellsehn, and possibly YOU.
[ WHERE ]: Third floor
[ WHEN ]: 9th May, night/early morning on the 10th
[ RATING ]: G?
[ WARNINGS ]: None for now.
[ NOTES ]: Angelica's a creeper. She likes dogs, and children, and splicing them together.
Her heels clicked on the floor, signalling a brief walk, calm enough but perhaps a little hurried. Aside from at the beginning, and her walk with Luki, she had not left her apartment, had not wanted to, either - this situation was foreign, alien, outwith her control. In truth, the worst thing was the lack of control; perhaps this was as close to homesick as the doctor could really get, but she did miss her children. This was not her underground citadel of laboratories, of controlled air and flourescent light.
(To try and make it more like home, she boarded up the windows and sealed up all the draughts she could find. It wasn't quite good enough, but at least all the walls were white.)
And not all was lost. Luki was here, and Heine, and now Ernest too, the three of them here. Luki was to be expected, how could she keep away? Heine was hoped for, but still a surprise. Ernest, however, that was a shock even to Einstellsehn, though she told herself logically it was only to be anticipated that all would converge now. And she hadn't had to wait long. That was good. Better. Efficient.
However, something had made her leave the apartment, and it was not the prospect of meeting her children. It was a pragmatic avoidance (not fear, never fear) of the words 'am I beautiful?'. Einstellsehn was not squeamish - how could she be? - but she did not wish to have such a grin fixed on her, and so had left, taping up the door behind her as she went. Because even if it seemed like silly superstition, it worked, and she did what she had to do - to get by, to survive, because it was a dog eat dog world, wasn't it?
The lights flickered as she approached the stairwell, red tape resplendent on her wrist like the jewelled cuff of a queen.
[ WHERE ]: Third floor
[ WHEN ]: 9th May, night/early morning on the 10th
[ RATING ]: G?
[ WARNINGS ]: None for now.
[ NOTES ]: Angelica's a creeper. She likes dogs, and children, and splicing them together.
Her heels clicked on the floor, signalling a brief walk, calm enough but perhaps a little hurried. Aside from at the beginning, and her walk with Luki, she had not left her apartment, had not wanted to, either - this situation was foreign, alien, outwith her control. In truth, the worst thing was the lack of control; perhaps this was as close to homesick as the doctor could really get, but she did miss her children. This was not her underground citadel of laboratories, of controlled air and flourescent light.
(To try and make it more like home, she boarded up the windows and sealed up all the draughts she could find. It wasn't quite good enough, but at least all the walls were white.)
And not all was lost. Luki was here, and Heine, and now Ernest too, the three of them here. Luki was to be expected, how could she keep away? Heine was hoped for, but still a surprise. Ernest, however, that was a shock even to Einstellsehn, though she told herself logically it was only to be anticipated that all would converge now. And she hadn't had to wait long. That was good. Better. Efficient.
However, something had made her leave the apartment, and it was not the prospect of meeting her children. It was a pragmatic avoidance (not fear, never fear) of the words 'am I beautiful?'. Einstellsehn was not squeamish - how could she be? - but she did not wish to have such a grin fixed on her, and so had left, taping up the door behind her as she went. Because even if it seemed like silly superstition, it worked, and she did what she had to do - to get by, to survive, because it was a dog eat dog world, wasn't it?
The lights flickered as she approached the stairwell, red tape resplendent on her wrist like the jewelled cuff of a queen.