12. ibidem

[exnihilo]

[Video, public]

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[Infirmary spam, open to visitors, backdated to 2-4 days post-Shakespeare flood.]

[She wakes up after jumping, her skin tight and and her eyes sore and her lungs aching in her chest. She groans, rolls over, tries to sleep. Maybe she can sleep for the entire toll. She's been trying so hard to be, to live and connect. Maybe she can just not be for awhile.]

(OOC NOTE: TW for suicide if people ask her why she is tolling. Ophelia's narrative was rough on her.)


[Private to Roderick, backdated also]

...can you do me a favor?

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[exnihilo]

I suppose it is.

[She wonders whether the Gods qualify or not. How they factor into their own endless calculations.]

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[deshabille]

So is not asking important questions. I've always thought so.

[She prides herself on always asking, if there's something to be asked. Always checking, if there's something to be checked on. She always has to know.]

[Even if there are some things that seem too dangerous to know.]

You realize I have to ask what happened, yes?

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[exnihilo]

[She glances away and it's not shame, now, just - weariness and sadness, and aching fear that she is inscribed with this below the skin, like so many other things she has been driven to repeat.]

I jumped off the railing.

Because -

[She gestures at the little bedside table, with its complimentary Shakespeare brick.]

Because I was someone who jumps. And because I am. I suppose.

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[deshabille]

[She takes this in with quiet dignity. It's not - she's not surprised, exactly. It's just that she doesn't know how to deal with it, or thinks she doesn't. She's never known what Mira felt, or feels. Life has always engaged her too much to want to leave it.]

Which one? Or do you think it matters?

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[exnihilo]

Yes.

[It matters. It matters if it was foisted on her or drawn forth.]

I was because I am. It's always echoes and confluence, floods.

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[deshabille]

You're right. It always is.

[She should think more about what she becomes in floods, but she never does. This is why. Thinking too hard makes you think too hard.]

Who, then?