What a scene, what a joy, what a lovely sight...

[worseforfears]

Sally Sparrow has been helping Martha sort through stuff in the medical room, much to the latter's flailing and worry.  After all, if Sally could accidentally cut her finger on a bit of glass once, what might happen if she sticks her head into a cupboard possibly full of broken glass?

Sally, of course, thinks she's being silly and has continued

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[throwinshadows]

Lina has seen a great many things in her life and none of them can be called normal (well maybe in her world, but not this one), but somehow watching a girl attempt to sit down in a chair (and falling through it each time) is strange even by her standards.

She's currently sitting on the floor, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth, her chin in her hands, watching the display, because no one ever taught her that's impolite to stare at people.

There's a question that's been sort of lurking on her mind for awhile, and it doesn't really occur to her that it might be rude to ask, which is why she finally does blurt it out, after removing the lollipop from her mouth. "Are you a ghost?"

It makes even less sense out loud than it did in her head, but she figured she might as well ask anyway.

[wontblink]

"No," Sally says, grimacing and getting up again, to glare at the chair (as if it's the chair's fault she can't sit on it). "I'm just incorporeal and not exactly able to stay solid long enough to do anything productive."

Grr.

[throwinshadows]

"Oh."

A lingering, awkward pause.

"That sucks."

Congratulations, Lina, you are officially the most helpful person in the entire room.

"Can I take a guess and assume the Rift-thing did that to you? Because I guess if you were always like that, you'd be used to it by now."

Blunt and to the point. Typical Lina.

[wontblink]

"No, I've always been like this and only just realized that I couldn't sit in chairs and set out to remedy that."

It's sarcasm, but it's a friendly sort of sarcasm. In that, she's teasing a little, but good-naturedly.

She does-- did that to Larry a lot.

[rbodyguard]

Ricky is around-ish. He's been waiting to run into Becky again.

It hasn't been all that easy, but he kept his word.

He smiles when he notices her, acting so differently than the last time they'd run into each other.

"Hey."

[worseforfears]

"Ricky!" Becky practically bounces over, grabbing his hand. "You ready? We gotta go to the park, Annie's bringing Ferdinand and a picnic and you're going to love it!"

She is maybe a little over-excited about this, but she's got the chance to STOP A DEATH.

She's thrilled.

[rbodyguard]

Ricky blinks several times at the hand grabbing, just not used to the touching. It takes him by surprise, but he can move on from that fairly quickly.

"Ferdinand? You mean the puppy? The puppy's name is Ferdinand?" He shakes his head, laughing a little. "Poor guy."

[worseforfears]

"Yeah, that's... kinda my fault," Becky says sheepishly. "But to be fair, he really seems to like it!"

Yes. Ferdinand and his non-lesbian non-mothers will cheer Ricky up.