[Event Post: Cold Little Stray Lamb]

[foreverchilled]

::In the male Obelisk Blue dorms at the end of the third floor's hall, just outside the former room door of a certain pink pervert and mad scientist, is a girl with faint pink hair and dressed in a worn hooded cloak. There's a strange chill at the end of this hall, and those who get close might hear soft muffled sobs. Clutched in one hand is a double-headed flail.::

::Approach at your own risk.::

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[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::A friendly mad scientist girl comes with an empty cardboard box, whistling "Video Killed The Radio Star". Oblivious to Theresa until she bumps into her.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa is barely nudged, but looks up at this new disturbance. ...something familiar...::

...V...Vidya...?

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Falls on her butt, going ow.::

Huh...?

::Looks up. ... ... ... !!!::

Holy shit on a cracker!

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...is... it you, Vidya? Really you?

::Theresa looks like she's ready to start crying again.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... I think I'm me.

... Theresa, is that you?

::Pats Theresa down, to make sure she's not a hallucination::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa flinches slightly at the touch... gingerly touching Vidya to make sure she's real as well... then slowly starts to fall on Vidya.::

I... thought......you'd never come...

::...seems she's out like a light. On the up side, she's unusually lightweight, even for her.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

... ::Goes to take Theresa to her house.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa does seem... slightly happy about that.::

::...maybe. It's hard to tell.::

[bibeakerbabe.livejournal.com]

::Well, you're going to get a damn nice comfy bed, dear. And if Erland argues, I'm kicking his ass.::

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa is very unlikely to argue... and will probably want some food when she wakes up.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*... th' hell, did the dorm get a new air conditioner?

Sanshi's wondering why in the world there seems to be a weird chill around, and was trying to find the specific source of it. ... And then he comes across this. With the girl with the hair and the sobbing.

... As much as he doesn't like involving himself in this kind of stuff, he can't help but wonder. So he approaches.*

... Oy, y'alright there?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Any noises she was making other than breathing suddenly stop, and her grip tightens on the flail.::

...who are you?

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*This man knows no fear. He just gives her a look. At least the sobbing stopped.*

Samasu, Sanshi. One of th' guys who stays at this dorm, y'know?

Who might y'be in turn, Miss Middle of th' Hall?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

Leave me alone, male

::The temperature at the end of the hall drops noticeably.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*Damn, did someone turn up that thing? Where is that new air conditioner, anyway.

Sanshi seems fairly nonplussed though by it, as he just stands there, hands in his pocket.*

Y'know, given your statement, I'd have t' wonder what you're doin' in a male dorm then, Miss Middle of th' Hall.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...waiting. ...go away.

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

Waitin'? Waitin' for what, someone t' come out?

*He goes over to the door she was standing in front of, and raps his knuckles against it, from behind him. Just so he can keep on eye on the girl with the flail.*

Or for someone t' come?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa flicks the handle of the flail across the back of Sanshi's legs.::

Leave.

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*Rubs one of his legs slightly, making a slight expression at the pain.*

Nah, I don't think I gotta. I mean, come on, who has th' most place bein' here? A girl with a cloak on an' th' weapon, or th' guy who actually stays in this buildin' who is tryin' t' find out why said girl-with-weapon is here?

Though, gotta say. Didn't expect y' t' actually try t' use it. Whoever you're waitin' for must be someone special. ... *Slight grin.*

Or maybe you're waitin' for th' one you'll use that weapon on.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa brandishes the flail, getting ready to strike, as frost starts to form on the walls and floor. I'd hope that even a jerk like Sanshi knows to get out of a place with as much killing intent as this.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*Oh. He knows that things are getting dangerous. He moves out of the way of the door at least, raising his hands. He takes subtle note of the frost.*

Oh, what, I struck a nerve? Guess it goes t' show. Even th' most unexpected are th' sorts t' do somethin' like that...

Even more unexpected though that th' dorm's new air conditioner is a girl.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa swings at Sanshi... though it's obvious that she isn't quite all there, physically, it's likewise obvious that she wants him gone.... and won't stop until she passes out, knocks him unconscious, or he leaves.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*Erk. Well that's an unpleasant situation. He moves to avoid being hit. And decides that trying to reason with a would-be murderer-- to him at least, isn't worth the concussion. He starts to back away to leave.*

Fine, fine... Have fun murderin' th' poor sap who comes, lady.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa slumps back against the door, falling to the ground as Sanshi leaves.::

[3-s33s-what.livejournal.com]

*... He takes a moment to at least look back, before shaking his head, and going on his way.*

Shouldn't have t' deal with nonsense like this....

[blakrosemandala.livejournal.com]

Walking down the halls of the Obelisk male dorm, a clipboard under her arm, Desdemona slows to a stop as she notices the drop in temperature before the sound of crying reaches her ears.

"..." She slowly and deliberately walks towards the noise, sniffing the air lightly as she does. When she doesn't recognize the scent, she tenses slightly. "...hello?"

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::The crying stops, and the huddled girl turns somewhat to look in Desdemona's direction... seemingly checking her over.::

...Vidya...?

[blakrosemandala.livejournal.com]

Desdemona blinks a couple times. She doesn't recognize the voice, but the name is familiar enough to her, and the tone is fairly...self-explanatory.

"....no, dear." She crouches down a bit to get a better look at her. "My name is Desdemona. What's yours?"

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa is somewhat gaunt, and extremely pale. Her clothing shows signs of having slept outside for several days at the least.::

::Theresa hears the name, and seems to drift off before hearing Desdemona's question.::

...oh...

[blakrosemandala.livejournal.com]

"...you don't look well." She slowly holds a hand out, to put it to Theresa's forehead and check for a fever. "What are you doing out here like this, dear? Are you a student?"

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Theresa flinches and pulls away from Desdemona's hand, though the second or so that it was there makes it quite clear that she's cold to the touch. Like metal on a chilly day. She doesn't, however, respond to Desdemona's questions.::

[blakrosemandala.livejournal.com]

"Oh my..." Desdemona rubs her chin cautiously. She considers briefly that the cold is supernatural, but figures either way, she obviously needs medical attention of SOME kind, in this condition.

"Dear...I need to take you to the infirmary, alright?"

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...no... have to wait... Vidya...

[blakrosemandala.livejournal.com]

"..." Desdemona sighs and rubs her head, before glancing at the flail again. She doesn't want to risk moving her and having her overexert herself in an attempt to stay, but she can't just -leave- her.

"Alright...I'm going to go get a few things from the infirmary then...I'll be right back, dear." She brings up a hand to pat her reassuringly, but apparently thinks better of it, before walking off.

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

...tired...

::Theresa doesn't seem to hear what Desdemona says, only resting her face on her knees as she leaves.::

[blakrosemandala.livejournal.com]

And, wanna just say Vidya shows up before she gets back?

[foreverchilled.livejournal.com]

::Works for me. /o/::