[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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[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/::