From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 10:42:17

*freaks out*

*freaks the fuck out*

NOOOONNNOOOOOONNNNNOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

*starts grabbing at her clothes* Water the water it's everywhere the water so cold so cold so cold.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 10:48:28

*runs around the hospital distributing flashlights and lighting candles in sconces too high for the pyros to reach*

*is really going to have a few very brief and professional WORDS with the Powers That Be about this dependence on electricity*

*why, in HIS day...*

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 10:50:28

*sees a bit of light come on in the hall*

*goes and presses her face against the door and laughs*

Little flame little flame little flaaaaaame.

*hey, it works better than drugs!*

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 11:01:05

*comes in carrying bunches of [squishy] little [round] light balls and hands them around*

Okay, ladies and gents, no throwing at people, okay? And no eating, Lenny. LENNY! No eating. Thank you.

*smiles* Everything okay in here, Níniel?

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 11:16:06

The lights all went away, Dr. Ron. But that one came back and it dances. *points at the flame in the sconce* It dances.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 13:06:28

*follows your gaze* Yes, and isn't it pretty? I know how you like dancing.

I expect the lights will come back before long, though. *raises an eyebrow* You're not afraid, are you?

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 13:22:40

Not scared, no. *bravely* I don't get scared.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 13:30:14

*declaratively* Is that right.

Nothing here can hurt you, truly. *sits in a chair near you* But wasn't there ever a time when you were scared? Maybe staring down a dragon?

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 13:32:27

*shakes visibly* No. Not ever. Not ever ever ever.




Except in the water. I don't like water.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 13:35:49

*carefully* Can you tell me more about the water? *adding casually* You don't have to, if it's very upsetting.

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 13:45:21

*looks at him like he's the crazy one* It's wet.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 13:49:42

*tiny sigh* Yes, and it's cool and it's clean and refreshing...outside the city anyway. So why don't you like it?

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 13:53:34

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 14:02:25

*gently reminding* Nothing can hurt you here.

*as if just coming up with this idea* You know, there are lots of bad things that we don't like to think about. Big, bad days. We try so hard not to think of them that before long, everything about those days seems bad, even the nice parts. Even the parts that were just...there.

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 14:05:48

Dragons are bad. They hide things and lie and make you forget so you're scared. I don't want to be scared.

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 14:39:30

*nods solemnly* Dragons are bad. But you know what? Nothing's ever as bad as it may seem at first. There's always a way to make things better again, even if it takes a long time. And even if it hurts. You're not a bad person just because you're scared, or have problems.

And Níniel, there's nearly always someone with tougher issues to deal with. They usually kill themselves too.

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 14:46:41

Well, I have a lot of problems, then.

*blinks* Can I have an ice cream?

	From: elrondmd	Date: 01/26/2007 14:52:11

That's okay. You're you and that's all anyone can ask.

You may have an ice cream. But not until after dinner. Assumingwehaveafreezerrunningonagennie.

	From: wailingwoman	Date: 01/26/2007 14:58:51

I like ice cream.

	From: loremaster	Date: 01/26/2007 10:56:01

*wants his mummy daddy Lúthie*

	From: luthiekins	Date: 01/26/2007 10:56:47

*is sleeping it off, happily unaware, thanks!*

	From: loremaster	Date: 01/26/2007 10:58:10

*damn*

*had sort of hoped she would be scared and need to hide from the dark in his big, manly arms*

	From: aromez	Date: 01/26/2007 11:00:29

*does crowd control*

*you know. threatening anyone who runs around or screams to much with his big... GUN*

	From: tuivana	Date: 01/26/2007 11:02:37

*hopes they make blanks for that thing*

	From: aromez	Date: 01/26/2007 11:10:16

*of course they do*

*oromë would never hurt the kids*

*uh, Eru's kids, that is*

	From: gorthol	Date: 01/26/2007 11:05:13

*sobers up enough to wonder if all the alcohol has somehow blinded him*

*continues drinking until he passes out again so as not to have to think about it*

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 11:23:16

*lights candles all through the palace while vaguely wondering if Thingol has finally flipped and decided to go Middle Ages Earth on everyone*

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/26/2007 13:10:07

*trips over his slippers in the dark*

OW. Fuck. *walks around with his hands out in front of him*

*the better to feel his way or strangle his secretary for failing to pay the electric bill*

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 13:21:40

*hears him stumbling about and suppresses a laugh*

*places a candle in his outstreched hand and lights it*

Try not to burn the place down.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/26/2007 13:28:08

*mutters a vague "thank you"*

I'm thinking it might be an improvement. All this clutter in the wide-open, empty corridors is ridiculous.

*is careful not to look at you too long in the candlelight*

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 13:34:36

*busies herself with the candles and such* *is not thinking of her overly bizarre conversation with Lúthien last night, nooo*

It would be an excuse to remodel, true.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/26/2007 13:40:12

*sees a candle fall from the bunch in your hand*

*picks it up off the floor and holds it out to you*

And too many odd passageways. When the children staff are as untrustworthy as ours, those things are a real liability.

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 13:44:14

*takes it, her hand very lightly brushing against yours in the process*

Mmm. Everything's far too spread out. A person named Lúthien, perhaps, could come and go as they please without anyone noticing. Open invitation for burglers and boys.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/26/2007 13:48:06

*lets his hand drop to his side*

Be SO glad I can't read through the strikeouts. Somehow I can't imagine you being happy ever in something smaller, though.

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 13:52:03

*looks away, maybe a little flushed*

Perhaps not. I do like my space. Sometimes it gets lonely ...not, though.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/26/2007 13:56:21

*in a gruff tone completely incongruous with his words* Well, you know you're always free. to do whatever you like with the place. Add some more groundskylights here and there, maybe.

*loosens his tie slightly* I know it can get...a bit stuffy at times.

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 14:00:30

*smiles softly* I know. Just as you know I would do it whether you wanted me to or not. *glances over at him* But I don't think it's stuffy, really. Just a bit cold.

	From: sindacollo	Date: 01/26/2007 14:06:03

*offended* Yes, you would, wouldn't you? Every time. Whether or not.

Well. *gives you a piercing look* It is winter.

*continues past you without another word*

	From: queenmelly	Date: 01/26/2007 14:11:58

*lets out a sigh once you're gone*

Idiot.