004. Voice/Action // Forward dated to this evening

[magiconcehad]

[The camera shows nothing but the tree branches above, though there's someone nearby, judging by the quiet groans and something that might have been a whimper. This goes on for a couple minutes, then there's the sound of movement, and then a hand flies into view, lazily - or perhaps just dizzily - slapping down on the journal. There's the sound of

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[cakeblocked]

You're telling me...

[Luke's lived with massive migraines for most of his life. It's like a thing for him now, even though he doesn't have them near as much anymore, and have pretty much stopped when he came to Luceti.

... Still, Linday's return worries him, and he's already standing and pulling on a coat as well as grabbing an extra one. He just came in from the cold, having finished a day of mikan picking, and has barely even warmed up. But still... She sounds like she needs help.]

Where are you right now, Lindsay?

[magiconcehad]

H-hey, Luke... [There's a vague surge of sort-of satisfaction at the agreement - it's hard to scrape together any truly powerful emotions when her thoughts are dazedly drifting all over the place. The cold isn't helping her feel any less sluggish.

He's one of the first people to speak to her, like he was the person who helped her when she first got here and suggested she live by him before she decided to stay with Yeager, but he was still just a floor below so she still got to say hi and then she saw him during that fairy tale experimetn where...

Him saying her name knocks her out of her meandering train of thought.]

H-huh? Where...? [Where was she. Right. Thylos is looking around. It helps her focus a little] O-outside... [That earns her a cat glare. You can do better than that, even out of it, Lindsay.] Mm.... S-s-slides... and sw-wings...

[So, near the playground. Within viewing distance, at least.]

[cakeblocked]

The playground? All right, I'll be there soon.

[And with that, he's off. He'll try to hurry, too: he knows what it's like to have an awful migraine, especially when you're having one in the cold. It's not fun. At all.]

[magiconcehad]

Mm...

[She won't be going anywhere anytime soon, though she will be curling up a little tighter, burying her head in her arms.]

[greatinspector]

Yep. Sometimes I feel that way myself. Its pretty crappy if you ask me.

[Zenigata pauses, not entirely sure of what to say. Its been a while since he's talked to this kid, but figures its his job to attempt to take care of the problem]

Where are you Ms. Ballard? I can get ya a jacket in a heartbeat.

[magiconcehad]

Y-yeah... I just... w-wish it would s-s-stop...

[Vaguely familiar voice, not that Lindsay's really feeling up to picking out the "where"s and "when"s right now. Thanks to Thylos's earlier prodding with Luke though, details about her location are a little easier to pull together.]

I'm... th-there's the playground... I think...

[greatinspector]

On my way.

[Zenigata is doing that thing where he again charges off to look for people. He's carrying a jacket, and some aspirin. He doesn't live that far from the playground at all.]

[magiconcehad]

[As much as she's complaining, it might be better for Lindsay in the long run to avoid any more medication until the drugs left over from her kidnapping are out of her system. She'll appreciate the sentiment though, once she's aware enough to think about it.]

R-right... Thanks...

voice

[consultmybooks]

[An irritated huff sounds over the journal before Rupert picks it up off the ground, dusts it off, and addresses whoever this is.] The white coats gotta know that dropping people off without a sweater is bad!

voice

[magiconcehad]

[White coats...? People in white coats... scientists?

She's still cold though, and... sweater though...]

A s-s-sweater works t-too...

[Sorry, she's still a little out of it.]

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[consultmybooks]

They got lots of sweaters in the clothes shop. A shoemaker elf runs it. I've got one. It's really warm. D'you want me to bring you one before your fingers fall off?

voice

[magiconcehad]

[About the only part of that that actually registered was the possibility of getting something warmer.]

Y-yeah. Please...

[pugilistinpink]

Hey... where are ya? [Geez, this person isn't in good shape.]

[magiconcehad]

[That's a new voice she doesn't quite recognize... except the in passing maybe on the journals or something... She can't really find it in her to be wary or anything right now, though...]

B-by the playground... I think...

[pugilistinpink]

[Hm - thankfully, that was not all too far from Seventh Heaven, and he had only just stepped out of the restaurant after a pleasant meal.

Okay, uh... I'll try t'be there in a couple minutes, yeah? [All he knew is that he was speaking to a girl, which then prompted the question:] What's y'name?

[magiconcehad]

O-okay....

[They'll be there soon. Right. ...Then there's a nudge from Thylose beside her. Oh, right. He asked a question... Name's an easy one, at least.]

Lindsay.

[Action]

[pigtailed_loli]

[Anise had been at the playground already and comes running as she hears Lindsay. She bends down, placing a hand worriedly onto Lindsay's forehead.]

What's wrong? Are you sick?

[Action]

[magiconcehad]

[Lindsay flinches away a little from the unexpected hand, though she realizes a few moments later she recognizes the voice. She doesn't feel any warmer than normal, though perhaps a little cold from being dumped outside by the Malnosso droids.]

N-no... 'm back...

[She's back... not with the Malnosso anymore...]

[Action]

[pigtailed_loli]

[Anise frowns at the reaction and takes a little step back. She keeps her hand outstretched through, ready to help Lindsay stand up.]

Your back? Did you pull a muscle?

[Action]

[magiconcehad]

No...

[She shakes her head for empahsis. Why the hell were they talking about muscles...]

'm... I'm not there... [And as an afterthought] I'm cold...