One of those day in the life things...

[notarrowette]

Who: Cissie King-Jones and YOU!
What: Barge wanderings. Tag me, people!
Where: Anywhere!
When: Anytime this weekend after the Arthas stuff is resolved
Warnings: None. ...Yet.

Multiples welcome, new and old CR equally encouraged, and feel free to add your own place/time if necessary! (And yes, Cissie's hair is still chopped off, and friends are

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Anytime: Cissie's room, or the hall

[notarrowette]

[If she hasn't been anywhere specific, she's been hiding in her room. Friends are free to visit! Or run into her in the hall, or make up your own location!]

Cissie's room, afternoon

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha looked better. She'd at least managed to catch a bit of sleep which was something that had seemed impossible not very long ago. It was probably just her body finally deciding to give out, and the fact that she actually felt safe when she had done so. However, the lengthy sleep had only served to remind her that she needed to check in on Cissie and see how she was doing. The two of them had shared this experience, and Martha was worried that they were sharing the same sort of nightmares.

She hoped not, Martha really did, but just in case she'd stopped by her friend's room with a thermos full of tea and a pint of ice cream. Paddy's visit to the infirmary earlier this week had reminded her just how much ice cream could help these sort of things, and she was more than willing to sacrifice a pint to the cause. The knock on the door was careful and tentative: if Cissie was sleeping, the last thing Martha wanted to do was wake her.]

Re: Cissie's room, afternoon

[notarrowette]

[Cissie was not sleeping; she was laying on her stomach on her bed, reading and snuggling with her cat when the knock came at her door. She nearly called out for whoever it was to come in, before catching herself; it was bad enough she'd been caught off guard by Arthas earlier this week. She didn't need to go inviting trouble in. She set her book aside and went to pull the door open a crack.

When she saw it was Martha, she pulled the door open wide, smiling happily.] Martha! Hi. Come on in.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha waited patiently until the door was open that crack and then she inclined her head and smiled. When the door was pulled wide, Martha took a step in and she quickly hugged her friend, being careful with the embrace not to place either the warm tea or the cold ice cream on Cissie's back.]

I thought you could use ice cream and a bit of a chat.