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[vitalistic]

[Action 1]

[Good day fellow housemates in the Shotahouse! If one of you were to enter the kitchen this fine day, there is one (1) Estellise Sidos Heurassein lying on the kitchen floor. Face down, she is rubbing her cheek against the cool linoleum, making strange contented sounds. Something is very, very clearly wrong, but she seems so happy…]

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[blastiafreak]

[Oh.

There are really no words Rita can think of to describe this picture. She'll just stand there in the kitchen doorway, gaping in shock and attempting to choke out a word.]

E...Estelle...?!

[vitalistic]

[It’s a very delayed action, but after some time, she finally responds to her name as she slowly turns her head to face Rita. There is a large smile on her face, and she starts a spurt of uncontrollable giggles. Finally, after a bit of time, she calms herself down and speaks.]

R-rita! The… the floor feels so good against my face!

[blastiafreak]

[Rita's expression goes further and further into disbelief. She's so confused. Cautiously--maybe this is just...an Estelle thing, like high-fiving--Rita comes over.]

Uh...E-Estelle, why are you down there?

[vitalistic]

[It takes her a moment to process Rita's question, but when she does, it's rather obvious that she's thinking... and it hurts. Why...?]

Be-because the floor feels... feels nice and cool?

[stargathering]

[ Even if he wasn't really watching where he was going, he couldn't miss her giggling.

And she does look happy, but...he doesn't really know why. There has to be something wrong. He crouches down beside her, out of the way of her arms. ]

Hey, are you okay?

[vitalistic]

[She's not even really paying attention, swinging her arms and legs back and forth to create this snow angel. It's not even until he speaks that she notices he's there. With a crooked, but wide grin, she looks in his direction, though it seems her focal point is just a bit beyond him...]

I...I'm just fiiine. Ha-having fun playing... playing in the snow!

[stargathering]

[ He stares at her in disbelief. ]

You don't sound fine... Do you even know where you are?

[vitalistic]

I...I'm out side making snow angels!

[Her lazy giggles continue as she finally stands up. It takes a few moments to balance herself, but she does. She looks down at her work of art, then points at it.]

Snow angel!

[ironmanic]

--Estellise?

[He walks straight up to her, eyebrow raised in complete confusion. He could have sworn she had more...class...than this...

--ah, but there's a curse today. A snort.]

Enjoying yourself, are you.

[vitalistic]

[Hearing her name, she looks up at the person who called it. Staring at him for a bit, it takes her a bit of time, but she's able to recognize him eventually.]

T-tony! [She starts laughing as she swings her legs and arms back and forth.]

Looook! I'm an... an angel!

[She's gone a bit off the deep end...]

[ironmanic]

That... you are.

[He's glad he's not like this when he's drunk. Er-- kind of. Okay maybe he thought he was an angel once.]

So, Miss Angel, here to pass judgment on us poor mortals?

[vitalistic]

No, I'm not that kind of angel! My angelic powers are used to heal those that are injured!

[One form of angel she's read in the many books of hers, and he should know that she's not entirely lying about it... though she may be acting out a part...]

[lovesweeds]

[ Shiemi was just going along on her merry way, doing errands and delivering gifts she made herself to the people she called "friends" in this City. She still had to give gifts to Eagle-kun, Rin, Yuki-chan, and...

Wait. Is that-- ?]

Estelle... chan? What are you doing? You're going to catch a cold!

[vitalistic]

I... I have my coat and boooots on. I won't... won't catch a cold!

[Perfect logic for the intoxicated girl as she stares up at Shiemi. She's laughing uncontrollably, as she slowly sits up, and makes to stand only to tumble back down, ruining her snow angel. Looking at her ruined piece of 'art', she pouts...]

[lovesweeds]

[ Shiemi's still oblivious of the fact that Estelle was making snow angels, because well... she thought the girl was only rolling around in the snow just for the fun of it. So she immediately worries when she sees that sad pout on Estelle's face, thinking that it might have been a bad fall! Even if it didn't look like it... ]

What's wrong, Estelle-chan?! Did you hurt yourself?

[ Bends down a little and extends a hand, just in case the other might need it. ]

[vitalistic]

I… I didn’t hurt myself. I hurt the… the angel!

[She points down towards her ruined snow angel that looks like nothing but a random blob of shifted snow. But at seeing the outstretched hand, Estelle’s instinct is to take it within her own, and so she does and makes the attempt to pull herself up.]

[notflynn]

[He's walking back inside from his daily training, hoping to grab some breakfast when he sees Estelle on the ground. He abandons his sword, rushing up to her in concern- had someone attacked her? Was she sick? He remembers this one curse when she couldn't walk at all and he had to practically carry her everywhere. Was--

When he kneels down to inspect her, she's. Rubbing her cheek on the floor.]

I'm not sure I want to know what you're doing, but maybe you should get up. Just-- to somewhere a little more comfortable. How about it?

[vitalistic]

Co-com-for-ta-ble? [Her speaking is very forced, as if she had difficulty saying such a large word in her state. She rubs her cheek against the floor a little bit more, ignoring his help.]

It… it’s so smooth and cool. I want to… want to stay here. Don’t want to moooove.

[She’s a bit whiny at that suggestion to move, but she stops for a moment, inspecting him. After a few moments, she reaches her arms out, quickly wrapping them around his leg.]

Mine!

[notflynn]

Whoa--

[He laughs, bending a little to try to gently regain possession of his leg.]

Okay, this has got to be some kind of weird curse.

[How to get Estelle... in a place where she won't uh...hurt herself.]

You know, I think Hamlet's gone to your room.

[vitalistic]

[Her grip on his leg tightens when he tries to move and regain possession of it.]

Mine!

[She completely ignores his comment about this being a curse and instead perks up when she hears Hamlet’s name. Hamlet… in her room? Is Hamlet in her room? But he never goes into her room, maybe when Rita’s there… is she there?]

But… Ha-hamlet never goes into… into our room when it’s empty… Is… is he really there?

[Logic or not, she may have bought it, however, she still has a tight grasp on his leg.]