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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~!)

Comments

[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.