Who: Sepphy and Jason Where: Fox Grove What: mutual worry session When: wee hours, 11/8
Sepphy couldn't sleep. She'd been losing sleep for what seemed like forever now. There was the shit at the capitol, and it all just seemed to have spiraled from there. She'd known the expedition was going to be dangerous, that they were going to lose contact eventually (or so she'd figured), but she hated that it felt so soon, and she just wanted to go after them herself.
Logic wasn't quite helping, though, which was rare for her. Usually she could latch onto logic and it was great, and she could get herself through rough times via that. She knew she needed a level head, and that just because they'd lost contact didn't mean that everyone was gone, or dead, or something.
She padded through the empty corridors of the school, robe loose around her shoulders, bare feet quiet on the floor. She wandered into the gym, and saw Jason sitting on one of the bleechers, and she silently went and sat down next to him in the dark of the room, only the low lights from the trophy cases in the nearby hall allowing them to see each other.