[Locked to apprentices] Backdated to evening of 10/19

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor looks quite a bit different than she did the last time she broadcast over the network. She looks furious. She's also filthy. Her hair is mussed and there are mud and grass stains streaking her shirt and face. One arm is being held a little stiffly as she holds the mirror aloft with the other. There are paint splatters on the wall behind her and other signs of the chaos the other apprentices had found in their rooms that day.]

Atem did this. He trashed our apartments and fucking threw Mrs. Brisby's home into the water outside. How do I know? Because he fucking told me. Oh, and before anyone calls me a snitch or whatever, he also told me to tell everyone. Mrs. Brisby is safe, she wasn't home. But what if he'd done something worse than just break our shit? I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him but someone better handle him before he does something worse.

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[unladenswallow]

It doesn't appear to be although I imagine she might better notice anything too small for our vision. ( it was just a happy accident that she hadn't knelt onto it when crouching down. ciri busied herself with some other debris, putting it into a pile before adding some clothing to the growing stack. ) I'd offer to go through the clothing but some people don't like that sort of thing.

( after a moment she added: ) How's that arm doing with all the lifting involved in this mess? Why don't you allow me to carry most of that burden for you?

[az_shrimp_horny]

Yeah I'm gonna take her shopping for some new stuff tomorrow, anyway. But I can put it by her trunk.

[She gestures over to the rather damp trunk by the window.

The question takes her by surprise. She winces a little, looking sheepish.]

You don't have to. I think I'll be okay. I think. Fuck, I don't know. [She sits on the couch next to her pile of clothes, sighing.] I've never been hurt like this before. And I did it to myself.

[mrsbrisby]

[ The damp trunk was open and the front door was ajar. If one listened one could hear sweeping and the clattering of broken ceramics. The little noise maker herself appeared a moment later to set her broom by the door to dry and dump the ruined pottery into a little mouse sized trash bin. ]

Oh, hello. I didn't realize we had company.

[ The table was littered with little bits and pieces of furniture on a towel, all of them left out to dry while she worked on the trunk's interior. ]

[unladenswallow]

( and i did it to myself. man, if that wasn't something that ciri could relate to... ) I'm not exactly a healer but I have had to deal with my fair share of wounds and solo treatment. I can take a look at it if you'd— ( she trailed off — apprehensive to continue the talk of eleanor having been hurt since she had obviously attempting to hide it. noting the small mouse, she recognized her although it'd be difficult to say the same for mrs. brisby since when they had met; ciri had been a gourd. ) —Mrs. Brisby, nice to see you again albeit this time as myself.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Yay for relating? ELeanor winced a little, though she nodded.]

Yeah, sure, you can take a look at it. I just didn't want to bother any of the healers right now. They've got more important things to worry about.

[She smiled over at Mrs. B.]

She offered to help us clean up. Well... mostly help me clean up the rest of this place. We'll get it back to normal in no time.

[mrsbrisby]

[ She couldn't possibly have recognized Ciri by her looks but the voice was familiar. ]

The last time we met you were much shorter and orange. The spell must have worn off? I am glad!

[ Having these large mousy ears the rest of the conversation hadn't exactly gone unnoticed either... Fair share of wounds and solo treatment? Don't want to bother any of the healers? What were the girls talking about? ]

You wouldn't be bothering me. I think I have done just about all I can do until everything dries out. Were you hurt?

[unladenswallow]

Thank the Gods for that, yes. ( she nodded to mrs. brisby — ciri might have had a newfound respect for having to be itty bitty but she wasn't keen on a repeat any time soon.

oops! the large ears were for the better to hear them with, huh? she nodded toward eleanor but motioned to mrs. b ) Either or, as long as someone looks over the injury. I'd hate knowing you're in pain whilst trying to tidy up.

[az_shrimp_horny]

Short and orange?

[She has questions... But in the meantime she slumps on the couch, raising her hands.]

Okay, okay I give up!

[She sighs, wiping a hand over her face before looking at Mrs. Brisby.]

I didn't want to worry you. I saw Atem outside. He was gonna help me with your trunk but then he freaked out and told me he did this. I lost it and attacked him. Except my aim sucked and I hit myself in the shoulder...

[mrsbrisby]

Ciri was a pumpkin.

[ She explained before darting to the end of the table and looking for a graceful way to make her way over to Eleanor, only... finding out who trashed her place stopped her. ]

Atem did? He seemed so polite... why would he have wanted to destroy my home?

[unladenswallow]

One of the bitches decided to use me for spell practice. ( she nodded toward eleanor, adding in her own tidbit about the whole orange situation.

as mrs b headed toward eleanor, ciri leaned down to take up some of the clothing to look for stains on them, beginning to sort them into piles of "keep" and "try to clean this shit out somehow." )

Appearances can be deceiving, so I'm told. Perhaps it was facade?

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor winced.]

Yikes. Yeah they hit me, too, but I didn't get turned into anything. Guess I was lucky.

[Sighing, she shook her head, looking between the pair.]

I don't know. He seemed confused, almost like he was remembering that he did it. I don't know if someone put him up to it, or someone was fucking with him, or what. All I know is he did it and we should be careful til we know what's going on.

[mrsbrisby]

Being cautious sounds like a very good idea. [ She decided as her little feet landed on the carpet. ] There are still the witches to worry about and their spells, whether Atem meant to do any harm or not. [ A minute later and she was climbing up the furniture to sit next to Eleanor's shoulder on the backrest of the sofa. ] Now I think I could do something about this injury. [ If she wasn't stopped she was going to sing, a light song in her sweet mousy voice that contained the notes of healing magic. ]

[unladenswallow]

It seems several persons where their unfortunate experiments. At least I was only altered into some sort of gourd.

Fair point. ( she nodded. ) We should focus on how to at least subdue them if nothing else. Magic doesn't necessarily mean a trump card in the end. ( atem was, honestly, the least of their worries at the moment. he had done something shitty and ciri had no doubt that people would have a tête-à-tête with him for it but the sisters were really the "prize" they should all have their eyes on. still, he was the topic of conversation and given they were tidying from his mess, well, there may not be a subject change in sight for a minute at least.

she left the medicinal needs to mrs. b since she was able to do more for eleanor than herself. she instead focused on separating clothes. ) Confused? Perhaps he was in an altered state of mind. I know some people who can do some pretty awful things just from losing their temper alone. Maybe Atem had something happen to him that caused him to see in red, so to speak. Not that it makes a difference, really. It was still asshole-like behaviour.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor was definitely not going to stop her! Her tiny awesome roommate was healing her with the magic she just learned. That was awesome! She smiled down at her, not wanting to interrupt her while she worked. The idea of being healed was still a new one and a little weird, but she had to admit, it felt pretty good.]

Yeah... I got a nasty boil on my face. I think I got off the easiest of anyone.

[She sighed, looking up at Ciri]

I don't know. I don't know him as well as some of the others, but this seems super unlike him. He's always so nice. And, yeah, they say 'it's always the quiet ones' but I don't know...

[mrsbrisby]

[ When her song ended Eleanor's shoulder shouldn't still hurt but it might be a little stiff. Healing magic wasn't perfect. She breathed out a tired sigh and sat herself down right where she stood on the back of the sofa to take a rest. ]

Those witches have all this really powerful magic... I don't see why they feel the need to waste it like they have been. Don't they ever get tired?