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?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nnk, can't hold her breath any more. A little gasp of air.] Y...yes.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[A pause; it'd be silly to ask if everything is all right, when it clearly isn't]

Mind if I come in?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stands up quickly and tries to make herself presentable, scrubbing her mouth on the back of her hand. She comes out, instead, and musters up a smile.] Hello, signore.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...doesn't look entirely convinced.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Still smiling?] How are you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Well enough. You?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[|D?] I'm all right. Triela was really happy that I came back. Rico too. I thought maybe they would give her a new roommate, but I got to move back in with her.

[contract_star]

[Following the sounds of UTTER MISERY.]

...Henrietta?

[coil-legacy.livejournal.com]

[Also following the misery.]

H-Henrietta-chan! What happened?

[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.

[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.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[...hm.]

Everything's gone smoothly, then? No one's been giving you a hard time?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, not at all. [This is her face of cheerful lies. She is good at that face.]

[contract_star]

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

Henrietta, what happened?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Might I ask, then, why you're sick in the lavatory?

[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]

[The answer comes almost before he's done speaking.] I'm being reconditioned. They modified the procedure while I was gone.

[...doh. She winces.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Smiling at him] Ah, I went back. I'm not an angel any more, so signore Crowley decided it would be a good idea for me to go back to the Social Welfare Agency.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

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

[[FINE. BE THAT WAY.]]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Have an epic :| face, Henrietta]

Anything else I should know about?

[ghostlighter]

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

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Shakes her head and stares at the ground]