Dossier Thirty

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is hidden in one of the stalls of the bathrooms in the coliseum, puking into the toilet. She's sweating, shivering, her eyes slightly unfocused.] It's changed a lot, I guess. That's my fault, though. [Urk, shouldn't have tried talking to herself. She heaves again, but nothing else comes up.]

...ah...I guess that's a good thing.




[[Tags will be slow, as I'm still churning away on assignments, but I was going crazy with boredom and this is a good way to reward myself between sections of essay. Oh, and Henrietta is de-angeled and back at the Agency now.]]

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Hanging around outside the stalls—that voice sounds familiar :|]

...Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[WHAT IS HE DOING IN THE WOMEN'S BATHROOM? Er. I mean--]

[Henrietta freezes and holds her breath, which actually takes effort now that she's not all, you know, angelified.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[OUTSIDE THE DOOR THEN FINE, JEEZ B|]

[knocks]

Still in there?

[contract_star]

[Following the sounds of UTTER MISERY.]

...Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[N-NOT UTTER. D: At the sound of a voice like Jose's, she staggers to her feet and almost runs out of the bathroom, bumping straight into Hei.] A-ah? Oh! Oh, signore Hei, of course.

[contract_star]

[Grabs her by the shoulders so she doesn't fall over.]

Henrietta, what happened?

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

[Also following the misery.]

H-Henrietta-chan! What happened?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[adjsk someone who can actually come into the women's restroom] Oh, no, nothing, I'm all right.

[Leaning on the wall of the stall, sweating like mad--oh yes, very convincing.]

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

You're not okay, though! I could bring you some medicine, or some tea at least...

[ghostlighter]

[What the— Staying outside the room, yes, but definitely hovering worriedly outside. Not literally, though.]

... Henrietta?

(ooc: Placeholder. B| Bed for me.)

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ack, all of these people.] I'm okay, signore!

[[FINE. BE THAT WAY.]]

[ghostlighter]

[Silently mouths 'Signore?' then shakes his head.] You don't sound it. What's going on?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[Fumie happened to be investigating the area and hears.]

Ah, hello?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.] Signorina Fumie?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[Peeks in, frowning.] Ahh! You're a mess! What happened? Do you have a stomach bug?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[WHO KNOWS WHY THE DOCTOR WAS HERE but he is.]

Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ack.] I'm okay! [Trying to tidy herself up a bit before going outside.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Frowning.] That didn't sound like what I would define as "okay."

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

[Sealink crawls under the door, and sits next to her, rubbing cautiously against her leg. She's definitely ready to back off though if she hurls again.] Something you ate, hon?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She's all right at the moment, at least. Henrietta pets Sealink, scratching her ears between strokes.] I'm just a little sick, I guess.

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Sounded like you were more than a little sick.

[lamb_of_gold]

[LURKITY LURK LURK VON LURKENSTEIN]

Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Ack, it is child!Mu. MUST BE PRESENTABLE. She straightens herself out and splashes her face with some water from the sink before peeking out of the bathroom door.] Hello, signore Mu.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[One was exploring, and like others he is drawn to misery (though not in such a benevolent way). He also has no concept of respecting personal space, and ascertaining that she is in fact puking, just phases through the door to look at her with vague interest.]

What now?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Glares up at him.] None of your business.