Dossier Four

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is, for a change of pace, in the coliseum! In one of the empty lion pens off of the coliseum floor, as a matter of fact, practicing her violin in time with a recording of someone playing a piano.

She has a black eye and, half-hidden under her hair, a handspan bruise on the side of her neck. Otherwise, she looks entirely composed.]

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. [Covers her eye with one hand.] I-it's fine.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[Not gonna press it, buuut...]

You should put an ice pack on that. Or a cold cloth.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. [Pokes at it gently and winces.] I... think it'll be all right.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

The sooner you take care if it, the sooner it'll go away.

[Have an abrupt change of topic!]

I'm sorry I haven't been able to return those clothes yet.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rolls wid it.] It's all right, really. No one even noticed they were gone.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I'd feel better if I gave them back eventually. I would have already but... there aren't exactly a lot of working laundromats in town.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Thoughtfully] I wonder if there's one here? Rico and I do our laundry together, so I wouldn't use it, but it would be nice for people like you.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

If there was, that'd make things a lot easier.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I wonder if they have requisition forms here?