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I am travelling again [private conversation]
[No, it probably isn't the best time to talk to Near about going home, but Mel can't sleep, and she's been feeling the urgency of the need to return to their world, and finish Kira, and guarantee everyone's safety, ever since the futures room. She's just been... sidetracked. But she and Mail have been researching magical travel, and she knows she ( Read more... ) -
What dark time is coming? [private conversation]
[Fake-Winchester is blindingly sunny today, and Mel's eyes are strangely sensitive. She was sitting on the window seat trying to study the spell for going home, but she started to feel ill and dizzy, and it didn't stop until she pulled the curtains shut and moved well away from the window, to the bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? she thinks. She ( Read more... ) -
I am Mel's secret maternal instinct
[Mel goes to the kitchen to find some treats for puppy!Matt, glancing behind her every so often to make sure he can keep up. There's some beef jerky in one of the cabinets, and Mel pulls a piece out for herself before sticking the package in her pocket. Finally she finds some proper dog treats and takes them too.]OK, little bit, let's make this ( Read more... ) -
Week two [private conversation]
[Mel's in Mail's clothes, because her fingers were still bandaged when she got dressed, but they aren't now. It was impossible to cook with the damn band-aids on. She continues to crave rare, rare, almost bloody hamburger, but she's an inexperienced cook at best, so she hasn't gotten one the way she wants it yet. She's been at it for a little while ( Read more... ) -
ooc: DED on my lil feets
Still wrestling with the book from hell. D: D: D: Today is the day all those chapters I sent out for review are coming home to me, like a flock of little ducklings. (Hee, ducklings.) Only these ducklings have teeth and are bitey and need every little feather inspected for mistakes ( Read more... ) -
Don't talk of worlds that never were
[To Mel's dismay, her insomnia seems to be returning, though she's been trying to hide it so Mail won't worry. She keeps catching herself nibbling on her fingernails when she's not paying attention, too. It must have something to do with that damn futures room, she thinks. So she found the library with the books about magic, and pulled out all of ( Read more... ) -
Here we are in our summer years, living on ice cream and chocolate kisses [private conversation]
*Mel's really glad she can get mad again, because if she'd had to cry when she nicked herself slicing tomatoes, instead of cursing and kicking the stove, she would've been mortified. She finishes making the two sandwiches, wraps them up, and puts them in the picnic basket with the bottle of lemonade, plates, napkins, and glasses, and a smallish ( Read more... ) -
Certain habits still remain imbedded with the shadow of a doubt [private conversation]
*Mel's sitting on the window seat, deeply annoyed with fake-Winchester, but staring out at it anyway. As it sometimes does, it seems to reflect her mood, grey clouds piled high in the sky, trees lashing in the wind that drives the rain against the windows. She's sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, one arm wrapped around them, the other hand ( Read more... ) -
Help me help myself [private conversation]
[Being little wasn't horrible, but it was annoying, and Mel is quite happy when she turns back Wednesday afternoon. The room, sadly, does not grow up with her, stubbornly remaining a duplicate of her Wammy's House room. She remembers Pinkie wanting to talk about things that her kid-self wouldn't quite get, and goes out and looks around for him, but ( Read more... ) -
Sick Mel is sick
[Mel cajoled her way into getting out of bed long enough to at least take a shower, so she could stop feeling so fucking grubby. As she washes her hair, she thinks that what she needs is information. She stayed in the room all last night; she's stubborn, but she really doesn't want Mail to worry. Surely by now Ryuzaki or someone has figured it out ( Read more... )