Who: Wendy & Albuscan What: ~Talking~, trying to calm Albus down, etc. Where: Wendy’s room in Gamma. When: Monday night (backdated) Warnings: None. Status: In progress.
It seemed as if every day here in the Compound provided Wendy with even more new and overwhelming information. Each time she thought she was getting a handle on things, something new was added. She hadn’t broken down though and maybe there was something to be said for that. She was relatively sure that some people would break down at being transported to Compound that involved magic, time and space travel. Really, having grown up a fan of science fiction since she was a kid, the time and space bit wasn’t so hard to wrap her mind around. The magic was a bit harder, not because she didn’t love the idea of magic, just because of the entire society that seemed to surround it, the community she had been entirely unaware of… and that John had been involved in all this time.
Of course it all came back to John; John who had kept his secrets from her, John who had just now posted a very worrying entry on their journals, John who was apparently anxious for her own safety. The last thing both surprised her and didn’t at the same time. He had always cared for her safety, she supposed, it was just that having found out how much he was keeping for her, Wendy had been having a hard time pinpointing just how much he really did care for her. That was something that was often on her mind, and with her not knowing very many people here, Wendy had plenty of time to think. Mostly her thoughts warred between her mind’s anxious opinion that John had never really cared for her, that she’d just been a way for him to have a ‘normal’ life, and her heart’s opinion that he had cared for her, maybe just as much as she had for him… and that a part of him might have always wanted to tell her, but just hadn’t been able to. Or maybe it was both. She probably would never find out until she asked. Though judging by his comments so far, today might not be the day for that sort of discussion. It was, however, the sort of day for some sort of discussion… and she was glad. She missed talking to him, and it wasn’t just because he was one of the only people she knew here.
Wendy was currently curled up in the arm chair in her room, her journal in her lap. She was dressed in the clothes she’d arrived here in, finding them more comfortable than anything else that had been provided so far. Eying the door more nervously now that she had been before John had begun warning her again, Wendy ran her fingers through her dark curls, waiting for the knock on the door that would indicate his arrival. Though God only knew what sort of mood he’d be in when he got here...