◌ 021 ◌ Spare me the thought

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[After just over a week - has it really been that long? - of feeling like this, Fuu is fully exhausted. Yet she couldn't help but go out every day to sit and stare at the theatre, the pub, and the space between them.

Today she spontaneously decided to make a delivery - Mister Braxiatel will find a neatly wrapped package on his doorstep, containing a small variety of pastries from the tea house and a box of English breakfast tea.
Well, perhaps it was not too spontaneous. She'd been thinking about the past a lot, and he was a large part of the particular incident she was mulling over.]


[Biking away from West Luministi Greens on her way to sit across from the theatre and pub again, she suddenly starts peddling at a break-neck speed towards that place-- and stares at it for a long moment.

Trembling, she slumps to the ground and curls up into a ball, face buried in her knees and hands pressed to her ears.]


[[ooc: She'll stay like that for about 15 minutes before pulling herself together enough to get home. (Unless of course someone comes across her like this, or she nearly ran you over with her bike and you've come after her!)]]

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[bonnypiperlad]

[He reaches out a hand to steady her. There's something in it, a small card. He's forgotten about it for the moment, however, being more concerned with Fuu's reaction to things.]

What's ringing, lass? Have ye hurt your head?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Taking a deep, shuttering breath, Fuu looks up at his touch. Her eyes are wide and haunted, and she keeps her hands pressed to her ears.]

The phone- the phone. It's not there, but it is ringing. Can't you hear it?

[bonnypiperlad]

The... [Very slowly, he lifts his chin, eyes darting from side to side a bit nervously.]

There's no phone.

[But he doesn't sound certain about that at all. With the hand not holding the card, he squinches his eyes shut and shakes his head for a moment.]

Ye said something about someone dying, Fuu.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head slightly.]

Last time, the phone booth was smashed, and Sheriff Teger was killed-- r-right there--

[She looks directly at the spot just to the side of the pub as if she can see once again the covered body and the glass shards, then speaks softly to herself, tears falling down her face.]

A man is dead. The voice on the phone warned me- of trials to come. Is this what they meant? Could I have done something-?

[bonnypiperlad]

[It's almost as if he can hear a faint ringing, growing just a little bit louder. If he listens to it, maybe he'll be able to figure out where it's coming from...but no, Fuu needs him. With an effort, he focuses on her.]

Ye can't think like that, Fuu. I've seen things like that before. [Except, he hasn't, has he? So why did that just come out of his mouth?]

Whatever happened, it's not your fault. And likely there was nothing that could have been done to stop it. If ye let it get to ye, you'll not be able to help the rest of us.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[As he speaks to her, it seems like the ringing starts to get fainter. A bit of the terror fades from her face and is replaced with sadness as she shakes her head slightly at him.]

M-maybe... maybe... I- I do want to help, but- who will trust me now?

[bonnypiperlad]

[He's about to say something about her friends trusting her, but something about her question stops him.]

Why would people not trust ye?

[no worries! ^.^]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Because of the card. Why would I get this card?

[bonnypiperlad]

I...I don't know. Maybe they knew it'd upset ye, make it harder for ye to try and figure out what's going on.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

They were right about that, then... but... you- you think I can? Figure something out?

[Hesitantly she takes the card out of her purse, which will look like this (http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t114/vampwrite/Luministi%20Stuff/Week3plotcard-A-typeoption.png) to him.]

I- I can't think about anything other than the message on the card and the message from the phone.

[She adds to herself under her breath with a mixture of humour and wryness,] Forests and trees, Doctor. I'm single-minded, aren't I.

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, of course ye can. [There's a faint tightening of his jaw when he sees the card, though. No wonder she's upset.]

Now, look, ye said the message on the phone warned ye of trials to come, right? But the card may not have anything to do with it. Mine's different, see?

[He opens up his fingers, giving her a clear look at the card in his hand.]

Don't ye think if that were some sort of trial they would be the same?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Some of the tightness goes out of her shoulders at seeing his card.]

Maybe... maybe you're right. But you can never tell... It depends on what trial they want to put us through?

[bonnypiperlad]

But we don't know that, now do we? It's best to not try and think about it too much. All you'll do is get your mind to go in circles.

[Which he's pretty sure is what's happened, at the very least. Maybe if he can get her to come away from there, it'll help, though.]

Look, when was the last time ye ate something?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Blinking, she thinks for a moment - about food and not about paranoid circles - then shakes her head slowly. Food? What's that?]

I- I'm afraid that I don't remember...

[bonnypiperlad]

Then let's get ye something to eat. It'll help take your mind off...er, well, it'll help ye feel better, anyway.

[Food helps solve many things, in Jamie's world. Okay, so maybe it's more he just likes to eat. He offers out his free hand to help her up.]

I'll even get ye one of those milk-shake things at the malt shop, if ye like.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[She blinks at his offered hand before taking it with a faint smile and rising to her feet.]

That is very kind of you. Thank you.

[bonnypiperlad]

[He does let go once she's up, but sticks close by on the way over to the malt shop, just in case she needs him.]

So what flavour am I to get?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Ah, mint, please. What kind of flavour do you like?

[bonnypiperlad]

Strawberry. Although I've not had the chance to try a lot of the other ones yet, so I don't know if there's one that I'll like better.

They don't have anything like that back home, though.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's right! I hope that you don't get sick from trying any new foods!

[bonnypiperlad]

Och, it'll take more than some strange new food to get a McCrimmon sick.

[For a moment, something passes over his face - a faint look of confusion, perhaps - but he shakes it off. Instead, he opens the door to the malt shop.]

Here we are.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Fuu wonders why he would look confused at assuring her that he wouldn't get sick, but passes the thought by.
She nods her thanks at his opening the door for her, somewhat unused to the gesture.]

Have you tried many other foods from other countries yet?

[bonnypiperlad]

A few, but... [He shrugs. For whatever reason, he hasn't really thought to try a lot of them.] Not so many as all that.

Here, why don't ye have a seat and I'll see about getting someone to take our order.

[Once that's done, Jamie settles in and attempts to distract Fuu from things by telling her a bit more about his home in Scotland, back in the 18th century, and some of the foods there. Hopefully a description of haggis doesn't make her too ill...]