she's got the jack (copia) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-28 09:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !thread, mathieu rozenkatz, vereessa lan |
I look a little bit older
Who: Vereessa Lan & Open
What: A rather sick day in the life.
Where: Several places.
When: Nov 28 (Sagittarius 6)
Rating: PG?
Status: In progress
Commoners District, Morning Glory Cafe.- 9:00 am.
Morning came with the distressingly familiar sense of weakness. The first thing Lan did was drink the potion by her nightstand, as she was also fearing it would become custom. It did work, but only marginally, and as she had noticed, she would soon need something better. Stronger.
That morning, as well as many of the mornings to come were scheduled to be light, but Lan refused to lie down, refused to just be a sick person. She needed to move and do things, and therefore there she was, up and about, going through a grocery list and making sure the Lounge would at least be properly stocked in case this disease ended up interfering with commerce.
About an hour into it though, Lan was ready to go faint somewhere, so she decided to sit on the porch of some little nice café and sip a tea, thoroughly ignoring how the sounds were too loud and the lights were to bright, dark glasses or not, and how she might or might not puke all over her tea in the next five minutes.
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???, Thieves Guild.- 3:30 pm.
The Thieves Guild was not, by Lan’s definition, a place you went when you wanted to hide. Sure, it was difficult enough to just get in there (and her feeling like utter crap did not help one bit) but all in all, it was probably the worst place for someone not fully functional to go and lick her wounds, considering the company. She had a lot of love for the place and her guild members, but still thought half of them were spineless rats.
But there she was anyway.
It seemed that at least her timing had been good, as the place looked fairly empty, although you never knew with them. For the time being, Lan would simply try to pass the time between medicine doses by throwing knives at a board. The quietness of the place and the fact she actually didn’t need to stand made the exercise easier, at least.
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Baazar district, Lan's Lounge.- 8:50 pm.
It wasn’t even late that night but Lan was already feeling like curling up somewhere quiet (her room, most likely) and just die. The Lounge had most of the usuals that night, and while the place was lively, it wasn’t really loud. People knew people that wasn’t faring so good, and despite the booze and the music (softer than usual by Lan’s request) there was a heavy atmosphere that covered the place from time to time.
Lan herself didn’t really feel like entertaining, and so was simply leaning on the staircase, perhaps her favorite spot, keeping an eye on things, as well as making her best attempt not to give her aching legs a chance to give up on her and drop her in the middle of the room. She had heard the rumors though; what she was feeling was bad enough, but it got worse, much worse. The idea of hallucinations and probably ending up dead was far from pleasurable.
She was going to visit another white mage tomorrow, keep her contacts on the lookout for any news of a cure or at least some explanation. But for now, she was going to be very quiet there and act like nothing was wrong. Or at least try.