-66- Where Have All The Good Times Gone

[luckyvalentine]

[there's a big unladylike sneeze-- but luckily not on the journal itself. Don't worry. She at least has the decency to turn her head first.]

...I thought you can't get sick here! What is this... [cough. hack.] ...Isn't this supposed to be some sort of mysterious paradise, with a side of big scary monsters thrown in every once in a while?

Getting sick

Comments

[luckyvalentine]

Art? Are you serious?

[luckyvalentine]

[and eyeroll on her side of the journal]

Are you going to tell me that you are the little punk who did all this?

dictated

[itwas_raining]

[Between the sniffling, the hacking, the coughing, and the sneezing, Julia hears a familiar voice. The first familiar voice she's heard the whole time she's been here (which has now been all of a week, but still). She may have only met the woman once, but it's completely unmistakable.

What. the. --]

... Faye?

dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[Faye, on the other hand, isn't nearly so perceptive. At least not while fumbling for tissues. Give her a minute and it will probably click]

Huh? What?

dictated

[itwas_raining]

[She's, if anything, patient.]

Faye Valentine. We've met.

dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[good... that will most likely be very necessary]

...We have?

[the voice was sounding familiar, but no matter how hard her stuffy brain flipped through the faces she could recall from the castle, none of them were matching up]

[nurse_boy]

[is that the sound of a hollow chuckle you hear?]

[luckyvalentine]

...Something funny?

[nurse_boy]

No, sorry, no ... you just sound a bit pathetic.

[hey look, it's your brother]

[luckyvalentine]

[showing up just when you don't want them around, like brothers do]

Tch. Come over here and I'll show you 'pathetic.'

[...it was probably supposed to sound threatening]

[fastest]

[ Awhile after waking up and having quite a few interesting reactions, Joshua has to go back over some previous entries, of course! And when he sees this, he laughs. ]

That's so...unladylike.

[luckyvalentine]

[...oh holy hell.

She'd heard the rumors, skimmed past telling entries in the journal, couldn't quite forget what she'd seen from the windows of where she'd been holed up in her room in town that day... and still, the sound of that voice causes her stomach to chill dead and sink.

She uses a little bout of coughing to cover up the lengthy uncertain pause that would have been there otherwise. And then she just answers-- she tries not to think, tries to keep her voice light through the sniffling]

...Can you really blame me this time?

[fastest]

I'm awake now, and well rested. I could make you all better, if you like. If they'll let you visit me.

Or were you even paying attention?

[luckyvalentine]

...It's just a cold.

[her only answer to all of it]