Dee + Lucia - what to do
Who: Dee and Lucia
Where: Lucia's room
When: after Lena's siren post
Ratings and Warnings: PG for a little language
This whole thing with Lena, the weirdness, everything- it was really getting under Dee's skin. Worst of all, because she couldn't figure anything out about it. Being stupid always sucked in times like this, when the only way out of your troubles involved thinking. Her gut reaction was to try and pull Lena out of the Hour and just-- fucking get her out of the country, get her away from Belief. But Lena herself would dislike that, wouldn't she? And anyway, would any of her siblings allow it? Should Dee even have a say in this, when even Elia probably had better ideas to deal with the whole thing? She didn't know.
The answer was probably to visit Lucia. She knew Lena better than any of them, she'd probably be able to work everything out. Dee rapped on her door at the Hour and took a step back, looking up and down in the corridor. Was she in? Hopefully...this needed to be sorted out, and quickly.
Lucia was in! She was in and worried. Even her books didn't serve as enough distraction from her worry about Lena. She had been awful to that siren persona over the ledgers, and she was certain that it wasn't the Lena she knew... but she couldn't exactly work out why that kind of personality would come out. She wasn't sure why Belief would cause her to change like that, and she had tried researching sirens, but nothing she found explained it. Greek epic poems were no help at all, and they were awful reads.
At the knock, Lucia answered the door, and a look of surprise washed over her face. "Dea? What are you doing here?" She waved for her sister to come into her messy room. Was she here to talk about Lena?
"Hey..." Dee sidled in, her eyes sweeping over the mess that was Lucia's room. "Tidy up," she grumbled, but only half-heartedly.
Dee shifted position a couple times, folding her arms and touching her forehead. Small talk? No, no point. "What's going on with Lena?" Might as well get to the core of it quickly. "Something odd's happening with her and I don't know what to do."
"You know it'll only get messy again," she said, shrugging. What was the point? If Dea wanted to help tidy the room up for her, she wouldn't stop her, but cleaning was only something Lucia did when she had absolutely nothing else to do or if it was a direct order.
She pressed her lips into a firm line, crossing her arms. "I think it has to be something with how Belief has affected her, but... I don't know how or why it ended up that way. It's like she developed another personality she can't control." Lucia had mentioned using Belief to try and change her back, but... that was only to fool. Belief wasn't something she wanted to resort to even as a last ditch desperate plan. "I don't understand it, and none of the books I've read have helped me."
"I don't get it either," Dee muttered, her head hanging. But that was obvious. If not even Lucia had an idea of what to do, then they really were fucked.
She looked up after a moment of thought, hope flitting over her face briefly. "What if we...took her away from the city for a little while? Would that help?"
"Maybe?" There was doubt in her voice. "I don't think Belief is that far reaching... at least not anymore, but..." Lena wouldn't like it. "I don't think Lena would agree." And the skeptical part of her was 95 percent certain that nothing would change. Her twin wouldn't get worse if they made her leave, but would she get better? Probably not.
She looked out her window. "Where would we send her if we could?" Being without her twin was also daunting. Lucia couldn't remember a time where she couldn't just see Lena whenever she wanted.
"I didn't think so," any hope quickly faded from Dee's voice. What other options were there? There were no quick fixes, were there? "I don't know. We could all go to Tartessos together? Visit the in-laws?" Piss off Diya, but then her very existence did that. Who cared about his feelings?
That startled a laugh out of her. "What? You would really want to see the Lord Medellos?" Any way she tried to think about it, she imagined it would end up an awful time even if visiting Tartessos could be fun.
"I don't know." She bowed her head and thought. "May... maybe I can try and see if someone has some kind of magic that can help?" But she didn't know that many Others. It couldn't hurt to try. "It would be a long shot." Maybe it was best just to ship Lena off to Tartessos.
Dee shrugged uselessly. "If it got us out of the city!"
She took in a deep breath, then sighed. "Alright, if that works. Maybe there's someone who can...I don't know, suspend the change or something."
"If we need to, let's try it," she said after a moment of silence. "... Ask your husband or sister-in-law how good an idea that is first, though. If it gets to that." Lucia had a pretty good idea that it was a bad idea, but it was good to know just how bad of an idea it would be.
"We'll see, we'll see!" She echoed Dee's sigh. "It can't hurt to see." It'd just be one more idea they could cross of their list. If they couldn't help Lena, it wouldn't be for lack of trying. "There are so many Others here. There has to be one..."
"Right, right..." Augh, this was such an awful situation. One she was completely unable to help, too. It seemed that they were hurtling along to an inevitable bad ending. Dee folded and unfolded her arms, then pressed a hand to her forehead, unsure of what to do.
"You do that," Dee nodded, her face clouded with thought. "Try and figure something out."
That was all they could do. Try and figure things out. Still, there was a pessimistic knot in the bottom of her stomach that told her there was nothing she could do about any of this.
Lost in thought, she turned, but stopped and held up a finger. "Should we get something to eat?"
"I will." Lucia nodded firmly. She would figure something out or work herself ragged trying. It wouldn't be the first time.
Cracking a smile, she said, "Sure, that sounds good. We can probably think better with a full stomach anyways." It was an optimistic way of looking at things, but she'd rather be optimistic now than think everything would be doomed all the time. "Are you cooking or are we going to make someone else cook for us?"
"Let's go find an inn," Dee turned to walk out the door and made a gesture for Lucia to follow her. "I'm too," worried, "burned out to cook. Come on."
Where: Lucia's room
When: after Lena's siren post
Ratings and Warnings: PG for a little language
This whole thing with Lena, the weirdness, everything- it was really getting under Dee's skin. Worst of all, because she couldn't figure anything out about it. Being stupid always sucked in times like this, when the only way out of your troubles involved thinking. Her gut reaction was to try and pull Lena out of the Hour and just-- fucking get her out of the country, get her away from Belief. But Lena herself would dislike that, wouldn't she? And anyway, would any of her siblings allow it? Should Dee even have a say in this, when even Elia probably had better ideas to deal with the whole thing? She didn't know.
The answer was probably to visit Lucia. She knew Lena better than any of them, she'd probably be able to work everything out. Dee rapped on her door at the Hour and took a step back, looking up and down in the corridor. Was she in? Hopefully...this needed to be sorted out, and quickly.
Lucia was in! She was in and worried. Even her books didn't serve as enough distraction from her worry about Lena. She had been awful to that siren persona over the ledgers, and she was certain that it wasn't the Lena she knew... but she couldn't exactly work out why that kind of personality would come out. She wasn't sure why Belief would cause her to change like that, and she had tried researching sirens, but nothing she found explained it. Greek epic poems were no help at all, and they were awful reads.
At the knock, Lucia answered the door, and a look of surprise washed over her face. "Dea? What are you doing here?" She waved for her sister to come into her messy room. Was she here to talk about Lena?
"Hey..." Dee sidled in, her eyes sweeping over the mess that was Lucia's room. "Tidy up," she grumbled, but only half-heartedly.
Dee shifted position a couple times, folding her arms and touching her forehead. Small talk? No, no point. "What's going on with Lena?" Might as well get to the core of it quickly. "Something odd's happening with her and I don't know what to do."
"You know it'll only get messy again," she said, shrugging. What was the point? If Dea wanted to help tidy the room up for her, she wouldn't stop her, but cleaning was only something Lucia did when she had absolutely nothing else to do or if it was a direct order.
She pressed her lips into a firm line, crossing her arms. "I think it has to be something with how Belief has affected her, but... I don't know how or why it ended up that way. It's like she developed another personality she can't control." Lucia had mentioned using Belief to try and change her back, but... that was only to fool. Belief wasn't something she wanted to resort to even as a last ditch desperate plan. "I don't understand it, and none of the books I've read have helped me."
"I don't get it either," Dee muttered, her head hanging. But that was obvious. If not even Lucia had an idea of what to do, then they really were fucked.
She looked up after a moment of thought, hope flitting over her face briefly. "What if we...took her away from the city for a little while? Would that help?"
"Maybe?" There was doubt in her voice. "I don't think Belief is that far reaching... at least not anymore, but..." Lena wouldn't like it. "I don't think Lena would agree." And the skeptical part of her was 95 percent certain that nothing would change. Her twin wouldn't get worse if they made her leave, but would she get better? Probably not.
She looked out her window. "Where would we send her if we could?" Being without her twin was also daunting. Lucia couldn't remember a time where she couldn't just see Lena whenever she wanted.
"I didn't think so," any hope quickly faded from Dee's voice. What other options were there? There were no quick fixes, were there? "I don't know. We could all go to Tartessos together? Visit the in-laws?" Piss off Diya, but then her very existence did that. Who cared about his feelings?
That startled a laugh out of her. "What? You would really want to see the Lord Medellos?" Any way she tried to think about it, she imagined it would end up an awful time even if visiting Tartessos could be fun.
"I don't know." She bowed her head and thought. "May... maybe I can try and see if someone has some kind of magic that can help?" But she didn't know that many Others. It couldn't hurt to try. "It would be a long shot." Maybe it was best just to ship Lena off to Tartessos.
Dee shrugged uselessly. "If it got us out of the city!"
She took in a deep breath, then sighed. "Alright, if that works. Maybe there's someone who can...I don't know, suspend the change or something."
"If we need to, let's try it," she said after a moment of silence. "... Ask your husband or sister-in-law how good an idea that is first, though. If it gets to that." Lucia had a pretty good idea that it was a bad idea, but it was good to know just how bad of an idea it would be.
"We'll see, we'll see!" She echoed Dee's sigh. "It can't hurt to see." It'd just be one more idea they could cross of their list. If they couldn't help Lena, it wouldn't be for lack of trying. "There are so many Others here. There has to be one..."
"Right, right..." Augh, this was such an awful situation. One she was completely unable to help, too. It seemed that they were hurtling along to an inevitable bad ending. Dee folded and unfolded her arms, then pressed a hand to her forehead, unsure of what to do.
"You do that," Dee nodded, her face clouded with thought. "Try and figure something out."
That was all they could do. Try and figure things out. Still, there was a pessimistic knot in the bottom of her stomach that told her there was nothing she could do about any of this.
Lost in thought, she turned, but stopped and held up a finger. "Should we get something to eat?"
"I will." Lucia nodded firmly. She would figure something out or work herself ragged trying. It wouldn't be the first time.
Cracking a smile, she said, "Sure, that sounds good. We can probably think better with a full stomach anyways." It was an optimistic way of looking at things, but she'd rather be optimistic now than think everything would be doomed all the time. "Are you cooking or are we going to make someone else cook for us?"
"Let's go find an inn," Dee turned to walk out the door and made a gesture for Lucia to follow her. "I'm too," worried, "burned out to cook. Come on."