Room 7, Carriage House, Monday night
Nadia hadn't exactly lied to Pippi at the bar. She was tired, and she had thought it would be best if she just went home.
She just didn't think it was entirely likely that she'd be falling asleep, any time soon.
The fact was, it had been an effort while at All Souls to keep the strange flashes she'd been getting since her illness that weekend at bay. It was easier, when she was alone, she could just let them wash over her and then away, and deal with whatever time loss they brought with them. She hadn't done anything destructive since the incident with the mirror, so she figured she was probably safe so long as she wasn't around people.
She thought about what Pippi had said, about contacting Sofia to get the name of the doctor who'd examined her, this weekend. The trouble wasn't so much that it would be hard to contact her; it was easy enough to call the orphanage. It was more that she was afraid of what would happen if Sofia couldn't or wouldn't give her the information.
Maybe the dreams and flashes were just that, dreams or flashes. But they were so similar to what she'd experienced under the influence of the Rambaldi elixir.
But Sofia didn't know anything about Rambaldi. She was just an orphanage director.
Wasn't she?
Nadia flopped back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Furrball jumped onto her chest and curled up and she absently reached out to pet him, noting as she did that her hand had started to bleed through the bandages again. She'd have to do something about that. Eventually.
[ooc: establishy, only, I'm off to bed soonish.]
She just didn't think it was entirely likely that she'd be falling asleep, any time soon.
The fact was, it had been an effort while at All Souls to keep the strange flashes she'd been getting since her illness that weekend at bay. It was easier, when she was alone, she could just let them wash over her and then away, and deal with whatever time loss they brought with them. She hadn't done anything destructive since the incident with the mirror, so she figured she was probably safe so long as she wasn't around people.
She thought about what Pippi had said, about contacting Sofia to get the name of the doctor who'd examined her, this weekend. The trouble wasn't so much that it would be hard to contact her; it was easy enough to call the orphanage. It was more that she was afraid of what would happen if Sofia couldn't or wouldn't give her the information.
Maybe the dreams and flashes were just that, dreams or flashes. But they were so similar to what she'd experienced under the influence of the Rambaldi elixir.
But Sofia didn't know anything about Rambaldi. She was just an orphanage director.
Wasn't she?
Nadia flopped back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Furrball jumped onto her chest and curled up and she absently reached out to pet him, noting as she did that her hand had started to bleed through the bandages again. She'd have to do something about that. Eventually.
[ooc: establishy, only, I'm off to bed soonish.]