paradisa | Nineteen Spoons {Dictated; Forward Dated to a more Manageable Hour}

[How goes it, Paradisa? Anything fun happen while Janey bumped her head? Well, that only lasted a week, as these sorts of things do – but it hasn’t been a week for Jane. It’s been five grueling months of skeleton fighting, grave spelunking, puzzle busting, and…teenage drama? Why yes, there was a healthy helping of teenage drama to deal with, along with some entirely unpleasant revelations that she is definitely still reeling from as she comes to. Her face is already wet with new tears, and she pauses to wipe at her face and take in her surroundings. When she finally has the sense to grope around for her journal, she finds it, and the entry opens with a particularly loud snuffle.]

I’m - [Her voice cracks, and she needs to pause to take a deep breath.] I’m back. Or awake. Whatever – whatever applies to the situation, that’s what I am. But if it’s alright…if it’s alright, I don’t want to see anyone right now. Please, don’t come calling. [The last bit is kind of snippy. She has had it up to the roof with bullshit, castle brand or otherwise.]

((OOC: So Jane is back! And she’s miserable! You know what that means, right? It’s time to pester her until the cows come home! And please, I implore you to do so!))

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[The instant he hears her voice, relief floods over him. Despite the fact he's told Roxy not to worry, he's been worrying. It's hard not to- he doesn't know how this place works fully. He wasn't sure if she would ever wake up, and that's been a constant thing on his mind this entire time. So to make up for it, he's been working on her late Christmas present with the parts he's wished up. He's pretty much worked night and day on it in the hope that it would be ready by the time she woke up- trying not to think about what would happen if she didn't.]

I understand that you don't want visitors, but I need you to understand that it's been a god damn week since you took a blow to the head and were knocked out cold. The thought that anyone, especially me, would actually abide by that is pretty laughable, Jane.

[He pauses for a moment.]

I have something for you.

[Yay, Jane is b- wait is she crying??? Aradia puts in a filter just in case.]

I'm glad you are back! But... what's wrong, did something happen?

J-Jane? Are...are you okay? I was really worried! Roxy told me what happened to you, I was...I was afraid you might have gotten a concussion or something.

[ Oh shit. oh shit! what should she do? she's waited and worried this whole time and now Jane doesn't even want visitors?

Fuck it. Roxy don't curr. When she speaks there is a distinct slur that suggests that she's... you guessed it. drunk. ]

Janey I hopes you can forgivesss me. I'm such a terrible friend, I shoulda been there when you woke up. I waited n waited n waited but it was terrible jus watchin you.

I really hope that no visitors doesn't apply to me. 'Cause you know biffles n all. I am totes already on my way whether you like it or not, though. Clearly I missed something and I need to know. [ it sounds a lot more selfish when it comes out but that is far from Roxy's intent despite her love of staying in the know. ]

[a ghost appears a few minutes after Jane's announcement, with a covered serving tray. on the tray are a steaming bowl of coconut soup, a few skewers of chicken satay, which is a delicious mild curry sauce made with yogurt and peanuts, a tall glass of Thai iced tea, and a note which reads:]

My dear Jane,
While I am glad to hear your voice again, it pains me to find you are still not feeling well. I would call on you when you have the inclination, but until then, please enjoy this meal while you recover from your distress. It was once served to me by a maharaja in Kentucky after a long and tiring journey. I hope it comforts you as much as it did me, and that we might speak soon.

With all due respect,

Jane! I thought.... [It doesn't really matter, because she sounds upset. She's helped him enough in the past, the least he can do is return the favor.] Are you okay? Do you wanna talk?

[OH GOOD, YOU'RE NOT DEAD]

Are you sure? Because you sound pretty much the opposite of alright right now.

Well - then I'll just be fine later. It's why I'd rather not see anybody.

[Oh no...oh no, it's Henry. He's too young to have to put up with this kind of stuff yet. She's going to try to be civil to you.]

I'm not sure if I want to talk about it right now, to be honest.

[Jane eyes the ghost curiously, and the food - it smells delicious by the way, and when she lays eyes on it proper she's sort of glad she's not allergic to anything in particular. She thanks the ghost and reads the accompanying letter, and as she does, a sort of smile comes back to her face.]

Edited 2013-01-11 00:12 (UTC)

This is so sweet of you, Mr. Snicket. You didn't have to send me anything.

[Oh God. Oh God no. Not Roxy. Not when she'd just been so awful to her!! And for Chrissake she's been drinking!!!]

Roxy, please - I would rather not talk about it! And you are NOT the awful one here!!!

Oh...hi, Evan. [You can't see it, but she's rubbing her head where she hit it.] No, that's not quite how bumps to the head work around here. Although this is my first time experiencing it...and I really hope it is my last.

A lot of things happened! I was home for five months and everything went from troublesome to terrible.

[She really should have known her friends would start talking to her as soon as she announced her recovery, but for a moment her head is still back in the Medium - where the fuck have you been, you forgot my birthday too didn't you, she wants to say. And then she remembers that Dirk is from what is now her past, and what Jake will tell her concerning him in his future.]

Dirk...Dirk, I went home for a little while. Of course I was going to wake up again.

Oh no... Hang on, I'll be right there!

[DESPITE THE ADMONITION NOT TO, of course. and of course, as is her custom, she is there in the clinic within about five seconds.]

Wait, Aradia-

[BUT SURELY IT IS TOO LATE]

[Can you stop Vriska... WHEN SHE'S ALREADY THERE?]

Hey! You're awake!

Okay, little miss attitude, take a breath there.

[Oh hey she ain't in the mood for this tonight.]

I am breathing. There is breath coming and going from my lungs, I assure you.

[HOLY SHIT HOW DID SHE NOT NOTICE YOU]

AAAAH!!

[WOOPS THERE GOES THE JOURNAL FLYING OFF THE BED.]

[And she's not even noticing you're upset! Because! You're awake! Isn't that nice, look at this friend of yours just be a good pal. A buddy. Your main (wo)man.]

How are you feeling? Any new things you want to discuss?

H-How long have you been here???

[Because she's kind of been distraught since she woke up and all?]>/i>

Wouldn't you like to know?

I would, Vriska, that is why I asked. [She sighs. How does one even dissuade Vriska Serket from anything.] I was home for a while and it was terrible and awful, if that's what YOU want to know.

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