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[She wakes with a start, slapping the Forge from her bedside table and sending it rattling to the floor, where it promptly turns on. A lucky thing she's been too chilly to not sleep without a nightgown, probably, because she throws her covers off with shaking hands, and then her gaze scans the shadows of the candlelamp-lit room before releasing a shaking sigh, closing her eyes and running her fingers through her hair. There's a long moment of deep breaths, and she seems to be... surreptitiously checking her head for wounds.]
...A dream.
[She sighs again.]
Why is it I can't get a song or anything, just some... things... in black?
Maybe it wasn't the Mist. Maybe I'm just... over-imagining things. Fuck imagination.[Even so, she turns up the lamp, and the gleam catches the Forge and her eye.]
...Dammit. [The last thing she needs.]
Show's... Show's over, guys. Get your kicks somewhere else. [There's a pair of ankles taking up most of the view before the feed dies.]
...A dream.
[She sighs again.]
Why is it I can't get a song or anything, just some... things... in black?
Maybe it wasn't the Mist. Maybe I'm just... over-imagining things. Fuck imagination.[Even so, she turns up the lamp, and the gleam catches the Forge and her eye.]
...Dammit. [The last thing she needs.]
Show's... Show's over, guys. Get your kicks somewhere else. [There's a pair of ankles taking up most of the view before the feed dies.]