paradisa | Twenty Six Spoons {Dictated}

[By all respects, Jane’s birthday in Paradisa had been lovely, especially compared to the drama, sadness, and insanity of what would come at home. She went to sleep worried, though, for it seemed that many of the residents had been struck by the castle’s ire yet again. When she wakes up today, she finds that something feels…off. Slowly, the bedcovers are peeled off, and Jane spots something on her stomach. Something large, and damp, and red – something painfully familiar.

She knows that strange marks are showing up on people, but she doesn’t even think of them. Panic can do that to a girl.]

Is anybody awake?? Oh, God...I’m scared, I’m so scared, there’s blood everywhere!!I don't - I don't think I got hurt but it's everywhere, it's like when I - [There’s a choked sound, followed by a shaky, sniffly breath.] Someone, please…help…!

[EDIT: A little later, after she's figured things out and probably made may of her friends soil their pajamas, she speaks again.]

I'm sorry about before. It seems...the castle has given me one of those stains. It's not really very pleasant to look at. I'll...probably stay in my room for a while.

((OOC: Characters are more than welcome to come bursting into her room if they are so inclined, but be warned – there is a lot of blood.))

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[Lemony isn't usually awake this early, but the sound of the distress in her voice coming over the journal rousts him immediately. it doesn't take long for sheer fear and adrenaline to clear the sleep from his mind, and he rolls over to grope for his journal]

Jane?! JANE. It's alright, I'm -- where are you?

[If she had her senses about her she'd ask if you slept with it open and be a little concerned, but sense and Jane is not a thing right now.]

I-In my room...[She tells him exactly where it is, voice shaking.] I-It's not coming off...!

[he hops out of bed, toes on his slippers, and immediately reaches for his bathrobe, not even noticing the tiny black spatters that are appearing on his hands]

I'm on my way.

Thank you...[There is utter relief in her voice. This sort of thing isn't fun to be alone through.]

[he pushes open her door, and his heart stops at the sight of all the blood. he only allows himself a moment's revulsion before he's rushing to her side, though - if she's hurt ...!]

OH! What -- what happened?

[She's not in any pain, but the large bloodstain on her stomach is wet and leaves marks on everything - on the bed, on Jane's hands. She's holding it, as if that can make it go away, but it's still there. She looks up when she hears you.]

Mr. Snicket - I don't know, I woke up this way...! [She looks close to tears.]

[quickly]IwishIhadatowel. [poof. he rushes over with it and presses it to her stomach]

It's alright, Jane, I - we'll get help, we'll get you down to the clinic, just - it's alright.

[no no no, not Jane. he's lost too many friends at home to lose any here, as well.]

No, that won't help-

[There are many stains on the covers, several of which look like repeated attempts to wipe off the blood. Jane grabs at one and tries to show him.]

But Jane, you're --

[dying. ugh. why can't he just say it?]

[She thinks you're going to say "bleeding".]

I know I am, but look- [She bunches up more blankets and presents them.] I've been trying to stop it and it won't stop!!!!

... [then it occurs to him that someone with a stomach wound that bad shouldn't be able to speak, let alone move to shove blood-soaked blankets at someone]

Wait a moment ... You're not in pain??

[She shakes her head.] None at all! And that scares me the most!!!

[then he remembers how she'd told him the story of the game - that terrible, strange, surreal game, and how it had killed her and brought her back]

As long as you're not about to die, we have time to think about this. [he keeps the towel over her, so that at least it will soak up some of the blood and not make it seem as bad] Did this happen in your session, at all?

[Ever so slowly, the blood will seep through, but it does minimize the gory effect for now. And if you're calm, she can try to be calm, too. She takes deep breaths.]

It did...it's how I, um. It's how I died.

[no no no no no no he does not want to talk about deaths - but -]

But were you in pain, then?

[One nod.]

A lot. But it didn't last long. [She looks down at herself; she's getting her common sense back.] Which is why something's not right...I might've jumped the gun a bit. I saw the blood, and I panicked...

It must be one of Paradisa's tricks... which means it will eventually stop. You're right, though, it is quite distressing...

[She nods again, and takes a deep breath.] There IS something going on lately, now that I think about it...something to do with marks and stains, and someone said it might have to do with regrets?

[Oh boy, she regrets a lot, but what would warrant something this nasty? She looks up at you and her forehead crinkles.] But why didn't anything happen to me until now?

[Okay, so his best friend is bleeding all over the place. Time to panic? Time to panic.]

J-- Jane! Jane!! N-no-- hang on!

[He doesn't even think about what he could do to help, or that he probably can't do anything; he's already running to her room as fast as his teeny legs can carry him.]

[Thankfully, she's had Lemony come in to calm her down, and she's not as distraught, but she hears you all the same.]

Five??

[A few minutes later he's standing just outside her door-- an obstacle that is distressingly and unfortunately pretty insurmountable to him. He knocks on the door as loud as he can, still gasping for breath.]

Jane! Are you okay?! Please, t-tell me you're okay!

[Oh honey you came out all this way? Jane keeps and arm around her middle and goes to her door, opening it just a crack. Don't want to scare him and all.]

I'm okay, Five, I just...I got scared when I woke up, that's all. I'm not a pretty sight.

Y-you said-- you said you were bleeding!

[He peers up at her, shaking; the patch over his left eye has a pretty ugly burn over it, but he's not thinking about that right now. She's standing up straight enough and isn't screaming or doubled over in pain, and that alone is enough to relieve the brunt of his fear.]

But you're... okay. You're really okay.

[She shuffles a bit.] I am. But I'm not hurting. [Her eyes catch sight of your patch.] Oh! What's happened to you?

I'm not entirely sure. I haven't had anything happen, either --

[he moves to take the towel away and replace it] Let me just go clean this up, and we'll see if we can find some sort of temporary solution for all this ... where's your restroom?

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