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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She appears on a hospital bed, still wearing scrubs, and hoping that she's in an unoccupied area of the Plane--though she's far too distracted to make sure. She has a little book of matches in her hands, and is sitting cross-legged on the bed. She lights the matches, one by one, and lets them burn down to the stub before dropping them onto the Plane. The look on her face is one of intensity all out of proportion to the task.]

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't believe him.] Right.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Eye roll.] I don't think you're about to set anything on fire. Alright?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. She rubs her eyes with one hand.] Sorry.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Offers her a tight smile.] It's alright. They still got you stuck at that research facility you mentioned?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Yes. [She leans back and props herself up on the bed.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

No chance of them letting you go soon?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...not really. [Stares at the bits of matchbook in his hands with a glum expression.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He hands them back slightly reluctantly. She looks like she wants them more than is usual for a matchbook, and it's not as though he'll have to clean it up after.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[She blinks and then shakes her head, dropping the bits on the bed.]

Sorry. I was just thinking.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He pauses for a moment before replying.]

...about what?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Mm, PANDORA. [She braces herself against the bed.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...is that the research facility?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Yes. [Itches her eye.] I'm there now. Well. When I go back I'll be there.