and far too many stars have fell on me

[domina_mira]

After a memorable night in the bar with her sister and Abberline, Elizabeth doesn't quite make it all the way back to her apartment. Pinpoint in hand, she detours to the swimming pool in the building and sits at the edge, carefully unhooking her stockings and rolling them off to dip her toes into the heated water

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[acoldgreensky]

Oh, dear. This isn't good. Time to make a few other phone calls and then prepare for the upcoming hissy fits from all around.

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[domina_mira]

It's about twenty past ten when Elizabeth feels something resembling human again, with the assistance of water, coffee and aspirin (and Claire, who provided the first three after happening on her downstairs).

She's given the girls their marching orders for the day (she wishes somewhat it had happened on a school day, which strikes her as an odd passing thought) and retreated to her chaise-longue with the landline and tucked herself up. This time, it's not so difficult to dial, and she waits while it rings.

[acoldgreensky]

After a moment, someone picks up! WHO COULD IT BE?

"Scaevola here." Oh, well, that answers that, doesn't it? Behind his voice, there's the sound of paper being shifted around and coffee perking.

[domina_mira]

"Did you get my message?" Little to no preamble, yes. Her voice is softer than usual, because talking loud hurts her poor, aching head. "I don't remember exactly what I said, and I know I dropped the phone in the pool..."

At this point she realizes the lack of preamble. "It's Elizabeth. Obviously. Hello."