Room 528, Thursday Morning
Mar. 25th, 2010 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Emma had skipped class yesterday, preferring instead to cocoon herself in a pile of blankets and try to sleep-off her powers hangover. She didn't need to give herself a worse migraine by listening to Professor Dèmon prattle on, no matter how entertaining and well-intentioned he was.
She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.
Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.
[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]
She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.
Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.
[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]
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Date: 2010-03-26 05:34 pm (UTC)She was putting together the tea as she spoke, figuring the promise of painkillers might help her case.
"And wouldn't you rather have my okay to wave at people who barge in here convinced by Deadpool that we found you half-dead?"
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:22 pm (UTC)She reached out delicate hands towards Emma's temples, giving an approving nod at Emma's earrings. "Can you lower your shields for me?" she asked. "Just a bit. Not far at all. I can put up a shield around the room so nothing else can get it while I am."
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:35 pm (UTC)Still, she nodded, leaning back and closing her eyes as she let her own outer mental barriers drop for the other girl. "Just no leaving any graffiti of 'Karla Was Here' in my brain, or I'll put frogs in your bed for a week."
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Date: 2010-03-26 06:54 pm (UTC)Karla also closed her eyes and pressed her fingers against Emma's head. First she probed on the physical level, making sure Emma hadn't sustained any physical injuries in her brain. It had been doubtful, but Karla wasn't about to take that chance. Then she sent her Craft in deeper, checking the contours of Emma's mind.
The magic telepathy, Karla reminded herself channels here were all red and inflamed, much like muscles that had been pulled. Emma's comment of 'spraining her brain' was fairly apt as it went. Fortunately, Emma hadn't done herself any permanent injury, though there were a few places she'd come close. Karla made sure those places weren't in any danger of tearing before she moved on.
"There we go," Karla murmured, opening her eyes and sitting back. "You look pretty good. Not that that is meant as an invitation to do that again."
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Date: 2010-03-26 08:23 pm (UTC)"May I have my tea now, please?"
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Date: 2010-03-26 08:57 pm (UTC)Though the tea she handed over at least smelled appetizing. And Karla didn't hesitate before taking a sip from her own mug.
"So, you said Jack is fussing, too?" Karla asked, deliberately not informing Emma about most of the rules about fussing. "You do realize that once you've given permission, you don't really get to bitch when he does, right?"
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Date: 2010-03-26 09:21 pm (UTC)"And Jack is Jack. I did not give permission. I knew he'd do it anyway, so I tried to make some rules."
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Date: 2010-03-26 09:25 pm (UTC)"So what rules did you make?" she asked. "And, more important, did Jack agree to them?"
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Date: 2010-03-27 03:11 am (UTC)Not telling Karla that she had promised not to move past basic powers without a Healer's permission. Because Karla had already said she was fine, so that part of the rules had already been met.
Rules made it easier to get away with things.
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Date: 2010-03-27 03:18 am (UTC)"Those sound like decent rules," Karla said, making a mental note to have Morton fill Jack in on the proper rules of fussing. She hadn't yet realized why that introduction might not go all that well. "Usually you can get the rules to include that he has to bring chocolate and delicious things to eat while he's fussing, by the way."
That didn't count as telling Emma rules!
"What kind of quiet, inside, maleless fun did you have in mind?" Karla asked. Somewhere, 'Dite was facepalming at the lack of innuendo in that question.
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Date: 2010-03-27 03:33 am (UTC)"Reading, mostly. Naps without him hovering, or doing homework or watching a movie. Perhaps plotting my revenge for when I'm up and mobile again. Nothing sordid."
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Date: 2010-03-27 04:45 am (UTC)"What has your devious little brain been devising?"
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Date: 2010-03-27 04:52 am (UTC)And see something other than Briarwood, really.
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Date: 2010-03-27 05:06 am (UTC)Then Karla realized that she had probably just made no sense at all.
"Okay, so Amdarh is the capitol city of Dhemlan. Every person who lives in Amdarh owes a tithe to the District Queen, who in turn owes a tithe to the Province Queen--though I think Zhara, Amdarh's Queen, is both Province and Disctrict but anyway--and they all, in turn, owe tithes to Saetan because he's the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan. So, if he wants, Saetan can go shopping in Dhemlan and anything he buys, the shopkeep will subtract from his tithe to Zhara and she'll subtract that amount from her tithes to Saetan. Uncle Saetan says that if I do have this trip, he'll put the amount of money he usually sends me as the Queen's Gift towards credit in Amdarh, so people can go shopping there and I don't go through all of his tithes!"
Because the SaDiablos were so concerned about funds, really.
"Did that make any more sense?" Karla asked a beat later.
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