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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

When Edward had complained of being attacked by the bugs that Shannon could see through the grimy windows of the museum, Shannon realized just how much she missed him. They hadn't had the chance to talk much in the past few days - or weeks, maybe; she'd lost track - and since she was alone and had the space to offer, Shannon did just that, inviting Edward to the museum in spite of the fact that there were other people living there who might not have been entirely comfortable with a man sporting scissors for hands occupying the same place.

Shannon had waited a few minutes to give Edward a head start before she stepped out to the porch, reflexively, to watch for him. She could see him way down the road making his way up, arms flailing as he swatted at flies, but she couldn't stay out for more than a minute before she, too, had been attacked by a literal cloud of them. Shannon retreated back into the building, slamming the door behind herself and making a face at the sound of the muffled buzzing outside the door. A few moments later, she'd crossed the room again, pacing for lack of anything else better to do while she waited. She wondered idly if Jack or Ianto would come out and see Edward and freak out. Or Sarah Jane. ...or that kid who said he stayed at the museum and yet whom she'd never met.

It didn't take long before Shannon heard the door open again and when she looked up, she was unpleasantly surprised to see the mask on Edward's face. It made sense to her, but it was unsettling and unexpected. Shannon startled slightly. "Geez...hanging out with Rorschach much, sweetie?" she teased. When asked, Shannon crossed to him, nodding gently, a soft smile over her lips. "Hands down, please," she said quietly and evenly before reaching up and carefully taking the mask off Edward's face. "I'll hang onto it, okay?" she offered, figuring that if Edward was asking for help taking it off, he'd want help putting it back on and knowing Rorschach, Shannon's best guess was that the use of the mask came with the condition that Edward not actually touch it.

"Come on in," she said and gave Edward a small, sympathetic frown when she noted all the bug bites. "Those look really itchy...come here, let me help," Shannon offered, nodding toward her room. She'd taken some aloe gel from the pharmacy the same day she and Domeki had raided it weeks ago because, well, it'd been there and her shoulders and neck had been sunburned from the Island. It wouldn't work as well as probably Calomine lotion would, but it'd be something to ease the itch, if Edward would be willing to sit still long enough for Shannon to get it on his skin.