Who: Adele Nottcan and Pansy Parkinsonthg What: Helping Adele back to her room. When: tuesday evening Where: The aquarium tubes and the path between that and Pi Warnings: minor blood
Adele was curled up against the wall of the tube, one hand over her eyes, the other holding the sleeve of her robes to her nose, which was bleeding merrily. At least the robes were black and wouldn't show blood. She tried to block out all the sound and light around her -- everything seemed heightened like this, when the smallest thing sent fresh pain stabbing through her head. She'd managed to keep it together long enough to call for help, even though she just wanted to sleep and possibly cry awhile.
The vision had been fuzzy, unclear. She could only assume that being in a new place, with a different future, was interfering with her Sight. The longer she sat here, though, the more details she seemed able to recall. Maybe she'd know what she'd Seen by morning. For now, she was starting to hear footsteps. It was a little humiliating, to need to be rescued like some fragile thing, by her son's best friend no less. But trying to get back to her room on her own would probably only end in more drama when she passed out halfway.