And we'll all float on, okay -- Jesse

[November Adams]

If one was to glance out at the Courtyard around five pm on the cool Tuesday evening, one might notice the nearly-adult girl unconscious by the back of one of the class buildings. Her arms were crossed beneath her head, the strap of her bag wrapped around her arm as so no one would steal it. Her brunette hair was being tossed around carelessly by the crisp, early spring wind. Her eyes moved beneath her eyelids - she was dreaming.

Classes had been drawlingly long that day - even without slowing down time, the minute hands of the clocks in every room seemed to only snail by with little enthusiasm. Classes were boring - a test in AP Chemistry had kept the teen up most of the night, studying. Science wasn't her strong point (though she still averaged a decent A in that class), and she had flipped out about it until about two in the morning, when she fell asleep on her text book. Awaking the next morning, she had even shrunk to using her ability to buy her some time to not be late for class. After she finished the test, with iffy perceptions on her grade, she had felt an overpowering sense of exhaustion that remained with her throughout the rest of the day. When the final bell rang, November had slung herself out of the classroom, and ended up here on the field, rather than in her room as she had aimed. Finding it a suitable place to sleep with her delirium, she was unconscious in a matter of minutes. It had been about an hour, the brunette now hopelessly lost in a sleep cycle, sending her mind whirling into her subconscious where images and snippets of memories and past thoughts filled her dreams with explosive colours.

The teen was, however, completely unaware of the danger that might have crossed her path. The exhaustion had let November to make a careless mistake - to not only fall asleep outside, in the open, at a school of people with unusual abilities - some of which weren't the best people; but to also leave herself in such a vulnerable mental state. When November dreams, she really dreams. Fears and anxieties mingle with her hopes and loves, causing her face to pinch and wince every once and a while as she continued through her sleep cycle. This sort of mentality left her so vulnerable, she might even do something a bit... stupid.

[Jesse Adams]

”Gabriel! Where the fuck are you?”
“Sorting out a great big fucking mess. Some twat has just managed to leave plans in a fucking cafe.”
“That’s not my fucking problem! What about training?”
“Train your fucking self you whiny ass bitch. Jesus Christ, Jesse, use a bit of initiative. I’m going to be up all fucking night trying to smooth this bullshit over.”
“Fuck you.” Click.

Well fuck. Jesse cracked his neck. He’d dragged his ass all the way to Pilot Ridge for a big fat nothing. Great.

Ever since he’d been recruited by Gabriel, he’d spent his time and energy becoming two very different people. Up at Hammel, he was following orders. He was pretending that he was starting to give a rat’s ass about his fellow students. During training, he pulled only good memories, and only pulled bad ones to improve them. Though he let his emotions rule, like he did before, he was more in control of himself now. He had to be. In his biweekly sessions with the shrink, he was doing exactly what Gabe had told him. Slowly try to convince him he was starting to like the idea of being nicer to people. Starting to try to be a little more humane towards them. Work on getting friends. Bullshit. It was all an act. One that was improved by his sessions with Gabriel. At Hammel, he was working towards becoming a “better person.” All the while getting closer to teachers, to students, and to the shrink. He was learning all he could, and relaying it back to Gabe.

And then there was his training sessions with Gabriel. They were the only things keeping him sane. While his Hammel trainers might be influencing his powers for the good, Gabriel was fine tuning them for evil. Already, he could see an improvement. He was faster at finding decidedly good memories, and twisting them into darkness. And the nightmares were progressing nicely. He’d actually managed to create a hairline fracture in one of his latest victims. Gabe had been particularly proud of that one. But being two faced like this was hard work. Jesse relied on his training with Gabriel to keep his temper, and sadistic nature, in check. But it wasn’t going to work today.

Angrily, he stormed back up to the school, his hands balled into fists. In his mind, it was Gabriel at fault for this, and that did not improve his mood. “Train yourself,” he mimicked. What was that? Bullshit, that was what that was.

As soon as he hit the Hammel grounds, Jesse had full intentions of going to his dorm and attempting to kick his dorm mates out for a little quiet time. But something else caught his attention as he crossed the unusually quiet courtyard. A smirk twitched on his face. Train yourself, huh? This was too easy. She might as well have been gift wrapped. No one was around, and it was the perfect crime. Gabriel had taught him to use a lighter, more delicate touch. He could apply that here.

He crouched down beside the girl, just watching her. Perfect. She was already in dreamland. This was just too easy. Though he despised the whole touching thing, he laid his hand against her arm. In moments, he could see what she was dreaming. It was confusing, but that was easy to overcome. Creating nightmares was easy. Jesse had a twisted imagination, and it came in handy, here. He thought of dark places, of monsters, of her loved ones (he knew she hung out with that pyro kid), so he killed him off, and showed his blood on the girl’s hands. Oh, he was nasty. But it didn’t stop him from delving deeper, and really screwing with her. Train himself. Ha. He was just following orders.

[ooc – apologies for the HUGE. Jesse had massive muse and I couldn’t shut him up.]

[November Adams]

Soccer ball sized eyes danced with octopus legs as whale sharks at through coffee mugs. A swirling sort of mist seemed to settle over the dream land, ebbing and flashing with colours like the lightning of late summer. Brown eyes moved underneath the closed lids as the girl swam in the deep end of her subconscious, only shifting lightly when Jesse's hand ended up on her arm. It wasn't pressured enough to stir her from the dream for more than a moment. But the events twisting hurriedly beneath the girl's eyes would soon disturb her to a point she hadn't been to in a very long time. The area where she sat, just watching the world unfold around her was suddenly cut out from light. Even as a dream figment, Ember startled and looked around frantically. Where had the octopus-eyeballs and whale sharks gone?

A rolling, rumbling sense seemed to fill the area as it became dimly lit. November's figure stood slowly, her vision passing over the emptiness that chilled her deeply. Though the space seemed vacant of air, of life, of movement... of hope, the girl continuously turned and turned, looking for something - anything. This was not like her usual nightmares. This was so much more... wrong. Eyes switched nervously beneath the sockets, sudden anxiety obvious to the outside world that the teen wished so desperately to return to now.

A swish moving past her, twisting her into the nothingness as she slammed down onto what was presumed to be the bottom of her subconscious. Noises suddenly came from all around, echoing into her mind, vibrating the space as images streamed quickly through her vision. People - her parents, her middle school friends, track&field coach, her sister... Sammy. She tried to move, look for him as his image moved around. November twisted and struck out at the images, trying to grab one, trying to get them to help her. A form came underneath her fingers, relief lasting for only a second as liquid oozed beneath her fingers and a scream erupted silently from her lips. Shaking her head furiously - no, no, he couldn't be dead. Not Sammy. Not him, not her pyro, her best friend. A pulling feeling, she was flung backward, something restraining her on all sides.

Whispers in her ears as she looked back, seeing a little redhead girl smiling at her easily. Opening her mouth, Ember tried to speak. Tried to ask her sister something, but what, she did not know. The smile was getting terrifyingly large as it was suddenly twisted into an 'O' in an all too heard scream. Screeches and the sounds of crushing metal and glass filled the air as Ember twisted back around in time to see cars piling together in a messy, twisting, horrifying crash. She screamed, trying to use her power, trying to save them like she had before. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed it away, blocking out the images with her arms. Shaking, her eyes were torn open, watching with terror as her sister's mangled body rolled over in the remnants of a destroyed van. Brown eyes focusing on her, Ember startled as the girl spoke slowing, in a voice that wasn't hers.

"Monster, monster... You're a monster..." It said, the words came from all around her, hissing in familiar voices, so far away. Clutching her head, she screamed again. This wasn't right. This wasn't right. Opening her eyes, feeling the liquid move down her face, and could only watch as her mother twisted a kitchen knife into her own chest with a maniacal grin. "You. Did. This." In a voice not her, tearing the knife away from her own defiled chest, to point it at the teen, "You!" Accusing eyes all over, as November's heart finally jump-started, sending the girl spiraling out of her subconscious.

She didn't even have time to notice the boy holding onto her, as the brown eyes flew open, cold sweat over her brow, shivers down her spine. Letting out the loudest scream she could muster, with all the power tingling in the adrenaline that twisted through her system... They were lost in the infinity of space.

The two teens twisted through the absolute... darkness that was a time jump, Ember's eyes wide and fearful, pain already throbbing through every pore in her body from the strain of reality that came onto her every time she switched into a completely different time. The scream was lost in the nothingness, brown eyes flickering up at last to capture the wide, and evidently scared eyes of the blonde boy who hung onto her - now for dear life. November was shaking, mind too busy to process - the pain was getting to be too much. She couldn't keep this up for long. With a final, shaky breath, and a hugely terrifying jerk through the nothingness, both pairs of eyes were suddenly flooded with light and colour as real time captured them and pulled them back to reality.

The sun had dipped almost completely behind the horizon, bleeding a murky orange-red onto the sliver of light that occupied the mostly-dark sky. Brown eyes stared up at the stars just barely poking through the blue inkiness of the evening sky, pain swirling beneath her eyelids, throbbing through every body part. Crooking out a string of curse words, she rolled heavily onto her side, clutching at the ground for support - she had to know she was there. That she was still alive and not caught in the nothingness of the time warps. The nausea was something she was used to; the pain however... was as bad as ever.

[Jesse Adams]

There was a fantastic element about human beings, when it came to Jesse’s particular gift. Human nature would allow the imagination to run wild. When he performed dream manipulation, their subconscious would feed off of it. Make it ten times worse. It was funny, when humans were shown the things they feared the most. Their minds ran away from it, twisted it into something decidedly more... wicked. And he saw it all, watching their minds flounder and darken, much like a scene from a film. Once the ball was rolling, there was no stopping it.

And the things he saw. Killing off her little friend, that had only been the tip of the iceberg. He saw something akin to memories begin to unfold, awful memories, the kind he liked to play with daily. Gabriel’s training was paying off. This was too good. There was something he liked about messing with the subconscious like this. People were affected by dreams, like it or not. And not just physically, from what he inflicted, but mentally. Have you ever had a dream someone close to you has died? There’s that panic when you wake up, like you have to call them, to ensure they’re safe. It was that feeling of panic Jesse thrived on. And it was working here. He could see it. Feel it. Gabriel would be proud of him. ... Not that he cared what the bastard thought.

If the shrink knew what he was up to, this very moment, Jesse knew he would be in trouble. His reformed criminal act would be completely null and void. If he blew things now, he risked blowing a lot of things. He’d probably get isolated, which would leave him not only exposed to the effects of his own powers, but he wouldn’t be able to meet with Gabriel anymore. He’d be risking losing his powers. He was positive the shrink hadn’t been bluffing about that. It begged the question why he would bother to be so stupid as to risk everything, but... he was frustrated. Frustration and anger balled together made for a somewhat unstable, unpredictable teenager. With a sadistic nature. His golden boy act was long forgotten now. Would Gabriel be angry with him for the potential exposure? Maybe. But Jesse was determined that no one was going to find out. Like usual, it would be a quick in and out. He’d just let go and go about his business, leaving the girl to wonder what had happened. He had a reputation for being bad around the school, yes. But so few people knew about his secondary power. Which was too bad. Nightmares were his own personal, sick form of art.

His plan had been to freak her out, and let go. But then something went wrong. He felt the jolt in the girls’ body, and the scream. While the darker part of him loved the sound, he wanted to clamp his hands over his ears. But it wasn’t an option. He winced and held tighter to her arm, his eyes screwed closed. Something was seriously wrong. This had never happened before. It had to be her power. His was functioning normally. He opened his eyes, completely freaked out.

And then, they were on the ground again. Jesse let go the second he felt the solidness beneath him, shaking. He was hurting, he felt sick... it took all his self control not to toss his cookies right on the grass. His fingers dug into the ground as he tossed a hateful look Ember’s way. “What... the fuck... was that?” Things looked different now. The sky was darker. But it was the same ground, same school. Anything was possible, at Hammel. It could be a parallel universe, for all he knew. But his self preservation instincts were kicking in. He had to get away. He had to protect himself, protect his connections. He knew if the shrink managed to connect him to Gabriel, things would be a lot tougher. And Gabriel was all over his memories now.

Of course, he could always play it cool. Ember didn’t have to know he’d influenced her dreams. He could have been innocent. Worried about her, all alone on the grass. It made him want to vomit even more. But it was worth a shot. Maybe.

[November Adams]

Horrifying images swam beneath her eyelids as she tried desperately to wait out the wave of pain hitting her. The feeling came from all over, shocks going through her system, fingers twitching more so now that she had used her power. A shiver racketed through her small body as her eye flew open and set focus on the voice that was speaking to her. The familiar blonde was lying beside her, obviously getting his first taste of what it was like to bend space and time. His face showed obvious signs of sickness, a brief moment of sympathy washing over her for him - November knew all too well the outcomes of a time jump and how much of a toll it had on people.

But the feeling only lasted a moment - that dream. This boy, Jesse, someone her close friends had a problem with. She had never really spoken to him before, and therefore didn't have anything against him personally. She had heard of his power, memory manipulator. That was a dangerous cop, and she had already heard many stories of his outbursts in the middle of lessons where he had twisted a memory of a classmate for some sick, twisted fix. "That," Her voice was airy, and shaky, and exasperated, "Was a time jump." It was kind of useless to speak of, but maybe it would offer him some understanding. "A couple of hours, I would judge," She was choking on her words, the pain still coming in flashes as her fingers curled and uncurled in restrain to scream out in agony.

Memory manipulator... Her eyes were drawn back to the shaking form of the peculiar teenage boy... Memories... That dream. "You..." She started, eyes widening exponentially, "You asshole! That was you, wasn't it!?" Her dream, filled with contorted images of terrifying memories, her own fears had held her in a choke hold. That was no normal nightmare (if there was such a thing) that was so much more... wrong than any other night terror she had had. Rolling over, ignoring the sudden weighted pain on her limbs, she dragged herself closer to him, shaky hand placed around his neck. Not enough to choke him, but enough to hold his attention, "What. The fuck," November said, fury dancing in her normally cool brown eyes. The sudden movements had proved to be too much, her hand slipping from his skin to her own forehead, trying to press the pain away. Fighting back the tears, she felt frustrated - was she crying because of the pain? Or the anger? Or maybe the immense feeling of... aloneness that accompanied her after dreams such as that one she just had.

[Jesse Adams]

Whatever was going on, Jesse didn’t like it. He didn’t like surprises, and that was one hell of a surprise. His head was spinning, and he still wasn’t sure how successful he was going to be in the ‘keeping his lunch down’ mission. His fingers still gripped at the ground, like it would somehow anchor him in place. He’d never had to experience the side effects of other abilities. His own were bad enough, what with his own nightmares (he was not sleeping tonight, if he could help it), and his memories fading. This was entirely new, and he didn’t like it.

Jesse had a reputation. He’d worked hard to build it. He liked it where it was. Gabriel’s suggestion fucked with that. He’d been “good” since their first meeting. At least, he’d taken the steps to being “good” to get certain meddling adults off of his back. But his reputation still stood. But as he lay, recovering, at least November had the decency to tell him what had happened. He shuddered, bringing one hand up to his head. “... Fuck.” He didn’t fully understand, but that didn’t mean he liked it. A couple of hours? Oh shit. He probably had messages from Gabriel, wondering what the hell he was doing. Funny how his mind jumps to that automatically.

Then the accusations came. Jesse had had full intentions of being nice, being decent. Playing along with Gabriel’s plans. But being accused of things never went down well with him. He got defensive. Very defensive. And when Jesse was defensive, he was often violent. His green eyes flashed a little as she called him an asshole. Not that it wasn’t justly deserved. “Maybe.” The word was more grunted than anything else. He was still struggling to recover. He even closed his eyes, rolling onto his back. And then he felt the hands on his neck. His eyes snapped open, and he locked an angry gaze on Ember. “Hey, you were free game, bitch.” Besides, Gabriel had told him to ‘train himself.’ He thought he’d done a pretty thorough job with Miss Adams. The moment her hand was off of him, he moved away, trying to push away the nausea. “Go cry to your little pyro spaz.” Low, but that was how Jesse operated. He slowly got his feet under him, hating the dizzy feeling. He had to get out of here. It wasn’t that he feared Ember, or even who she might run to. He just needed to lock himself in his dorm, and text Gabriel. After all, he was proud of himself. He didn’t even look back.

[November Adams]

She wanted to get up. She wanted to slow down time to play some nasty trick on him. Or think up some witty comeback to his snarky comments. She wanted so badly to stand up for herself rather than just lay there pathetically on the grass in the dimming lights of the late evening, watching him through spikes of pain as Jesse limped and tumbled gracelessly away. She didn't know where he was going, but she couldn't help the bubbling feeling of anger in her chest. "I am so weak," her mind hissed, November squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. The throbbing that ran through every artery, every vein. The sinking feeling of... complete loneliness as the sounds of night began to tumble through the once still air. Crickets played their music, sequedas buzzing with rising and falling rhythms. "Get up," she kept trying. She would drag her arms underneath her, attempt to support her weight before hot flashes of angry pain would cause her to tumble again to the grassy ground, cooling from the lack of sun light.

She would be out here all night, at this rate. It took hours to get the pain to stop regularly. She had mastered only part of her power - but time jumps were way out of her reach. They would take years of intense training to get to a point where she wasn't hurting herself every time she performed on. November let out a groan of defeat, letting the hot tears trail down her face, her chest heaving with effort. The brunette curled in on herself, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to wait out the pain. Sniffling dejectedly, she wondered idly where the blonde had slunk off to. In the direction of the dorms, but also the direction of the road. Offhandedly thinking that he may have run away.

She had to tell someone what he did - if he had twisted her dreams, there's no doubt he wouldn't for someone else. Even if she was "free game" as he put it. Cursing herself, curling even tighter into the ball of self-loathing. Who to tell - there were the professors, of course. But which one to tell? Hammel had plenty of Institute officials roaming around - Wait. Who was that one? The psychiatrist person? Racketing her brain for his name, she squeezed her eyes shut as the migraine heightened in her strained mental state. "Neville," she breathed out, "Mr. Neville. I'll... find him..." She let out an exasperated sigh, shutting her eyes, the tears still trailing down her face, dribbling off her chin into the cool grass she laid on.

[Samuel Rixon]

Two hours ago, Sam had pressed the panic button. When he’d been unable to find Ember after class, he’d been confused, but he’d let it go. But that was almost four hours ago now. He’d spent the better part of two hours tearing across the school. He’d looked everywhere. The classrooms, detention (that was long shot, even he’d had to admit), the dorms, the halls, the gym, the cafeteria, everywhere. He’d ducked into the library, only to get kicked out for being noisy. But no, Ember wasn’t there, either. And Sam was seriously worried. Had she been kidnapped? Raped? Murdered? (He watched entirely too much television.) Even Vincent and Horus had been at a loss as to where their female companion had disappeared to.

Out of desperation, he’d gone outside to hunt for Ember. She hadn’t been answering her phone, even though he’d left her half a dozen voice messages, and a few text messages begging her to talk to him. He was frantically going over their last interaction in his mind, trying to find something she could be mad about. But nothing came to light. Nothing. Which left outside factors.

He tore across the grounds in his socks. He hadn’t bothered to go up and get his shoes. He was in too much of a hurry to deal with something like shoes. What he needed was to find Ember. Now. Before he went crazy and phoned the police to file a missing persons report. Was he overreacting? Just a touch, but he was worried. Ember didn’t usually up and disappear like this. She was supposed to be back in the dorm, doing her homework, just like always.

The pyro padded across the grass, keeping a sharp eye out for his best friend. It was getting dark, and if she wasn’t in the school, she was probably out here, if she was even still on the grounds at all. If it was anyone else, he might have considered the possibility of a last minute dinner date. But that couldn’t be right, because Ember didn’t really date. They were so alike in that aspect.

And then, he found her. Curled up in the grass, for a moment he wondered if she’d just come out to nap, or something. “Ember!” He called her name, waving. As he drew closer, however, he was starting to realize that not everything was all right. The way Ember was lying... Sam ran the rest of the way, crashing onto his knees and resting a hand on November’s shoulder. “Ember? Emby? What’s wrong? What happened? Who’ve I gotta kill?” Because damn it, no one messed with his Ember.

[November Adams]

The mixture of emotions and dropping temperatures was causing small rivets to tremor through the girl's body. She shivered pathetically, curling up tighter on herself to keep some sort of vital heat. It was getting far too cold - and judging by the murky purple colour appearing on her fingertips, the mountain air would get below freezing that night. It wasn't a surprise - in fact, it was really a regular occurrence. Spring in the mountains was like winter on the plateaus. Frost would cover the ground in the morning, if not a thin layer of ice on the sidewalks, causing amusing fits of gravity-defying acts in the morning walking to classes. Just that day had the snow from a week earlier finally melted, leaving only chunks where a few children had build snow forts and snowmen. November's thoughts reminded her that she had to get inside, or she'll freeze to death. She couldn't stay out here all night.

But she couldn't bring herself to move. She wanted to just lay there forever, and let the cold take her breaths in the dead of night. Ember felt... so alone at that moment. None of her friends surrounding her, no lighthearted banter being tossed or jokes being breed. No pestering to finish homework, or laying in a large pile of humans while watching B-horror films. She sniffled, trying to keep from violently sobbing into the cold grass - that would take her self-worth down a couple notches.

The brunette startled when there was a sudden shift in the silence - was she delusional? That was a pretty safe bet, actually. It wasn't until someone landed heavily beside her that she believed there was someone else actually there. Rolling over tiredly, her eyes focused on the familiar features of her closest companion. "S-Sammy?" She choked out, more tears streaming down her face. November's hand moved shakily from around her stomach to grasp his closes hand, reveling at the warmth and the fact that he was there - he was real. She sniffled, squeezing the appendage desperately, "Jesse... h-he..." More tears, a string of unrecognizable words. "I-I... wanna go.. home."

[Samuel Rixon]

November should know that for Sam to even contemplate going outside after sunset, because of the cool weather, she had to be pretty special. Even more so that he was probably going to suffer for it later. He was only in his socks, thin cotton pyjama pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. But he was moving on an adrenaline rush right now. He wasn’t feeling the cold, regardless of how much he might complain normally. Right now, finding Ember was important. The only problem was, when he did, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. He’d seen her vulnerable, yes. And upset. And emotional. And PMSing. But this didn’t fit in anywhere.

He let her take his hand, not even caring that she probably felt like a stupid Twilight vampire. He clutched her hand closer, his other arm reaching around her, pulling her against him. “Jesus fucking Christ, Em. You’re freezing.” He pulled her closer, rubbing her back, trying to get her warmed up. Now he was just getting ticked off. Someone had done something to her. Something bad. And he was personally going to punch in the face of whoever had done it. He didn’t get angry often, but when he did, he was not a good person to cross. Hurting one of his friends, especially Ember, was likely to get you killed.

The fact she was crying might have freaked out most guys. But with Sam, who had grown up with a whole herd of sisters, crying wasn’t something he wasn’t used to. He just held Ember closer, before pulling back only to peel off his hoodie, which he draped around her shoulders before pulling her back against his chest. The name Jesse made him flinch, his eyes flashing orange for just a moment. Jesse. His grip tightened a bit, more protective now. “What did the little fucker do?” He pressed his warm cheek to her forehead. He wasn’t surprised she wanted to go home. “Shh. Shh, babe. It’s okay. ‘Kay? It’s gonna be okay. C’mere.” Now he was starting to feel the cold. “Babe, let’s go inside, ‘kay? You’re gonna freeze out here.” So was he, but he wasn’t worried about that.

[November Adams]

Ember hated crying. She hated being vulnerable, scared - a girl. Had to be taken care of, looked after, comforted. She was independent, and calm. She was not emotional, until the surplus of hormones that one week out of the month. But this... these racketing sobs and slipping tears were out of her control. As if some unknown force was controlling her, making her cry. Making her show a weaker side of herself. She clung to the pyrokenetic when he held her close to his superheated body, her fingers curling around his thin shirt. The more conscious, Ember-like part of her mind was suddenly fretting over his body temperature, and the fact that he was out in such little clothing - well, for him. Usually he'd be complaining and stealing her jacket by this point, complaining of the cold and insisting they get inside before his toes fall off. But the part of her that was in control only held him tighter.

It was a pretty well known fact that Ember liked human contact. Whether it was holding hands between classes, or sleeping next to the person she just met that day, it was something she was used to doing. The brunette like the heat and comfort another person gave off, and Sammy was no exception to this. Actually, he was really the person she was beside the most during the night. They shared a room, and most of the time a bed. It wasn't even sexual (usually), she just liked him being there. November exhaled shakily, trying to get the sobs under control. She made a strange whining noise when he questioned what the blonde had done. She couldn't... speak. Not correctly, or without stuttering over her words. White spots dotted her vision as she squeezed them shut, sniffling pathetically at the migraine that wasn't going away easily. "... Y-yeah..." She nodded into the crook of his neck, wanting to be inside, possibly taking a very long, hot shower in the dark and curling up in her room for hours. The brunette barely remembered to grab her bag, slinging the strap over her shoulder carefully. Shakily, she looked back at the pyro, raising her eyebrows momentarily before she muttered, "Time j-jump," In a halfhearted explanation of what had just happened

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We can head to the dorms now, if you wanna write that.