Re: Wednesday 4:38 AM
The longer she worked, the more Joanie realized that magic was much more tiring than she had previously thought. It was perhaps the fact that she was having to do more complex things. She wasn't about to admit this to Luther, but making these cells was taxing. They had to be strong, which meant that her concentration had to be perfect. She couldn't be distracted, not even a little, and all of her being had to be poured into her work. And melding the corners together was almost worse. She had to feel it in her soul, to move the matter with all her being and mesh it together to create a tight seal. It had taken some trial and error, and though the end products were very good by the finish, the whole thing left her exhausted.
She was crouched over a panel for the fourth cell, hands resting on the edge of its corner. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, and she felt her body begin to wobble from side to side. When she felt a sharp finger prod her shoulder, she gasped, eyes widening as she turned to him. For a moment, she stared at Luther in confusion, as if she wasn't entirely sure why he was there. Then it came flooding back, and she was able to respond like a person.
"Oh, uh. He opens the shop at 9, so around then would be best." Her voice was a bit tired, but she reached for a cup of 1/2 coke, 1/2 coffee. It was a weird idea, she knew, but the taste was so bizarre that it helped keep her on her toes just by existing. Taking a long drink, she gasped, wiping her mouth. "What were we telling him again? Was it the AIDS thing?" She snickered, dragging a hand over her face. "No, I'm kidding. I think."