Broken and mended
Who : Lestat de Lioncourt, Pandora, Celebrimbor
What : Lestat and Cele take care of a carbonized Ancient.
When : August 18th or there abouts, the night after this.
Rating : PG-13 because there's bloody things sort of.
Celebrimbor: *Once Celebrimbor returned to conciousness after the fire he stole away as soon as he could to sneak back into the ruined portion of the mansion. His room was somehow still accessible, the floors and ceiling retaining enough integrety that they didn't seem likely to fall in on him. Once there he thought it would have almost been kinder if they had. She was still alive, if just barely, and he raced to get something, anything to cover her with to block out the sun. Nightfall finds him still there, having hidden from his relatives, and blankets cover both the windows and what's left of his lover to block out the light. Even artifical lights have been banned, to him, and the room is very, very dark. He's sitting with his back against the door, something still half-mad about his eyes.*
LestatdeLioncourt: *enters the mansion looking a bit guilty as he opens the door. Glancing around the front room he checks to see if the person he is searching for is there, when he does not find her he moves on.* *tentatively* ::--Pandora? Are you here?:: *the smell of the char hits him only moments later and immediately he begins heading in that direction, curious but not yet worried.*
Pandora: ::--- Lestat:: *there's illness and her voice is faint, but she is there nonetheless, and she has little control, which means Cele can likely hear her too* ::The Fire -- ::
Celebrimbor: *his head snaps up when he hears her and he looks around, but he mostly thinks he must be hearing things. He's not quite in his right mind to begin with.*
LestatdeLioncourt: *he frowns deeply, his pace quickening.* ::Tell me where you are.:: *the damage slows him some but not enough to matter much, selfish reasons push him onward*
Pandora: ::My appartments:: *which we don't know if she ever told him where they where --- and an idea comes to her -- * ::Carus, do you hear me?::
Celebrimbor: *can't be not possible...* ...Lydia? *barely a whisper, spoken aloud, his voice is rough and hoarse from the smoke. and probably screaming*
Pandora: ::Yes.:: --- ::Carus, Lestat is coming, he will help -- you must let him in, guide him here.::
LestatdeLioncourt: *rather suddenly finds his way to a place where there seems to be much less rubble and more room to move around though he has managed to get himself rather turned around and does not see the other man there just yet*
Celebrimbor: *he looks dazedly toward where she is lying and silently rises to open the door, because whether or not he's hallucinating this conversation he's going to what Pan says*
Pandora: ::Lestat, my consort is with me. Be gentle to him, he will open the door for you. His name is Celebrimbor.::
LestatdeLioncourt: *runs his hands over his forehead and through his hair* ::I had come here tonight and speak with you-- I've no intention to hurt anyone. I did not know I would be rescuing anyone either...Marius says I enjoy playing the hero, however, so this is a splendid opportunity. Have him open the door then when he is ready.::
Celebrimbor: *and he does, staring blankly out at Lestat. He'll probably settle without /too/ much difficulty once Pan's alright, but for now there's something decidedly /off/ about him.
Pandora: *hence the behavioral recommendation* ::I know you have no evil intention, Lestat. You come to us in a time of turmoil.::
LestatdeLioncourt: *turns around at the sound of the door, looking at the curious man in the door and recognizing all too well the stare that has locked eyes with his own in the mirror only too recently* *kindly, gently* I've come to help.
Celebrimbor: How? *voice is still rough, but there's something almost pleading about it, he doesn't know what to do*
LestatdeLioncourt: *smiles a little in a friendly sort of way* I'll need to see her first, but the answer is almost always the same when it comes to our kind.
Pandora: {{keep going for a bit, if you want? She doesn't have much to say here}}
Celebrimbor: If there is anything that I can give... *and yes, he says that knowing exactly what Lestat means*
LestatdeLioncourt: May I come in? *takes a small step toward him* I shall have to see.
Celebrimbor: *hesitantly moves back to allow Lestat into the room. Which as we've said is very dark*
LestatdeLioncourt: *steps only into the room and no further, turning to face him and seeing him fairly clearly despite the darkness* --Take me to her, won't you? She said you were her consort-- I shall not impose by simply walking about.
Celebrimbor: *nods slightly and almost absently, and goes to her. very very gently he begins to move the blankets away*
Pandora: *she is very burned, most of her features ccannot be distinguished under the black crust, but the humanoid shape is there, nonetheless* ::Lestat, if -- protect him, please ---::
LestatdeLioncourt: *moves closer, kneeling down beside them, the sight causing his mind to stop altogether for a moment. When it begins working again he is overcome with pity.* ::Was it the fire that did this? It does not-- Something similar but to a lesser degree happened to my husband.:: *pauses a moment* ::I've not eaten recently, but I've something. Will you take it?::
Pandora: --- ::Thank you:: *she cannot articulate more, the thought of the pain being reduced is too much, and this is her, doing the equivalent of grabby hands, basically.
Celebrimbor: *just holds her gently, afraid to touch for fear of hurting her*
Pandora: *her eyes are there, though, alive, and on him, and much the same as they've ever been, if not for the pain, and she's grateful that he's there*
Typist note: Due to typist availability, alas, the remainder of the log was handwaved. In short, Lestat gave Pandora what he could, likely, as did Celebrimbor, and she ended up with as much functionality as possible. She can walk and use most of her powers, though sparingly, but is now darkly tanned and her skin is highly sensitive.
What : Lestat and Cele take care of a carbonized Ancient.
When : August 18th or there abouts, the night after this.
Rating : PG-13 because there's bloody things sort of.
Celebrimbor: *Once Celebrimbor returned to conciousness after the fire he stole away as soon as he could to sneak back into the ruined portion of the mansion. His room was somehow still accessible, the floors and ceiling retaining enough integrety that they didn't seem likely to fall in on him. Once there he thought it would have almost been kinder if they had. She was still alive, if just barely, and he raced to get something, anything to cover her with to block out the sun. Nightfall finds him still there, having hidden from his relatives, and blankets cover both the windows and what's left of his lover to block out the light. Even artifical lights have been banned, to him, and the room is very, very dark. He's sitting with his back against the door, something still half-mad about his eyes.*
LestatdeLioncourt: *enters the mansion looking a bit guilty as he opens the door. Glancing around the front room he checks to see if the person he is searching for is there, when he does not find her he moves on.* *tentatively* ::--Pandora? Are you here?:: *the smell of the char hits him only moments later and immediately he begins heading in that direction, curious but not yet worried.*
Pandora: ::--- Lestat:: *there's illness and her voice is faint, but she is there nonetheless, and she has little control, which means Cele can likely hear her too* ::The Fire -- ::
Celebrimbor: *his head snaps up when he hears her and he looks around, but he mostly thinks he must be hearing things. He's not quite in his right mind to begin with.*
LestatdeLioncourt: *he frowns deeply, his pace quickening.* ::Tell me where you are.:: *the damage slows him some but not enough to matter much, selfish reasons push him onward*
Pandora: ::My appartments:: *which we don't know if she ever told him where they where --- and an idea comes to her -- * ::Carus, do you hear me?::
Celebrimbor: *can't be not possible...* ...Lydia? *barely a whisper, spoken aloud, his voice is rough and hoarse from the smoke. and probably screaming*
Pandora: ::Yes.:: --- ::Carus, Lestat is coming, he will help -- you must let him in, guide him here.::
LestatdeLioncourt: *rather suddenly finds his way to a place where there seems to be much less rubble and more room to move around though he has managed to get himself rather turned around and does not see the other man there just yet*
Celebrimbor: *he looks dazedly toward where she is lying and silently rises to open the door, because whether or not he's hallucinating this conversation he's going to what Pan says*
Pandora: ::Lestat, my consort is with me. Be gentle to him, he will open the door for you. His name is Celebrimbor.::
LestatdeLioncourt: *runs his hands over his forehead and through his hair* ::I had come here tonight and speak with you-- I've no intention to hurt anyone. I did not know I would be rescuing anyone either...Marius says I enjoy playing the hero, however, so this is a splendid opportunity. Have him open the door then when he is ready.::
Celebrimbor: *and he does, staring blankly out at Lestat. He'll probably settle without /too/ much difficulty once Pan's alright, but for now there's something decidedly /off/ about him.
Pandora: *hence the behavioral recommendation* ::I know you have no evil intention, Lestat. You come to us in a time of turmoil.::
LestatdeLioncourt: *turns around at the sound of the door, looking at the curious man in the door and recognizing all too well the stare that has locked eyes with his own in the mirror only too recently* *kindly, gently* I've come to help.
Celebrimbor: How? *voice is still rough, but there's something almost pleading about it, he doesn't know what to do*
LestatdeLioncourt: *smiles a little in a friendly sort of way* I'll need to see her first, but the answer is almost always the same when it comes to our kind.
Pandora: {{keep going for a bit, if you want? She doesn't have much to say here}}
Celebrimbor: If there is anything that I can give... *and yes, he says that knowing exactly what Lestat means*
LestatdeLioncourt: May I come in? *takes a small step toward him* I shall have to see.
Celebrimbor: *hesitantly moves back to allow Lestat into the room. Which as we've said is very dark*
LestatdeLioncourt: *steps only into the room and no further, turning to face him and seeing him fairly clearly despite the darkness* --Take me to her, won't you? She said you were her consort-- I shall not impose by simply walking about.
Celebrimbor: *nods slightly and almost absently, and goes to her. very very gently he begins to move the blankets away*
Pandora: *she is very burned, most of her features ccannot be distinguished under the black crust, but the humanoid shape is there, nonetheless* ::Lestat, if -- protect him, please ---::
LestatdeLioncourt: *moves closer, kneeling down beside them, the sight causing his mind to stop altogether for a moment. When it begins working again he is overcome with pity.* ::Was it the fire that did this? It does not-- Something similar but to a lesser degree happened to my husband.:: *pauses a moment* ::I've not eaten recently, but I've something. Will you take it?::
Pandora: --- ::Thank you:: *she cannot articulate more, the thought of the pain being reduced is too much, and this is her, doing the equivalent of grabby hands, basically.
Celebrimbor: *just holds her gently, afraid to touch for fear of hurting her*
Pandora: *her eyes are there, though, alive, and on him, and much the same as they've ever been, if not for the pain, and she's grateful that he's there*
Typist note: Due to typist availability, alas, the remainder of the log was handwaved. In short, Lestat gave Pandora what he could, likely, as did Celebrimbor, and she ended up with as much functionality as possible. She can walk and use most of her powers, though sparingly, but is now darkly tanned and her skin is highly sensitive.