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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the plane in a huddle, muttering to herself. She looks ill. Everything about her seems dull, like someone took an eraser to a sketch of a gray cat and couldn't scrub the image away.]

I don't like this. I don't like this, ladies and gents.

[She sneezes, and there's a flash of light around her. She curls into a ball and starts shivering.]




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Comments

[ghostlighter]

Hey... You okay? [Kneeling down to her worriedly. His narrator seems to have left for now, thankfully. B|] What's going on?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shiver] I'm fine, Chris. [For a moment, just a moment, it sounds like two voices speaking at once, Cy's and some other, male and distorted.]

[ghostlighter]

[For a moment, he freezes. Despite the distortion, the other voice sounded familiar.] ... what happened to Falkenburg?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Scoops her up] You're unwell, little one.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her body temperature rolls between unnaturally hot and chilled. She shudders.] All the bats in my belfry are flying around.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Lets his cosmo burn at a low ebb, hopefully keeping her warm] Did you eat something upsetting?

[contract_star]

Cy? What happened to you?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a watery-eyed look.] I broke. They're importing replacement parts.

[contract_star]

[Crouches down and starts stroking her ears.] Replacement parts, huh? Hopefully they arrive soon.

Anything I can do to make you feel better in the meantime?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto crouches down next to her, tentatively reaching down to stroke her fur.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Shivers, her body heat fluctuating almost with every stroke.] Hi-ho Mr. Jones.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto frowns, shrugging off his suit jacket, and bundling Cy up in it before picking her up.] Hope you haven't come down with anything too serious. Cats are prone to some pretty nasty diseases, apparently.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

What was that? Are you ... okay? [He kneels beside the cat-thing.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

The northern lights. [She makes a chuffing noise.] I'm dandelion, Zuko.

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

You're what? [She's sick. D: He pets her uncertainly.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[swiftly kneels down, gently wrapping his arms around her]

Cy, what's happened?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her temperature swings like a pendulum, unnaturally quick from one extreme to the other.] They got me good this time.

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

Heeeh... you don't look so good.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

No more do you, pinhead. [She huddles down moodily]

[didorothy]

Hey. [picks up cat and pets] Don't tell me you have worms. I don't think I can afford to get you to a vet. And you really wouldn't want to hear what a vet would say about a cat like you.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Huddles against him] It'll come for you too, Sam. It's leaking out everywhere, fluid words and whispers.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You look like Hell, Cheshire.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Grumbling] M'not a mirror y'know.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Talking and a light show. If you could do windows, you'd have yourself a great business there.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She hisses half-heartedly.]