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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is sitting at a table, chin resting on her hands, staring directly at the door. Except the door isn't there.

After the last couple of days, this is the last thing she needs.

Come bother her before she starts weeping.

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[lastczarnian]

"Hey."

[cywyllog]

"Hello, Lobo."

[lastczarnian]

"Wassup, girl?" He watches her, brow raised.

[cywyllog]

"The door." She says sadly. "It is gone."

[prettyhelen]

She looks like she could use a friend, or at least, some tea, so Helen drops by. "Good evening."

[cywyllog]

She looks up at the woman and tries to smile.

"Good evening."

[prettyhelen]

Helen smiles gently back. "Can I get you anything this evening? Tea? Coffee? Food? Some kind of alcohol?"

[cywyllog]

"Tea, please." She feels a little badly about having someone get her a drink, even if she does recognize Helen as being a waitress.

[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm's noticed lately that his arrival usually just brings on the tears anyway. That's probably going to really mess with his head someday. But, until then--

"Hello, Lady Cywyllog, how are you?"

Well, he says it happily, anyway. We'll see how long the good cheer lasts.

[cywyllog]

"The door is gone."

[spooky_shrink]

"The do--?"

"Oh. I can't see it. I forget sometimes."

Then the full weight of what that means hits him. He puts a hand on hers for a moment and sits across from her--but out of eyesight from where he's been told the door is.

"I'm very sorry, Cywyllog."

[cywyllog]

She looks at him helplessly.

"I do not want to stay here."

[maid_of_astolat]

"Cywyllog?" Elaine comes up tentatively and places her hand on the other woman's shoulder.

"You look distressed." Her shift hasn't started yet, but she gets her a cup of tea and sits down next to her.

[cywyllog]

"Oh, hello Elaine." She looks up. "The door. Bound, I think."

[maid_of_astolat]

"Again? Oh, I'm sorry." She hugs Cywyllog gently. "It probably won't be for long." Elaine tries to sound reassuring.

[cywyllog]

She hugs back. She needs a hug.

"I hope not. It really is not a good time."

[steak_man]

Cypher is in a hovering mode tonight.

He's standing somewhere behind her, probably near the fireplace, which is almost stupid because it reminds him of her.

He's staring where she's staring, except he can see the door.

And he's plotting his next move, which should happen any minute now.

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is, of course, oblivious to his presence. Th eonly thing that matters right now is that the door is gone, and who knows how long she'll be stuck here this time?

[steak_man]

Hokay, ol' boy, hop to it.

Cypher crosses to her and sits at one of the chairs at her table.

"Uh. Hi."

[cywyllog]

"I do not see the door anymore." She speaks quietly and doesn't change where she's looking.