*Mel didn't cook at all when she was back in her world. For one thing, she didn't have time. For another, it would've reminded her too much of everything she'd lost. She got to the mansion the first time barely able to boil water, and learned to cook as much to impress Mail as to have something to do. It reminded her even more of him since the ( Read more... )

*Mel's more nervous now than she was when she was getting ready to meet Mail for their date, and she takes longer than she needs to in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, finger-combing her hair. She made it sound teasing when she told him she'd wear pajamas for once, but the black silk tank and shorts (with a pink bow at the neckline and pink trim ( Read more... )

*The fact that she could smell the rain before she opened the door should've tipped her off that this wasn't really the room with the Wammy's House grounds, but she's already taken the first step in ( Read more... )

*Mel told Mail only that she needed to head out early to help Ryuuzaki with something. She didn't want him to worry while he was sick, and she figured if he needed details, he could get them after she was back safely ( Read more... )

[No, it probably isn't the best time to talk to Near about going home, but Mel can't sleep, and she's been feeling the urgency of the need to return to their world, and finish Kira, and guarantee everyone's safety, ever since the futures room. She's just been... sidetracked. But she and Mail have been researching magical travel, and she knows she ( Read more... )

[Fake-Winchester is blindingly sunny today, and Mel's eyes are strangely sensitive. She was sitting on the window seat trying to study the spell for going home, but she started to feel ill and dizzy, and it didn't stop until she pulled the curtains shut and moved well away from the window, to the bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? she thinks. She ( Read more... )

[Mel's in Mail's clothes, because her fingers were still bandaged when she got dressed, but they aren't now. It was impossible to cook with the damn band-aids on. She continues to crave rare, rare, almost bloody hamburger, but she's an inexperienced cook at best, so she hasn't gotten one the way she wants it yet. She's been at it for a little while ( Read more... )

[To Mel's dismay, her insomnia seems to be returning, though she's been trying to hide it so Mail won't worry. She keeps catching herself nibbling on her fingernails when she's not paying attention, too. It must have something to do with that damn futures room, she thinks. So she found the library with the books about magic, and pulled out all of ( Read more... )

*Mel's sitting on the window seat, deeply annoyed with fake-Winchester, but staring out at it anyway. As it sometimes does, it seems to reflect her mood, grey clouds piled high in the sky, trees lashing in the wind that drives the rain against the windows. She's sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, one arm wrapped around them, the other hand ( Read more... )

[Being little wasn't horrible, but it was annoying, and Mel is quite happy when she turns back Wednesday afternoon. The room, sadly, does not grow up with her, stubbornly remaining a duplicate of her Wammy's House room. She remembers Pinkie wanting to talk about things that her kid-self wouldn't quite get, and goes out and looks around for him, but ( Read more... )