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Holy crap, Nadia was actually opening the tea shop again.
But she was in another of her strange moods, it would seem. . . .
( Today's specials )
[ooc: yeah, not so much with the inspired because I'm about to pass out after yet more dental hell. Will pick up pings when I'm conscious and not busy trying not to have another anxiety attack.]
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Nadia awoke sharply from an unhappy dream, though the only outward sign that she did so was the change in the rhythm of her breathing. After a few moments, she started to shift slowly, without opening her eyes, just to see if Walter was still beside her and to make sure that he was all in one piece.
Once she had those things confirmed, well, it was a toss up as to whether she'd prefer to go back to sleep or wake him up. They'd simply have to see.
[ooc: for Walter, if his mun cares to ping in, though my work situation today may make for x-treme slowplay (newest sport to hit the X-games!)]
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Nadia and Walter had a lunch date scheduled. She had taken a page from his butlery book and turned one of the desks in her room into a little table, complete with a sheet for a table cloth. She'd replaced her stereo about a week ago, and now had Pink Martini playing quietly in the background. As promised, she had the hot sauce and the drinks. Now all she needed was the Walter.
[ooc: locked to Walter, bitte.]
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[Disclaimer: None of these characters really belong to me. A few of them are the characters that I've played in RPGs. Most are characters others have played or are playing in RPGs. There's no money to be gained from this by anyone involved. Woo!
Author's note: I write this as a fic mainly because running it as an actual plot in Milieux would quite possibly break me.]
( Gemini (1/?) )
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It was a warm, humid evening, so when Nadia grabbed her guitar and headed to the Servants' Quarters just after dusk, she brought with her a small cooler of ice and mixers as well. Walter had said he'd provide the rum.
She settled herself in on the porch and started plucking a soft, spanish lullaby on the guitar as she looked out over the swamp and the glimmering fireflies.
All she needed now was Walter.
[ooc: for Walter, please.]
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Generally speaking, driving with a possible concussion, potentially cracked ribs, and any of the various other injuries Nadia might have incurred facing Sofia was not considered to be a very good idea.
It took Nadia a very, very long time to get home.
She didn't even bother removing her helmet when she finally made it, just shut the door and slid down into a sitting position, her eyes closed. It felt as if her helmet were holding her head together. It felt as if her helmet were a lot of fluffy clouds keeping hard, painful things from getting at her head.
But good god, did her head hurt. So did her chest, her arms, her legs, her throat, her fingers, her toes. Her eyes were burning.
Furrball jumped down from his post at the window and ran over to rub his head against her leg and start mewing plaintively at having been abruptly left to his own devices for the weekend again. Nadia opened her eyes and looked at him through the visor of the helmet. With the tinting, he looked strangely luminescent.
Or maybe that was the possible concussion.
Either way, he looked back up at her, his eyes big and eager, and mewed again. She suddenly reached out, scooped him up, and cradled him gently against her aching chest. Then she dropped her head again, and hidden behind the anonymity of a black, fullface, tinted motorcycle helmet, began to quietly sob.
[ooc: establishy. I'm wandering off until the evening to hang with family. Woo!]
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Nadia was . . . well, she was kind of bored, actually. She'd woken up some hours earlier, handcuffed to this chair and, it seemed, left entirely to her own devices.
Naturally, those devices were focused mostly on getting the handcuffs off so she could get out of the chair.
Someone had emptied her pockets, though, so that was easier said then done.
She was just debating the strength of the welds holding the chair together when Sofia finally came in.
[ooc: NFB and locked to me, again]
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It had taken her all day and rather a lot of her emergency cash to track down Sofia. She'd never really left, last weekend, just changed hotels, and she'd had to bribe two cab drivers, a hotel concierge, and the manager of a warehouse block to get the information she needed.
Of course, Sofia wasn't operating under the name Sofia. The hotel and the warehouse both had her registered under different names; if Nadia hadn't had a photo with her, she'd never have gotten even this much information. Now, she lay on the roof of the warehouse opposite the one that Sofia had rented, making note of the entrances, exits, and security systems before making her move.
She hadn't had time to install complicated electrical devices, so there was just the close circuit cameras and the electronic locks, both of which she was equipped to deal with. Sofia had compensated with carefully placed guards around the perimeter, though she had to assume that they were well armed, and stealth was still a large priority for her, at least until she could confront Sofia, herself.
One of the perks of being "on the job" while at school was that instead of having to use her somewhat seedy contacts to get a hold of standard op-tech like the parabolic microphone she had pointed at the high, dirty window right now, she just kept it packed away in the saddle bags on her Honda.
Too bad this wasn't an official mission; she could really have used Marshall a decent tech and back-up team, just now.
[ooc: NFB, locked to me for SP. Figure that one out, why doncha. . . .]
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Nadia had been taking a nap.
Well, if you could call having slept in from her evening class the night before straight through the vast majority of the day until well into evening again a "nap".
She would certainly be calling it that, later, despite any resemblances it might have bore to taking a "coma".
( Let's find out why, shall we? )
[ooc: establishy only as I run off for the weekend. Details of phone call NFB, but the fact that Nadia headed out of town on her motorcycle is perfectly fine.]
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Right, let's see if LJ will let me post this, eh?
This is an FYI post for everyone and no one. By which I mean it's a good reminder for experienced RPers and good info for new RPers, and that it's not specifically targeted at any player or character in the game.
Rather it's something that I've seen crop up in this game and in the others I've played in, and I wanted to make sure it got addressed and not just in randomly flocked posts on non-game journals regarding fights.
Er.
( Definition of god-modding )
( Rule one: don't finish what you start. Er. )
( Rule two: don't read between the lines. . . ? )
Don't assume. When in doubt? Ask the mun. That's really about it. Anyone with anything to add, subtract, clarify, question, pile in. I know I'm not the be-all and end-all of knowledge about god-modding.
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Nadia hadn't exactly lied to Pippi at the bar. She was tired, and she had thought it would be best if she just went home.
She just didn't think it was entirely likely that she'd be falling asleep, any time soon.
The fact was, it had been an effort while at All Souls to keep the strange flashes she'd been getting since her illness that weekend at bay. It was easier, when she was alone, she could just let them wash over her and then away, and deal with whatever time loss they brought with them. She hadn't done anything destructive since the incident with the mirror, so she figured she was probably safe so long as she wasn't around people.
She thought about what Pippi had said, about contacting Sofia to get the name of the doctor who'd examined her, this weekend. The trouble wasn't so much that it would be hard to contact her; it was easy enough to call the orphanage. It was more that she was afraid of what would happen if Sofia couldn't or wouldn't give her the information.
Maybe the dreams and flashes were just that, dreams or flashes. But they were so similar to what she'd experienced under the influence of the Rambaldi elixir.
But Sofia didn't know anything about Rambaldi. She was just an orphanage director.
Wasn't she?
Nadia flopped back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Furrball jumped onto her chest and curled up and she absently reached out to pet him, noting as she did that her hand had started to bleed through the bandages again. She'd have to do something about that. Eventually.
[ooc: establishy, only, I'm off to bed soonish.]
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( //Promise me you'll lie down, Nadia// )
[ooc: I am back from my trip now, yay! But I'm still insane and evil. *grins* Details of mirror-breaking NFB, though Nadia returning and Sofia leaving are fine for broadcast.]
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( Gray, black, red )
[ooc: NFB due to distance. Yes, I am insane and evil.]
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Right, so in a few moments, I'll be heading out and up to Philadelphia, and I'm taking Tregarth, the liquornimals, Gregor, Thelma, Weevil, Nate . . . and at least one other character, I think, with me.
Too bad I don't have a bus. . . .
We should be back Sunday night (I think?). I'm bringing my laptop, but I'll also be attempting to, like, be social and junk. Nadia is off hanging out with her guardian Sofia for the course of the weekend.
Don't burn down the TV station while I'm gone!
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Nadia was little more than a lump in the middle of her bed, her head buried beneath her pillows, when her phone suddenly started to ring.
Now she was a lump with a hand flopping around looking for the phone. Furrball, concerned that this might perhaps be a threat to Nadia (or, more likely, concerned that this hand wasn't there to pet him), attacked the hand.
All of this resulted in a good three rings before Nadia was finally able to mutter a sleepy "hello?"
Then she was sitting bolt upright.
"//You are?! . . . No no no no, I'm very happy to hear from you I'm just also very surprised . . . Of course. I'll pick you up at the fairy but I have classes, too . . . Right, right, okay, that sounds good. And then you can tell me what you're doing here. . . . I'll see you in a few minutes. Bye,//"
She hung up and stared at the phone for a few moments.
"Oh hell." Then she was up, rushing through her morning routine, and out the door as quickly as she could be so she wouldn't keep Sofia waiting too long.
[ooc: Establishy, Nadia's not there any more.]
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Yeah, Nadia was still in her room. But she totally had plans to leave. Tomorrow. Maybe.
But she was still feeling the need for sensory overload, so she had her guitar out and headphones plugged into it, and was jumping around the place playing Sleater Kinney.
The door still didn't have a lock. As such? It had totally fallen open.
[ooc: door = post.]
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Other than a few trips to the bathroom, Nadia hadn't left her room since Saturday night. The fact that she was currently attempting to work on a report for her superiors at SIDE on the various things she'd learned thus far in Milieux meant that odds were good she wouldn't be leaving any time soon.
All the lights were on, again, despite the fact that there was plenty of light coming in her window. She didn't have a stereo any more, but she had her laptop's speakers turned up rather loud as she could, playing some random internet radio station.
Thanks to the broken lock, the door stood slightly open.
[ooc: the door is open and so must the post be]
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It was well into the night when Nadia finally picked up the phone. She'd been staring at it, debating, for hours. But for all her words of the last week, about no one choosing her, about those who'd betrayed her, she'd kept one secret.
The one person who had never, ever, turned against her.
She hit the last number and bit her lip, listening while the phone cycled through connections and finally began to ring.
"Hola?"
"Sofia."
( Nadia! My darling! It's so good to hear your voice! )
They talked well into the night, about Fandom and Milieux, about Argentina and the orphanage, until Nadia could barely keep her eyes open. When she hung up, she let herself smile. She scooped Furrball into her lap and leaned back against the wall. "What do you think, Furrball? Could it really work? Should I fight?"
"Mew."
"Yeah. That's what I thought, too."
[ooc: contents of phone call are NFB, please.]
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