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realityshifted2014-10-04 04:49 pm
grip_on_reality) wrote in realityshifted2014-10-04 04:49 pm
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[in the library, Menzies is sitting in a chair with a book in her lap, but that is everything about her appearance today that could be considered somewhat normal. at the moment, she isn't reading the book. in fact, what she is doing right now is staring at the floor as though she expects something on it to be staring back at her. she's even pulled her legs up to curl them underneath her in the chair, like she's in the middle of one of those jokes about the floor being lava]
[anyone who takes a closer look at her will notice a number of other strange factors in her normally-neat appearance, too. she's dressed casually in jeans and a blouse, her hair pulled back, but it's partially falling out of the hair tie, her clothing is rumpled, and her expression is one of weariness mixed with frustration. there are dark circles under her eyes, too. she obviously hasn't been sleeping well, and she looks suspiciously like she might have been napping in those clothes recently]
Damnit, what is that? What the hell are you!?
[also, she is shouting at the floor. because she is quite possibly at her wit's end at this point and has apparently ceased to care whether someone might overhear. either that or she's just assuming no one is around--incorrectly, as it turns out. still, from the state of her, wise characters might not approach her today...but then again, is wisdom really a strong suit for most residents of the Plane?]
[anyone who takes a closer look at her will notice a number of other strange factors in her normally-neat appearance, too. she's dressed casually in jeans and a blouse, her hair pulled back, but it's partially falling out of the hair tie, her clothing is rumpled, and her expression is one of weariness mixed with frustration. there are dark circles under her eyes, too. she obviously hasn't been sleeping well, and she looks suspiciously like she might have been napping in those clothes recently]
Damnit, what is that? What the hell are you!?
[also, she is shouting at the floor. because she is quite possibly at her wit's end at this point and has apparently ceased to care whether someone might overhear. either that or she's just assuming no one is around--incorrectly, as it turns out. still, from the state of her, wise characters might not approach her today...but then again, is wisdom really a strong suit for most residents of the Plane?]
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[but at Jacqli's apology, she looks back up at her in surprise. and then she gives her an actual wry smile--the first smile of any sort that she's properly managed all conversation--and throws her own words back at her] You know, you don't owe me an apology either. [though she appreciates the sentiment, especially coming from Jacqli as it is]
Just... [she pauses, trying to think of what a next step could even be in a situation like this] Keep an eye out for anybody else with similar...symptoms, would you?
[she knows full well that an experiment like this could be affecting her alone, but treating it more like a case than some sort of Plane vendetta against her makes it easier. still, thinking just of her own plans, she sighs and says resignedly:] Otherwise...I guess I'll just 'ave to see 'ow long it lasts. [trying for optimism, she adds:] You know this place--it's bound to get bored eventually. [her attempt at a smile now, however, is much less successful, and instead just looks strained and weary]