12th Fairy Tale § Action/Voice
[After two weeks of bed-ridden induced madness, Jilly was well and truly sick of her room.
She'd slept through most of the past two weeks, waking for only a few hours at a time to eat, read, and attempt to paint a little on the pochade box that Archie had found for her, but even with three fourths of her days lost to dreaming, it still left hours of mindnumbing boredom.
Today, she's feeling better. Her fever had broken days ago and her sore throat had faded to an almost imperceptible ache, only occasionally bothering her. She's still not one hundred percent...but compared to the painfully long stretch of time she'd just passed through she's worlds better. The soft roll of thunder out her window only adds to her restlessness. It was the kind of weather that begged for a story. A puzzle of some sort. And she was tired of simply reading about them.
Unfortunately, she's not sure McCoy would agree with her self-diagnosis. And, even if he would, the heavy rain outside would certainly mean he'd keep her from going out. So she just doesn't ask. Instead, she just retrieves the key Jack gave her from its drawer, slips shoes on for the first time in weeks, and quietly pads out of House 7. Her one concession to the weather is a jacket, the hood drawn up over her curls.
Still a bit pale, she's nonetheless happy as she wanders around, key in hand. Jack had said it opened something in this place and she was determined, once and for all, to find what that was. She won't be resorting to breaking and entering (though she wouldn't put it past Jack), but she will be wandering everywhere public, dripping wherever she goes, and testing any available lock. Shops. Cabinets. Random items with locks she finds in the stores.
...She'll worry about what Len will say later, assuming she can't sneak back into the house before he knows what she's done. For now, there's a mystery to solve.]
[Archie, poorly filtered]
[She's not sure Archie would approve of her wanderings, either, but she knows he won't tattle on her. Besides, she misses his company]
Hey... Any chance you'd like to help me solve one of Jack's puzzles?
[/First Archie Filter]
[Archie - Attempt 2]
You there?
[/Second Archie Filter]
[When the second filter still fails to get a response, she finds a dry spot to flip open her journal and address Luceti as a whole. She's trying not to sound worried. A few hours of silence is hardly a reason to panic. But some of it creeps into her voice anyway]
...Has anyone heard from Archie Kennedy recently?
[ooc: Hello tl;dr. Jilly can be found testing all manner of locks around the village or you can talk to her over the journal. Also open to House 7 people (both at home or around town if they hunt down their absent patient). If possible, let me know whether you run into her before or after her journal message, as her mood will be different depending on whether she's worrying over Archie. Open to all!]
She'd slept through most of the past two weeks, waking for only a few hours at a time to eat, read, and attempt to paint a little on the pochade box that Archie had found for her, but even with three fourths of her days lost to dreaming, it still left hours of mindnumbing boredom.
Today, she's feeling better. Her fever had broken days ago and her sore throat had faded to an almost imperceptible ache, only occasionally bothering her. She's still not one hundred percent...but compared to the painfully long stretch of time she'd just passed through she's worlds better. The soft roll of thunder out her window only adds to her restlessness. It was the kind of weather that begged for a story. A puzzle of some sort. And she was tired of simply reading about them.
Unfortunately, she's not sure McCoy would agree with her self-diagnosis. And, even if he would, the heavy rain outside would certainly mean he'd keep her from going out. So she just doesn't ask. Instead, she just retrieves the key Jack gave her from its drawer, slips shoes on for the first time in weeks, and quietly pads out of House 7. Her one concession to the weather is a jacket, the hood drawn up over her curls.
Still a bit pale, she's nonetheless happy as she wanders around, key in hand. Jack had said it opened something in this place and she was determined, once and for all, to find what that was. She won't be resorting to breaking and entering (though she wouldn't put it past Jack), but she will be wandering everywhere public, dripping wherever she goes, and testing any available lock. Shops. Cabinets. Random items with locks she finds in the stores.
...She'll worry about what Len will say later, assuming she can't sneak back into the house before he knows what she's done. For now, there's a mystery to solve.]
[Archie, poorly filtered]
[She's not sure Archie would approve of her wanderings, either, but she knows he won't tattle on her. Besides, she misses his company]
Hey... Any chance you'd like to help me solve one of Jack's puzzles?
[/First Archie Filter]
[Archie - Attempt 2]
You there?
[/Second Archie Filter]
[When the second filter still fails to get a response, she finds a dry spot to flip open her journal and address Luceti as a whole. She's trying not to sound worried. A few hours of silence is hardly a reason to panic. But some of it creeps into her voice anyway]
...Has anyone heard from Archie Kennedy recently?
[ooc: Hello tl;dr. Jilly can be found testing all manner of locks around the village or you can talk to her over the journal. Also open to House 7 people (both at home or around town if they hunt down their absent patient). If possible, let me know whether you run into her before or after her journal message, as her mood will be different depending on whether she's worrying over Archie. Open to all!]