10-26-2013, 02:37 PM
Thursday morning Sid wakes up in her truck. The sky is still dark and she is warm and uncomfortable stretched across the bench seat, covered in a blanket that isn't hers. For a moment she lays there, uncomprehending. It all comes back in a rush. Eric. Pain in her neck. The relief in her stomach (and in her spirit, her heart, a relieving of her anger). The hooded figure. If she were well Sid woul bolt upright, but she's not, so it takes her a bit to sit up, and she looks around to see
blood. Everywhere. Covering the dash, soaking the blanket, melting out of the dashb-
She blinks and it's gone, and she frowns. Ah, the hallucinations. She's come to this point as well, and just when she's in the final stretch of her research. At least everything else is there, including the bag, including it's oh so precious cargo. A breath escapes her on a sigh, misting faintly in the pre-dawn cold, then tightens, constricts around an oncoming spasm of coughing. Quickly quickly, Sid finds the tissues stuffed in the pocket of her hoody so she can cover her mouth. The other hand seeks out and finds her phone, sends out messages.
To Luke she politely requests: Please come get me. Parked on south side of sci bldg Auraria.
To Jim she tells: Meet at Luke's practice. Want you. She does not say need, even though she does.
He can't see her start to cry as the weight she's been fighting all this time finally starts to bear down on her. That she's hurt, she's sick, the sickest she's been since ever, and the person she wants more than anything to come find her isn't even in this state, thinks she's dead, probably wouldn't come even if she knew Sid was alive.
When Luke finds her she's curled up in her car, back against the passenger seat, the blanket wrapped tight around her. He has to help her out, has to give her his shoulder so she can make it the few steps over to his own vehicle, has to help ease her down into a seat. Just before he closes the door she clutches at his sleeve, tells him to go inside, here are the keys, she threw up...everywhere and it needs to be cleaned up because oh god if this spreads any more...Luke will find nothing inside, though, the place where she tangled with the man who infected her (who she infected right back, that asshole, that fucker, that monster) has been cleaned up as though nothing ever happened.
Must have been the girl, she says, murmering, her forehead pressed to the window of the vehicle, her eyes squeezed tight to ward off the tide of red that threatens to cover everything she sees.
Jim is waiting for them at the office in Auraria, and Sid shifts from Luke to lean against the Ecstatic instead. She needs to lay down, she says, she needs to rest even though she just woken from the most complete and solid sleep she's had in over about a week.
"This," she says, looking down as she unwraps herself from the strange blanket. "It was," she starts thoughtfully before looking up at the Disciples. "Maybe if you use this you can find her. And if you find her, you might find Eric, and if you find Eric you might find..." but she stops, because she's so tired and she's so sick and she's so scared to hope that her friends might be found at last. Besides, she' can't scry herself so she doesn't know precisely what components might be needed, what might help. What she does know is that in movies when the pack of law enforcement sends the hounds they give them the scent of their quarry first. So maybe...
Sid leaves it in their hands and she lays down, curling up on her side with her face away from the wall and toward something left for her in case she wakes up with a sudden and intense need to relieve the contents of her stomach. And while she rests, Jim works. Even if she knew what he planned she would not resist it, reluctant as she may be for him to take on this burden. They are running out of time.
She wakes up a little later and she feels lighter for some reason. Her body still aches and shakes a little, but her mind feels sharper, clearer than it has for days. Clearer than it has ever. She feels better, but she doesn't smile because she sees him. Jim. Sitting somewhere suffering for her. She goes to him and if she could she would kiss him. Instead she wraps her arms around his shoulders and holds him close, grateful and loving and comforting.
They can't stay like that, though. Jim's relieved her of the psychological burden of this sickness but it still ravages her system. It's still breaking down Grace. Sid gets up.
She has work to do.
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niko @ 1:55PM
[Wednesday: int+science, no wound penalty (Jim), diff -2 (Jim)]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 4 ) Re-rolls: 1 [WP] VALID
niko @ 1:55PM
[And another because let's do this]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 4 [WP] VALID
niko @ 1:56PM
[uh, Thursday just in case?]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9) ( success x 2 ) VALID
Samael @ 1:56PM
GO SID GO! Cure the shit out of that thing!
niko @ 1:57PM
No wait, those days are wrong, the first is Thursday, the second is Friday.
niko @ 1:57PM
[And Saturday because why not]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (3, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 4 ) [WP] VALID
niko @ 1:57PM
I hope that is enough to cure this thang
Samael @ 1:59PM
Witnessed!
niko @ 1:59PM
Thanks!
niko @ 1:59PM
And thanks, Jim!
blood. Everywhere. Covering the dash, soaking the blanket, melting out of the dashb-
She blinks and it's gone, and she frowns. Ah, the hallucinations. She's come to this point as well, and just when she's in the final stretch of her research. At least everything else is there, including the bag, including it's oh so precious cargo. A breath escapes her on a sigh, misting faintly in the pre-dawn cold, then tightens, constricts around an oncoming spasm of coughing. Quickly quickly, Sid finds the tissues stuffed in the pocket of her hoody so she can cover her mouth. The other hand seeks out and finds her phone, sends out messages.
To Luke she politely requests: Please come get me. Parked on south side of sci bldg Auraria.
To Jim she tells: Meet at Luke's practice. Want you. She does not say need, even though she does.
He can't see her start to cry as the weight she's been fighting all this time finally starts to bear down on her. That she's hurt, she's sick, the sickest she's been since ever, and the person she wants more than anything to come find her isn't even in this state, thinks she's dead, probably wouldn't come even if she knew Sid was alive.
When Luke finds her she's curled up in her car, back against the passenger seat, the blanket wrapped tight around her. He has to help her out, has to give her his shoulder so she can make it the few steps over to his own vehicle, has to help ease her down into a seat. Just before he closes the door she clutches at his sleeve, tells him to go inside, here are the keys, she threw up...everywhere and it needs to be cleaned up because oh god if this spreads any more...Luke will find nothing inside, though, the place where she tangled with the man who infected her (who she infected right back, that asshole, that fucker, that monster) has been cleaned up as though nothing ever happened.
Must have been the girl, she says, murmering, her forehead pressed to the window of the vehicle, her eyes squeezed tight to ward off the tide of red that threatens to cover everything she sees.
Jim is waiting for them at the office in Auraria, and Sid shifts from Luke to lean against the Ecstatic instead. She needs to lay down, she says, she needs to rest even though she just woken from the most complete and solid sleep she's had in over about a week.
"This," she says, looking down as she unwraps herself from the strange blanket. "It was," she starts thoughtfully before looking up at the Disciples. "Maybe if you use this you can find her. And if you find her, you might find Eric, and if you find Eric you might find..." but she stops, because she's so tired and she's so sick and she's so scared to hope that her friends might be found at last. Besides, she' can't scry herself so she doesn't know precisely what components might be needed, what might help. What she does know is that in movies when the pack of law enforcement sends the hounds they give them the scent of their quarry first. So maybe...
Sid leaves it in their hands and she lays down, curling up on her side with her face away from the wall and toward something left for her in case she wakes up with a sudden and intense need to relieve the contents of her stomach. And while she rests, Jim works. Even if she knew what he planned she would not resist it, reluctant as she may be for him to take on this burden. They are running out of time.
She wakes up a little later and she feels lighter for some reason. Her body still aches and shakes a little, but her mind feels sharper, clearer than it has for days. Clearer than it has ever. She feels better, but she doesn't smile because she sees him. Jim. Sitting somewhere suffering for her. She goes to him and if she could she would kiss him. Instead she wraps her arms around his shoulders and holds him close, grateful and loving and comforting.
They can't stay like that, though. Jim's relieved her of the psychological burden of this sickness but it still ravages her system. It's still breaking down Grace. Sid gets up.
She has work to do.
=====
niko @ 1:55PM
[Wednesday: int+science, no wound penalty (Jim), diff -2 (Jim)]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (2, 3, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 4 ) Re-rolls: 1 [WP] VALID
niko @ 1:55PM
[And another because let's do this]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 10, 10, 10, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 4 [WP] VALID
niko @ 1:56PM
[uh, Thursday just in case?]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9) ( success x 2 ) VALID
Samael @ 1:56PM
GO SID GO! Cure the shit out of that thing!
niko @ 1:57PM
No wait, those days are wrong, the first is Thursday, the second is Friday.
niko @ 1:57PM
[And Saturday because why not]
Roll: 8 d10 TN8 (3, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9) ( success x 4 ) [WP] VALID
niko @ 1:57PM
I hope that is enough to cure this thang
Samael @ 1:59PM
Witnessed!
niko @ 1:59PM
Thanks!
niko @ 1:59PM
And thanks, Jim!