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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela hasn't left the Plane much from the previous night. In fact, she discretely borrowed Annie's bathtub earlier, and vanished only long enough to get a dress from her closet in Altena. What determination she had last night to get her messages to her friends has faded, and in its place is a dazed and spacy look that is not very Angela-ish at all. All the drugs have finally hit her system and are doing their magic. ]

(Final experiment post! Angela'll be a mess very shortly, and will be mistaking characters for people she knows back home. Possible language, SD3 spoilers, and some violence may take place. Fun~!)

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[lamb_of_gold]

[Moves her hand down to his chest] It's you who are ill, Angela. I think your hands will tell the truth, if if your eyes lie.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Riesz what are you... [ alsdkfja;dflkafjdf ] I'm not into girls like that!

[lamb_of_gold]

[Pushes her hand against his VERY FLAT chest] What do you feel?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

...

Riesz, what happened to your boobs?!

[lamb_of_gold]

Angela, I am Mu. I never had any.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

But... you're... you're...

[ Oh crap, nausea. Angela covers her mouth with a heave. She has nothing left to cough up, though, so she just squeezes her eyes shut and kneels as her legs give out. ]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Goes down with her, pulling her hair out of her face, supports her with one arm and rubs circles on her back with the other] Easy...

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Stop, please stop, please stop...

[ Once the fit stops, Angela takes a deep breath. ] Goddess, it just keeps getting worse. [ Her eyes well up. ] I thought... I was so happy, I thought she was here...

[lamb_of_gold]

[Shifts her so it's more of a hug] Delusions can do that....[And UP he picks her, carrying her to the nearest bed-like thing with ease]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela's found herself in Firo's bed again, but before she lays down, she bops Riesz/Mu in the nose. ]

... That's for before.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Wrinkles his nose] I was simply trying to prevent you from harming yourself further.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Arm fold. ] Didn't anyone ever tell you not to punch girls?

[lamb_of_gold]

Is Gender important?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Of course it is. I have to have kids some day, so don't go punching me in the stomach.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Oh right. Girl parts :/] In my defense, I was aiming for your diaphragm, not your reproductive organs.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Too close for comfort. [ Grimace, she feels a little sick again. ] Goddess, you might be Mu, but it's weird to hear Riesz saying that...

[lamb_of_gold]

[sigh] Rest and I will get you tea for your stomach. [And he's gone, returning a moment later with a very large mug of something that smells like Chamomile]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She accepts the tea quietly, averting her eyes. ] Sorry, I'm being rude. If I look over at you I start feeling nauseous again. You look and sound exactly like Riesz.

[lamb_of_gold]

I understand. I will leave you be if you'd like...

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

It's all right. [ She eyes the tea, wary of putting anything in her system. She really doesn't want to throw up again. ] I wish I knew what was doing this. I feel like hell.

[lamb_of_gold]

The tea is Chamomile. It will ease your stomach.

I thought it may have been your fever, but it doesn't seem to be the case...

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I'll try, but nothing's been staying down. Not even water. I'm only really upright because Firo let me sleep here last night.

[lamb_of_gold]

Sip it slowly then. It's warm, so it should encourage your stomach to relax.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She does so, eyes closed. ]

Thanks, though. For putting up with me.

[lamb_of_gold]

Looking after someone I consider a friend is hardly a chore, Angela.