Room 302 [Sunday afternoon]

[pasunereveuse]

It had been an interesting week for Celia, to say the least. Today was the first time in what seemed like ages that she'd woken up and just felt...normal. Not exceptionally good or frustrated or lazy, just...her normal self

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[nobloodymessiah]

Eleanor was herself again. That was ... reassuring. What she'd gotten herself into while she wasn't herself, was not.

All because of a stupid gem that had finally dislodged itself from her stomach. Wasn't she done with being mind-controlled? She'd been the Messiah, and evil, and falsely chipper, and distinctly amorous; could she not be herself for more than two weeks running, in this damnable island?

Perhaps she could hide somewhere for the next several weeks until everyone forgot she ever existed. This plan seemed doomed to failure. What she really needed, then, was advice.

She hesitated in the doorway of her friend's room, then rapped against the door frame with her knuckles.

"Hello," she said. "Are you -- busy? I mean, might I ... come in?"

Could Celia maybe hide her in a closet?

[pasunereveuse]

"I suppose I could set aside my very important hat-recoloring, if you insist," Celia said, looking up with a small smile. Her smile faded, and brows knit together when she really took in her friend, though. "Is everything all right?"

[nobloodymessiah]

"Not ... exactly," Eleanor said, twisting her hands together. "I don't know. I was somehow ... I've spent the last few days being mind-controlled by jewelry in my abdomen. That seems par for this island, but I don't resent it any less."

Celia was going to declare her mad. Anyone sane would.

[pasunereveuse]

"You too?" Celia's eyes were huge, and she immediately waved her hats back into their boxes and off the bed so that Eleanor could come in and sit. "Oh, thank goodness, I thought it was just me! I mean, I knew other people -- at least one other person, anyway -- had the jewels on them, but -- you think that's why everyone's been so strange?"

She'd vaguely thought it herself, but then was all too happy to blame her own moodiness on...well, her own general moodiness. It was nice to know there was common denominator.