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Nov 10, 2009 23:52

Des has taken over the rec room! Or so she likes to think. Really, it's just her, a blanket and a steaming cup of tea in her hands. there was a book in her lap as well. A kids book, 'Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs' but anyone that knew her well enough would know it was her favorite. It was also what she  read when she was feeling a little off. The whole issue with the unknown source of cryokinesis was bothering her. If she could just get a lock on who it was, she'd be able to help them. So much untapped potential. It was driving her a little insane.

Hence the book and the cup of tea.

Nori was also feeling off, zipping up and down the halls a rapid blue streak. She was close to an overload. She just knew it. Everything hurt. She couldn't think straight. And she was coughing and sneezing.

Wait...coughing and sneezing? That wasn't part of an overload. Hardly even a random factor, now that she thought about it. damn. Nori was getting sick. That was just what she needed. Zipping to the med wing, she rapped a gauntlet against the door, sniffling and coughing outside. God damn, this place sucked balls.

At least Lou seemed pleasant. Making new friends was always a delight.


Eva couldn't get to Nori. She was on a rare break.  Under protest, actually. She still had paperwork to fill out regarding Evan and the injuries from the previous mission and she'd taken some of it with her to the Mess Hall> she was now at one of the tables, also curled up under a blanket as she read and reread what she'd written. Proof reading. It was important to not miss a detail and no, she wasn't about to discuss it with anyone so don't even ask.

Molly, meanwhile, had finally ventured out of her room. Actually, she'd been out and about for a couple days now. Currently, she was also in the Mess Hall and shed told the field doctor, Eva, that if she needed anything, she could let Molly know and Molly would get it for her. Just to have something to do. She had a can of root beer in front of her along with a turkey sandwich. It didn't have her attention. Not as much as the pad of paper and the pencil she was using. She hadn't written home in a long while, too long, and her parents were bound to fret. She didn't want that so here she was, dutiful daughter and only child, hoping to write something that would calm their fears. She had nothing so far, however. Not a single word.


Esme was in her room, fresh from a shower and contemplating sending a whisper to John. Ask him to come see her, tell him about how things went with Jack. Just to hear his voice, know that he was okay. Occasionally, she'd 'see' bits of his vocal patterns floating past. None of them looked urgent or worried so that was good. Still, he was it. Everything to her and she missed him. It had just been odd since Evan died and she knew John blamed himself but she didn't. She couldn't. Not without significant evidence that he had indeed done it but there was none. It was all that monsters fault. That hunter. She didn't know what to do for him, felt so terribly lost and uncertain and it was uncomfortable. It ached, almost.

She sat on her bed, her guitar in her arms and her iPod on her lap. Sshe'd been allowed to keep it and her guitar since they were 'weapons' and could be used as a distructive force. Not at the moment. No . She was just playing right now.

Be warned, all who enter her room. She's a bit mopey. It's all in the wings.

✝ noriko 'surge' ashida, ✝ david 'agent zero' north, ✝ eva stinson, ✝ esme 'demon' meyers, ✝ desdemona radison, ✝ molly white

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