Come take my pulse the pace is on a runaway train Who: The Luteces (mostly Robert), and Elle Bishop When: Backdated to Tuesday, 8/19 Where: Lutece Labs What: Elle takes Robert up on his offer Warnings: Elle's mouth; probable violence
Even though she'd been in this place (Marywood? Marwool? Something.) for over a week, Elle had been too busy dealing with her glitching powers to even think about figuring out what the hell was going on here. From the bits and pieces that she'd heard and read, it was all pretty bad, but at this point? She really didn't give a shit. Things for her were already nearing unbearable. And yeah, she'd heard that dying here wasn't permanent, but she was more and more convinced that jumping out of her fourth-story window and hoping for the best was totally worth it. Even if it wasn't forever, at least she'd be able to go a little while without the pain. It might be the break that she needed.
But then, after managing to get that phone she'd been left to work for more than five seconds, she'd talked to Robert, who thought he could help. Her dad always warned her about being weak and gullible, but there was something about this guy that seemed totally sincere. Like he really wanted to help her, and he really would try.
So, after days of solitude (something she used to hate), she pulled herself out of bed and out of her room, ignoring the flickering of lights as she walked by. There was no point in stressing over it; until she figured out what the eff was going on with her, it'd just happen. She'd have to deal.
She'd followed his directions to his and his sister's labs to the letter (so the creepy questionnaire was him? Ha. She hoped they enjoyed the ash), and tried to stand tall even as another surge of lightning pulsed through her. She shook out her limbs, managing to (at least partially) get herself together, and rapped on the door. She just hoped he'd figure something out really quick.