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[preachyrose]

Who:  Rose, Leia and OPEN
Where: Infirmary
When: Early afternoon. BEFORE THE HILARITY FEAR GAS INCIDENT
What: Rose points fingers at the Joker.
Warnings: I'll edit, but I doubt it.
Notes: Multiple threads encouraged!

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[willkissawookie]

Leia had been sitting by Rose's side for part of the morning, journal in her lap and looking through a few things while she waited. In her conversation with Howie the previous day, she'd volunteered to speak with Rose about her death so they could put some kind of stop to the murderer. But the Ambassador was nearly nodding off when she heard the soft sound from the blonde in the bed. Quickly, she sat up straight in her chair.

"Rose?" she asked quietly, looking over to the woman, wondering what she could do to perhaps make this process go a littler smoother. "Rose?"

Leia set her journal down in her chair and stood to carefully gauge Rose's condition.

[preachyrose]

Rose laid eyes on the unfamiliar woman and winced slightly, closing her eyes again for the brightness in the room. But she was adjusting slowly and when she was able to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds, she nodded her confirmation.

She opened her mouth to speak, but that brought only pain to her throat and to her face. Though the wounds were not there, she had intense pain still that caused her to wince.

[willkissawookie]

Leia furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at Rose. Quickly, the Ambassador got a glass of water, thinking it was what the other woman wanted. She held it out, now growing a little worried for her.

"My name is Leia, I've been sent by Sergeant Howie to talk to you," she continued quietly. "Can you speak?"

If not, she had her journal with her and things could be written down if necessary.

[preachyrose]

Rose gave a small sigh at the mention of Howie. Of course he wouldn't face her himself, though, if she was going to be honest, she'd admit that she really didn't want to see him, either. But why? Why was she here? She saw flashes of something...of what had happened.

A knife...a man with scars...she shuddered to think about it. About him. She couldn't remember everything he did, but she was starting to think that she didn't want to.

The water was welcome though and she reached out for it, her hands feeling strangely...lifeless. She couldn't hold anything.

[preachyrose]

By the time Loki arrived, Rose had gathered enough strength to sit up for more than a few seconds and had finished the water. At the moment, she was concerned more on staying awake. If the date was as Leia said, then she had already lost one day and she couldn't afford to lose another. It was completely unacceptable.

His presence, however, startled her and she jerked a bit before realizing that it was not the person she thought. Giving him a polite smile- as she did not yet recognize him- she nodded once to his question. Her tongue felt heavy and thick, her mouth still burned, so she didn't trust her speech quite yet.

[preachyrose]

Rose's posture changed only slightly when he revealed his name and she nodded once in acceptance, easily taking that as truth. After all, who would dispute it? She just didn't expect him to have...this form.

The hand over her own made her look down quickly and she winced, pulling hers away in pain. It still hurt from where the man had destroyed it and she clenched her fist slowly, stiffly.

At his last statement, she shook her head. Gods should not be doing things for mortals.