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What: Searching for Whatever Maleficent's People Are Up To
Who: Mabry, Medrau, Others
When: May 6, 2011
Where: Earth, Oregon, Gummi-Ship, Wherever the Trail Takes Us

Mabry hesitantly landed the borrowed gummi-ship at the agreed upon coordinates. She was still only an indifferent pilot, but necessity had forced her to it. She felt lonely. She had left Ashlyn at home, and while it wasn't the first time, it wasn't yet something that seemed routine. Just last week, they had celebrated Ashlyn's second birthday with cake, ice cream, presents, and her first pair of "big girl panties." Leaving her just now was especially difficult. And then there was Songbird. Mabry had just as strong an inclination to go to Twilight Town to be there for her younger sister.

But this had to come first. There was no avoiding it. So she flashed the gummi-ship's lights and settled herself to wait for Medrau.

Date: 2011-05-08 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
She set the net-phone aside and checked her pockets, coming up with things she didn't remember putting there - for that matter, she didn't remember owning these pants in the first place - but no stone.

"There's no stone. What stone?" she asked again.

Date: 2011-05-08 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
Song dutifully finished the message. By the end, she'd bitten her own lip hard enough to make it bleed.
She couldn't bring herself to look at Mabry except in short glances, and she certainly couldn't touch her. She'd have run from the cavern by now except that she couldn't leave her sister alone either. It was driving her mad.

Date: 2011-05-08 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
"No."
She was fiddling with the phone in the dim light of the cavern, looking for a reply. When Mabry spoke up again, though, she set it down beside her and pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them. It might have been an unconscious gesture, but she was wrapped quite securely around her own belly.

Date: 2011-05-08 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
She ignored that question. It wasn't the time to discuss that sensitive topic. And where the hell was help? She needed someone to get here so she could run away.

Date: 2011-05-08 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
"Stop talking. You're hurt." It might have been good advice, but her tone was a familiar one, and not meant to show concern. It was low and nearly a growl, listed in her head as the 'don't talk to me I'm brooding' voice.

Date: 2011-05-08 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
A distraction. Fine. She could manage that. Maybe if she found something to ramble about, it would keep Mab quiet and avoid the touchy topics at the same time.

She tapped her fingernails on the stone floor, racking her brain for randomness.

"... When I get home, I'm building a pillow fort. Me an' Amy. Biggest one you've ever seen. I'm warning you now, I could take over a whole floor of Rainbow's End. Well, maybe half a floor. Plenty of beds with mattresses and pillows. And blankets. Maybe Josi will come back then. Lured by the pillow fort. Have you ever had sex in a pillow fort? Sounds childish. I bet it would be fun. Could make Amy blush. 'Course we'll have to tear down the fort eventually. Pillow fight, then. Jalen will win, you know. But Josi's good with short-range weapons and duel-wielding, so maybe not. Me, I've got good aim. I'll distract him with a pillow to the head, Amy and Josi will pounce. Oh, and Chase. She's quick and clever. Wherever she is...." She cleared her throat. "I could really use a cup of tea."

Date: 2011-05-08 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
"'Course I am. Sure. Maybe..." She glanced at the exit longingly, recalling the desire to run and hide where she wouldn't be able to hurt anyone... oh damn, was that how Josiah felt when he left? This possession thing was really getting old.

Date: 2011-05-08 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
She glared at Mabry, rather aghast.
"... No."

Date: 2011-05-08 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
"Stupid... possession.... precautions." Her search for words inadvertently echoed Mabry's staggered speech. "If I can hurt you, I could do it to someone else."

Date: 2011-05-08 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
Right, there was her own argument thrown back at her. Didn't it figure? She'd been the one to scold and fuss each time someone else ran off for that reason. Despite her own history, she'd never experienced the emotional basis for that kind of decision. It was a real effort to let Mabry's logic - her own logic - convince her, and that pissed her off further. She should be the one to know better, after all.

"Fine. Whatever."

Date: 2011-05-08 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
"I told you to stop talking," she muttered in response, but with less of her wolfish growl.
"It's different, anyway."

Laaame braindead right before bed tag

Date: 2011-05-08 06:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ariakitsune.livejournal.com
The sound of a gummi ship landing was the first warning that someone was coming.

The sound of Aria's random swearing came a few minutes later but, it will be a minute or two before she comes within sight.

Date: 2011-05-08 03:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songbird9.livejournal.com
Song surged to her feet and nearly crashed into the wall on her way out. She didn't remember coming through the tunnel or the outer temple, and she didn't get very far before her body remembered that she'd spent most of her energy keeping Mabry alive, but it didn't really matter as long as they were found.

"Aria! We're here!"

typo >.>

Date: 2011-05-08 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ariakitsune.livejournal.com
Aria quickly headed to the call. When she got within sight she noted that Song looked like shit.

She'd spent the trip detaching one of the bunks from her ship and was bringing it since she didn't have a proper stretcher.

"Lets go. I sent for Seph," she said quickly without stopping her trek to the cave. "He'll either open a corridor to a hospital or just make carrying her a lot easier so, he'll be a help."

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