Apr 12, 2015
Zelda drops the hot tray onto a kitchen counter, using the dish cloth to waft away the rancid smell of BURNING; thankful that a window is already open. ❝ Okay -- so that didn’t really work out so well.❞
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Zelda drops the hot tray onto a kitchen counter, using the dish cloth to waft away the rancid smell of BURNING; thankful that a window is already open. ❝ Okay -- so that didn’t really work out so well.❞
"You'd think with how well funded the school is they'd be able to afford good food."
"Why is that on my desk?"
During the power loss, Livia had had plenty of time to rearrange and redecorate her new classroom- it was even a bit calming. But ever since the power negators were shut off, the spirits of Morgana have seemed to flock toward her, ending her short-lived focus. Standing on a chair, she was attempting to hang up a chart of Latin noun cases, but the man behind her was still blabbing about some mistake that he made that she was supposed to "right". The chart dropped to the floor as she stepped off the chair, sending the man a stare that could kill. If he wasn't already dead, that is. "For the thousandth time-"
It was then that she stopped short, catching sight of someone in the doorway. "I, um.." By the time she glanced back toward where the dead man was standing, he was already gone. "...look completely and utterly insane. I'm sorry, did you need something?" Livia asked awkwardly, glancing back toward the person at the door.
Livia felt... empty. Administration had warned her about the power negators, and she had thought it might be nice to go without dead people bothering her for a few days. Instead she felt trapped- she was tied down to one world, unable to feel any other. It felt wrong. But knowing that being happy here is what her mother wanted- what her girlfriend would want- was enough to keep her trudging on. Her heels clacked against the pavement as she approached the nearest person, a kind smile forced upon her face.
"Excuse me, would you happen to know where the foreign language classrooms are?" she asked, hoping she had managed to sound friendly. They had given her the room number, but she couldn't quite navigate the map. This place was a labyrinth.
"Things are much calmer now that no one has their powers, but they're also much more boring."
Holly was in her classroom on the faded pink couch, sleeping the day away. She opened her eyes and ran her hand through her hair to put her dreadlocks into a ponytail. When she felt natural hair. this was nothing that surprised her, it happens all the time, she has a dream and becomes another person. Holly questioned who she was and stood up and walked over to the dressing room mirror . Holly looked up and It was her, the person she was supposed to be at 25. She closed her eyes and wished it away with a simple shapeshift. But when she opened her eyes, the woman was still there. Holly tried again, and again to become who she made herself into. “No.No, no no this cant be happening. No! This isn't fair! Please just fucking work!’ Was this a nightmare? Did she do something wrong? “Someone help!”
"I can't tell if I'm dealing with this better or worse than everyone else." Scarlett was speaking aloud, mostly to anyone who happened to be around to hear what she was saying. "I mean, on one hand this is a pretty familiar feeling but on the other I sort of want to stab myself in the eyes and liquidise my own brain."