Monkey Troubles

[wicked_west]

Who: Elphie/Chistery, open
Where: Hallway
When: After her solitary time on the roof.
What: Chistery gets in a bit of trouble. As usual.

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[wicked_west]

Elphie raised a hand to fight off whatever had a hold of her now, only to stop her swing just shy of Ford. Her hand dropped instantly. "You! Ford!" She looked up at the pod that looked as though it were going to come back for me. "Let's get out of here!" she cried and began running towards the door. "Chistery!"

[got_his_towel]

Ford had been onboard with that plan ages ago. He raced after them, glancing behind him now and then to make sure they weren't being followed.

[wicked_west]

The monkey clung to her when they were back outside, pulling on her hair and otherwise making sure she was still alive. Then he found something in her hair and happily settled on her shoulders, happily grooming her.

Elphie, for her part, turned to Ford. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't listen to you. You were right."

[got_his_towel]

"It was just a rumour," Ford shrugged. He was hungry. "Cafe?"

[wicked_west]

"Cafe" Elphie agreed, following him meekly. Chistery flew back and forth between them and the separate doors, wondering where they were going to end up.

"Ford?"

She stopped as she tried to pick out her words. She had a question... but she wasn't sure what it was.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Oops...

[got_his_towel]

"Not lately." He stopped and gave her a very wary look. "...Why?"

[wicked_west]

"I don't... know."

The monkey came back and chittered at her quietly.

"I'm just over reacting I guess. It's not that big a deal."

She smiled rather convincingly. "C'mon. Let's see if this is the cafe." The door opened up to the library. "Or not."

[got_his_towel]

"Overreacting to what?" Ford asked. Apart from everything, lately, he meant. She had something in mind. She'd asked him for a reason.

[wicked_west]

Not as convincing a smile as she thought.

"I don't... feel... right," she haltingly replied. "I forget... things... sometimes just as small as I don't know how I got from one side of the room to the other..."

Elphie wrapped her arms around herself as she stared at the floor. Things were wrong. All wrong.

[got_his_towel]

"... Have you been taking drugs?" he asked hesitantly. If so, he wondered where she'd been getting them and why she'd been holding out on him.

[wicked_west]

"No of course not!" Elphie exclaimed. "No drugs and no alcohol. I just black out."

[got_his_towel]

"I'm just saying," Ford told her, "I've had those symptoms before and there were substances involved."

[wicked_west]

"Well good for you. Unless someone is forcing them on me I've not taken any substances."

[got_his_towel]

"But maybe the hotel is," Ford pointed out logically. "I mean, those are some pretty familiar symptoms and you don't know what's in your food and drink that they prepare."

[wicked_west]

"Yeah... that must be it..." Elphie answered... not quite certain if that was the case. But she wanted that to be true. Maybe if she believed it hard enough it would be true?

[got_his_towel]

"I wonder if there's a way to trick the system," Ford mused. "A way to get you food that isn't contaminated. Or else we'll just have to wait their experiment out."