WHO: Willow Rosenberg & Tara Maclay WHAT: A visit in quarantine WHERE: Quarantine! WHEN: Today WARNINGS: None currently Status: Complete
Willow couldn’t help the nervous ticks that were starting to pour out of her stance and demeanor. The constant shifting, the pacing, wringing of her hands together as her eyes rolled up and down the walls of where she had apparently - somehow - landed herself in. Was this the place the soldier guys were hiding out? Maybe if she could just figure out what was going on, even just a little… The redhead’s view dropped down and her face twisted up thoughtfully as she slowly started to pace along the length of her cell.
“Maybe I’m just in a hospital… But I don’t remember going to a hospital. Wait! M-maybe this is a dream? It could be a dream, this could totally be a dream. With all the wacky fun-not-so-fun sort of loopy head tricks that dreams like to do. That’s it, this must be a dream.” The young witch’s head slowly rose up as she looked around the room again.
“Why would my brain put me in a cell though?” Words trailed off thoughtfully for a moment while eyes attempted to exam the situation and world around her for nearly the hundredth time in the last few hours. Her psychology class might have some insight to that. Dr. Walsh had talked a little about dreams hadn’t she?
“May-maybe it’s to represent my feelings of being locked inside of a social hierarchical system that places values on the basis of being paired with another human and raising and family and getting a dog and with a white fence and-and how now I’m locked out of Oz’s…….. life…” Her features instantly fell as the words finished and the thought settled fully into her own mind. Oh. That hurt. Like a billion little pin pricks from a thousand tiny needles. The dismayed look that had etched itself across her features couldn’t be helped as her entire posture drooped with the depression that had been lingering and spiking up in spurts regardless of how little she actually wanted it to anymore. With the corners of her mouth turned down, and saddened eyes a heavy sigh was let out while one hand grasped the first two fingers of her other hand tightly. Maybe…..
Eyes rose again looking over the room.
Maybe…..
Maybe a spell. A spell could solve this couldn’t it? But she didn't really have anything to do a spell with. Or if it was a dream, maybe she could just think herself out of it?
Squeezing eyes shut tightly her face screwed up as she attempted to deeply concentrate, trying to wish the world Willow was in away, trying to dismiss this horrible place and into a field of flowers and bunnies with a slight breeze and warm sun shining down on her. She’d concentrate a moment, doing everything possible to picture herself somewhere else and visualize it into reality. Yet, when she’d open her eyes, the redhead would see that her dreams had still not come true.
Another heavy sigh was released.
“What do I do now?” The depressed lilt of her voice couldn’t be helped as Willow was really starting to feel like maybe her entire life - more than just being trapped in this cell - was out of options.