Dossier Seventeen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She's in the swimming pool, fully clothed (except for her sweater, shoes and socks, which are sitting by the side of the pool) and floating on her back. There's a look of confusion on her face; she starts to sink, flounders for a moment, and then makes it to the edge, grabbing on to pull herself out. It takes a couple of attempts, weighed down as she is by soaked clothes.

When she finally pulls herself our, she flops onto her back on the plane, one wrist laying gently over her eyes.]

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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Squirt! What in the world... [ Angela caught the tail end involving her scrambling out and flopping. She'll be vanishing and reappearing with some towels, then helping Henrietta sit up while she attempts to dry her off. ] You'll get sick, hanging around in those wet clothes.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm human. [She gives Angela a confused look, submitting to the attempt to dry her without protest.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She wraps her in one of the towels before seeing about getting her hair dry. She closes her eyes momentarily and a gentle wind stirs up, which she directs with her hands. Yep, her magic's back. ] Were you anything else before?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm supposed to be a cyborg. That's what I am. [Not depressed or anything, just... in shock.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

A cyborg? [ No idea what that is, but Angela understands her confusion. ] You're probably going through an experiment, kiddo. It should right itself in a few days.

[ She clicks her tongue, more to herself than anything else. ] Those clothes are soaked through. We should get you into something dry so you don't catch a cold.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...okay. [Drapes a towel over her head]


[[Your icon has been glitched. |D It is a guy playing guitar.]]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto hovers for a moment, eventually taking his chances and approaching, keeping his hand inside his jacket just in case.] You probably should've put something else on if you wanted to go swimming. Not hurt, are you?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela hums to herself, thinking. ] Stay right here.

[ She winks out, and after a few minutes, she's back again, with a pink dress and some undies that look to be around Henrietta's size. ] These were mine when I was smaller. Hopefully they'll fit. Since you can't go back to your world... Hmm, the ballroom's not far. We'll get you changed there.

(( Darn glitches. Hopefully it's fixed now. ))

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at him, vaguely surprised.] No... I wanted to see if I would float.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Can you usually float?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[o_o] That's a pretty dress.


[[It is!]]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No. My modifications-- [pause] They're too heavy. But they're gone.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I didn't think you could. [He pauses, crouching down next to her.] Being human isn't so bad, you know.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She sits up.] I don't know how to be. I'm still supposed to protect Signore Jose. But they said replacing everything might not be worth it, because it might just kill me, or they'd have to start from scratch. They don't know what to do with me.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, what do you like doing?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I like cooking and sewing. I like target practice and drills and being with Signore Jose.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Well, you could still cook and sew without a problem. And spend time with Signore Jose. The rest you should probably avoid at first... you could always get someone to get you an air rifle, or something. Lots of kids have them.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

It's one of the few ones I didn't destroy when I was a kid.

[ She offers a hand to help Henrietta up. ]

[contract_star]

Ah...it's best not to go swimming in your clothes. They get heavy fast.

Are you alright?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I can't though. Signore Jose is my fratello. [Staring into space now] They might take me away from him now.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Takes it and stumbles to her feet, towel still draped over her head.] Why would you destroy pretty dresses?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore... [She sits up] I'm not a cyborg any more.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Does he still want you around?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I've been in the medical wing. Signore Jean won't let him in.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

I used to get into a lot of trouble. I'd play in the mud and the snow a lot. That and I didn't like skirts, so I cut them off now and then.