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2/27/2006
Logfile from Emma.
Middle of the afternoon, and Emma has not been seen or heard from, though there are enough rumors about the comings and goings from her office over the past few hours. But when aren't there?
There's at least one person in the building that isn't afraid of simply getting the door open and marching in. At least, she pretends not to be. Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white poet's shirt, Tyanna shoos the White Pawns away from the stairwell and heads up. With only a brief knock, she starts to open the door. With force, if necessary.
It's unlocked, left so and forgotten in the exit of a certain pair of twins earlier. Emma is seated on the couch, wrapped in a dressing robe, expression blank as she nibbles on a stale pastry. Well, holds one in her hand anyhow.
And so the door is opened, Tyanna slipped through, and shut as quietly as possible. Locking the door behind her, she pads up to Emma, trying to make as little noise as possible. She drops into a crouch next to the couch and slowly reaches for Emma's hand. "My lady?"
Emma startles at the attempt and pulls back, blinking down at Tyanna with unfocused eyes. "Shh, pet. Shh. Don't think so loud," she whispers, wincing slightly.
Asking Tyanna not to think so loud is rather a tall order, since the girl doesn't have any mental powers of her own. But she compensates by trying to think as little as possible. "Is there anything I can do, Emma?" she inquires, this time keeping her voice to more of a whisper. And managing to quell the urge to mentally shout, 'BOO!'
Emma wasn't really being fair in asking it of her, but then again, Emma isn't all there. Well technically, she's more there than before, but... Anyways! Emma reaches out to pinch the fabric of Tyanna's sleeve and pull her up to the seat next to her.
Tyanna is fairly certain that Emma isn't strong enough to pull her up to the couch, but to save the fabric of her shirt, she complies and settles herself next to her mistress. She simply gazes at the blonde woman next to her, careful not to touch. Was that perhaps what caused the loud thoughts?
Emma leans over, shoulder touching, and an electric shock zaps through them, mental in nature rather than physical. Power unfettered and uncontrolled.
Tyanna leaps away, landing at the other end of the couch. More surprised than hurt, it's still enough to make her blink and look at Emma askance. "My lady...perhaps you should rest." she says softly, choosing her words with great care. -Something- is wrong. And the wary look on her face might suggest she's not sure she wants to know what.
Something has been wrong for far too long, though things really aren't right either. She looks at her Rook and smiles, the effort forced due to lack of energy rather than lack of will. "I've rested all day. I've moved from the bed to this couch and that's all. I didn't even get up to get the flowers Sebastian sent." She gestures at a vase of white roses, amid which rosemary has been scattered.
"Very lovely." Tyanna responds absently, with barely a glance at the flowers in their vase. Her mind is working at ninety miles an hour, then abruptly stops dead. "Shall I send for something, my lady? These" she plucks the pastry away and waves it about, "go straight to your hips. You need something more substantial."
<< NO. >> The reply bounces with force into Tyanna's thoughts, but Emma doesn't appear angry. Rather exhausted and slightly loopy.
Hmm. That didn't go quite as expected. A tiny << ouch >> is thought, but Tyanna doesn't comment on it other than that. With a soft sigh, she moves to stand up. "You need to eat if you haven't all day, my lady. I'll fetch it myself, and on my way leave orders that you're not to be disturbed. Will that help?" Still the care with the soft voice. Caring Ty. And slightly bossy.
Emma likes the bossing. It means she doesn't have to be. She shakes her head though and leans over, falling so that her head hits the edge of Tyanna's newly repositioned thigh.
Oh, for pity's sake. Now Tyanna decides to stop being shy and moves so she's kneeling next to the couch, carefully moving Emma's head into a more comfortable position. "You lie here, and I'll be right back." she instructs, moving off and disappearing without another word. She's back in a matter of minutes, though, bearing a tray with a covered plate, and a steaming mug of what smells like a fragrant tea.
And Emma is asleep by the time she returns. Good Tyanna. Bad timing.
No matter. The things on the covered plate will keep, and Tyanna merely covers the tea with the napkin to keep it warm. Disappearing into Emma's room, she comes back out with a soft white blanket, which she tucks around her mistress. "Goodnight, Emma." she whispers, dropping the tiniest of kisses on Emma's blonde tresses before slipping out the door and shutting it firmly.
Collins knocks on the door of the woman's office, though his annoying habbit of projecting his thoughts without meaning to would have most likely announced his presence from the moment he pulled in. The man has the mental shields of a grapefruit. Worse yet he's got a song stuck in his head. He knocks on her door with a smile on his face, humming "Standin' outside the fire" to himself.
The answering "Come in," is peevish and the room darkened as he enters. Emma stands in the door to to adjoining room, belting a robe closed around her. Scattered around the office are trays with remnants of food, including one untouched on her desk. She leans against the door frame, closing her eyes and pinching her nose, exhaling "Hello, David. What do you want?"
Collins smiles a little bit as he opens the door. He deffinately looks her over a little bit, the song breaking up as he tries to form a mental image of the woman "robeless". At least it's only for a second or two. "Want? I just thought I'd step in. Shaw said that you'd been feeling sick, < Even if it didn't stop you from dyeing your hair and clubbing >." the thought follows the statement almost seemlessly.
"What? Oh. Yes. Flu," she snaps distractedly, then sighs and opens her eyes to look across at him, wincing at the flood of images and thoughts. "Flared up again yesterday," she adds, definitely looking ill.
Collins tilts his head a little bit, < well she definately looks like hell now... I thought you couldn't catch the flu twice > He doesn't seem to mind her slightly snappish atitude, seeming very relaxed. "Strange thing happened the other night." he says with a slight smirk.
"Really? I can't imagine what. Really, David. I'm not in the mood for games. Can this wait?" she asks, frowning and leaning her head against the door frame.
Collins nods a little, looking concerned. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small box of pills.. "One of these help? They're Tylonall." he offers the box to her looking mildly concerned.
Emma glances at the offered pills out of the corner of her eye, then shakes her head slightly. "No, thank you. I have some prescriptions."
Collins slides the pill box back into his coat and smiles. "Is there anything /I/ can do for you?" he asks, he is even asking as a human being, not a letcherious fiend who rarely makes it ten minutes without a lustfull thought for the woman.
Emma huffs a breath through her nose, a soundless snort, and shakes her head again, rocking it across the door frame. "I think I just need to rest," she answers weakly.
Collins nods. "Okay love." he says softly, "If your free next saterday... I got tickets to that play." he looks a little concerned still.
Emma slides slowly down the length of the frame, her hands trailing above her to slow her descent. A flash of empathic projection escapes her control, channeling some of the migraine's pain away.
Collins winces slightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the pill box. He swollows two of the pills without water, still winceing slightly at the sharp ping. "Maybe what you got is catching." he says rubbing his temples.
Emma pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, staying quiet and still. "Maybe you should go, David." A pause for breathe and control. "I wouldn't want you getting sick."
Collins nods slightly, a smile touching his lips at her small show of concern. He walks towards the door and opens it a little. "By the way, you don't look very good as a burnette."
"What?" Her head swings toward him, honest confusion (it's been a very traumatic few weeks!) on her face.
Collins smiles a little bit, the scene that night at the bar playing out quickly to the woman through his minds eye. "Nothing love... we'll talk about it another time. you just tipped your hand thats all, don't feel bad it was the first time."
Emma remembers, but the discomfort does a decent job of hiding the realization. She shakes her head again and gives him a puzzled look.
Collins shakes his head. "We'll talk about it another time love. You, me, A play and dinner next week?" he asks curiously as he smiles a little, the doorknob in hand.
Emma nods and offers a weak smile before turning and climbing slowly to her feet and disappearing back into her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.
2/27/2006
Logfile from Emma.
Middle of the afternoon, and Emma has not been seen or heard from, though there are enough rumors about the comings and goings from her office over the past few hours. But when aren't there?
There's at least one person in the building that isn't afraid of simply getting the door open and marching in. At least, she pretends not to be. Dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white poet's shirt, Tyanna shoos the White Pawns away from the stairwell and heads up. With only a brief knock, she starts to open the door. With force, if necessary.
It's unlocked, left so and forgotten in the exit of a certain pair of twins earlier. Emma is seated on the couch, wrapped in a dressing robe, expression blank as she nibbles on a stale pastry. Well, holds one in her hand anyhow.
And so the door is opened, Tyanna slipped through, and shut as quietly as possible. Locking the door behind her, she pads up to Emma, trying to make as little noise as possible. She drops into a crouch next to the couch and slowly reaches for Emma's hand. "My lady?"
Emma startles at the attempt and pulls back, blinking down at Tyanna with unfocused eyes. "Shh, pet. Shh. Don't think so loud," she whispers, wincing slightly.
Asking Tyanna not to think so loud is rather a tall order, since the girl doesn't have any mental powers of her own. But she compensates by trying to think as little as possible. "Is there anything I can do, Emma?" she inquires, this time keeping her voice to more of a whisper. And managing to quell the urge to mentally shout, 'BOO!'
Emma wasn't really being fair in asking it of her, but then again, Emma isn't all there. Well technically, she's more there than before, but... Anyways! Emma reaches out to pinch the fabric of Tyanna's sleeve and pull her up to the seat next to her.
Tyanna is fairly certain that Emma isn't strong enough to pull her up to the couch, but to save the fabric of her shirt, she complies and settles herself next to her mistress. She simply gazes at the blonde woman next to her, careful not to touch. Was that perhaps what caused the loud thoughts?
Emma leans over, shoulder touching, and an electric shock zaps through them, mental in nature rather than physical. Power unfettered and uncontrolled.
Tyanna leaps away, landing at the other end of the couch. More surprised than hurt, it's still enough to make her blink and look at Emma askance. "My lady...perhaps you should rest." she says softly, choosing her words with great care. -Something- is wrong. And the wary look on her face might suggest she's not sure she wants to know what.
Something has been wrong for far too long, though things really aren't right either. She looks at her Rook and smiles, the effort forced due to lack of energy rather than lack of will. "I've rested all day. I've moved from the bed to this couch and that's all. I didn't even get up to get the flowers Sebastian sent." She gestures at a vase of white roses, amid which rosemary has been scattered.
"Very lovely." Tyanna responds absently, with barely a glance at the flowers in their vase. Her mind is working at ninety miles an hour, then abruptly stops dead. "Shall I send for something, my lady? These" she plucks the pastry away and waves it about, "go straight to your hips. You need something more substantial."
<< NO. >> The reply bounces with force into Tyanna's thoughts, but Emma doesn't appear angry. Rather exhausted and slightly loopy.
Hmm. That didn't go quite as expected. A tiny << ouch >> is thought, but Tyanna doesn't comment on it other than that. With a soft sigh, she moves to stand up. "You need to eat if you haven't all day, my lady. I'll fetch it myself, and on my way leave orders that you're not to be disturbed. Will that help?" Still the care with the soft voice. Caring Ty. And slightly bossy.
Emma likes the bossing. It means she doesn't have to be. She shakes her head though and leans over, falling so that her head hits the edge of Tyanna's newly repositioned thigh.
Oh, for pity's sake. Now Tyanna decides to stop being shy and moves so she's kneeling next to the couch, carefully moving Emma's head into a more comfortable position. "You lie here, and I'll be right back." she instructs, moving off and disappearing without another word. She's back in a matter of minutes, though, bearing a tray with a covered plate, and a steaming mug of what smells like a fragrant tea.
And Emma is asleep by the time she returns. Good Tyanna. Bad timing.
No matter. The things on the covered plate will keep, and Tyanna merely covers the tea with the napkin to keep it warm. Disappearing into Emma's room, she comes back out with a soft white blanket, which she tucks around her mistress. "Goodnight, Emma." she whispers, dropping the tiniest of kisses on Emma's blonde tresses before slipping out the door and shutting it firmly.
Collins knocks on the door of the woman's office, though his annoying habbit of projecting his thoughts without meaning to would have most likely announced his presence from the moment he pulled in. The man has the mental shields of a grapefruit. Worse yet he's got a song stuck in his head. He knocks on her door with a smile on his face, humming "Standin' outside the fire" to himself.
The answering "Come in," is peevish and the room darkened as he enters. Emma stands in the door to to adjoining room, belting a robe closed around her. Scattered around the office are trays with remnants of food, including one untouched on her desk. She leans against the door frame, closing her eyes and pinching her nose, exhaling "Hello, David. What do you want?"
Collins smiles a little bit as he opens the door. He deffinately looks her over a little bit, the song breaking up as he tries to form a mental image of the woman "robeless". At least it's only for a second or two. "Want? I just thought I'd step in. Shaw said that you'd been feeling sick, < Even if it didn't stop you from dyeing your hair and clubbing >." the thought follows the statement almost seemlessly.
"What? Oh. Yes. Flu," she snaps distractedly, then sighs and opens her eyes to look across at him, wincing at the flood of images and thoughts. "Flared up again yesterday," she adds, definitely looking ill.
Collins tilts his head a little bit, < well she definately looks like hell now... I thought you couldn't catch the flu twice > He doesn't seem to mind her slightly snappish atitude, seeming very relaxed. "Strange thing happened the other night." he says with a slight smirk.
"Really? I can't imagine what. Really, David. I'm not in the mood for games. Can this wait?" she asks, frowning and leaning her head against the door frame.
Collins nods a little, looking concerned. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small box of pills.. "One of these help? They're Tylonall." he offers the box to her looking mildly concerned.
Emma glances at the offered pills out of the corner of her eye, then shakes her head slightly. "No, thank you. I have some prescriptions."
Collins slides the pill box back into his coat and smiles. "Is there anything /I/ can do for you?" he asks, he is even asking as a human being, not a letcherious fiend who rarely makes it ten minutes without a lustfull thought for the woman.
Emma huffs a breath through her nose, a soundless snort, and shakes her head again, rocking it across the door frame. "I think I just need to rest," she answers weakly.
Collins nods. "Okay love." he says softly, "If your free next saterday... I got tickets to that play." he looks a little concerned still.
Emma slides slowly down the length of the frame, her hands trailing above her to slow her descent. A flash of empathic projection escapes her control, channeling some of the migraine's pain away.
Collins winces slightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the pill box. He swollows two of the pills without water, still winceing slightly at the sharp ping. "Maybe what you got is catching." he says rubbing his temples.
Emma pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, staying quiet and still. "Maybe you should go, David." A pause for breathe and control. "I wouldn't want you getting sick."
Collins nods slightly, a smile touching his lips at her small show of concern. He walks towards the door and opens it a little. "By the way, you don't look very good as a burnette."
"What?" Her head swings toward him, honest confusion (it's been a very traumatic few weeks!) on her face.
Collins smiles a little bit, the scene that night at the bar playing out quickly to the woman through his minds eye. "Nothing love... we'll talk about it another time. you just tipped your hand thats all, don't feel bad it was the first time."
Emma remembers, but the discomfort does a decent job of hiding the realization. She shakes her head again and gives him a puzzled look.
Collins shakes his head. "We'll talk about it another time love. You, me, A play and dinner next week?" he asks curiously as he smiles a little, the doorknob in hand.
Emma nods and offers a weak smile before turning and climbing slowly to her feet and disappearing back into her bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.