Trentième Grimoire - 50% Droned [Partial Phone/Mostly Action]

[wizardoftheweek]

-The phone was picked up, but only breathing is heard on the other end. This lasts a good few seconds before the reciever is apparently dropped and there's the sound of a person collapsing to the floor.-

Alice... Marisa... Yuki... Edward... Gokudera... W-why? Why is this...

-The names are repeated, again and again. And each time she does so, their names are said differently. It was like peering into a looking glass and being reflected two similar yet wholly different images simultaneously. She clutches her head, letting out a cry.-

STOP IT! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER ANYMORE!

Comments

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Patchy! Hey, Patchy! Pick up! Are you okay?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

W-who... Kay?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's me! What's going on?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

My head... My head... hurts...

Sadly, 100%

[tenderoblivion.livejournal.com]

P-Patchouli...! What's wrong? Are you hurt? I... I can be right over...! Patchouli!

[If she doesn't get a coherent response, drone!Yuki will indeed rush over to her good friend's house, feeling slightly sick as she does.]

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

It's wrong... It's all wrong...

[tenderoblivion.livejournal.com]

[Yuki grasps for the voice.]

A-Ah...! Please stay on the line, Patchouli. What is it that is wrong?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I don't know... I don't know what's real...

also 50%

[wondering-eye.livejournal.com]

Patches, are you okay?

[Following that question, there is a very long pause occasionally punctured by muffled noises, as though Satori is trying to hold her speech back. When she finally resumes talking, her voice is as close to normal as she can get it, though she's talking loudly to get Patchouli's attention.]

...I'm sorry. Patchouli! Is everything alright?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

What... What's happening to us? -"Can you hear this? Why do I even think you can?"-

1/2

[wondering-eye.livejournal.com]

I...I don't know. One minute, I think I'm not even human, and then -

No. No, that's not right...I'm not human, I'm...I can hear you. This is probably just one of the town's t-tricks...

[wondering-eye.livejournal.com]

......

Gee, that was really weird! I must be getting heatstroke or something, huh, Patches? It's pretty hot and I've been outside all day helping string flags along the fence!

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

You... no...

-"You don't call me that. You never have. Or have you? Tell me what is real, Satori. Please..."-

phone, 100%

[hangedhourai.livejournal.com]

Patchouli, is something wrong? Do you want to come over for dinner? It'll be done in just a bit.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

Alice... I don't...

[hangedhourai.livejournal.com]

You don't what? You are beginning to worry me.

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I don't know... what's real anymore...

[phone - 25%]

[perfectandelegant]

Patchouli-sama? Patchouli... What happened? What's going on?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

I don't know... I don't know what's real...

[Action] 100% I regret everything

[not_so_great_wall]

[ There is the sound of something hitting the floor upstairs, too. It's nothing serious, just Meiling setting the bed back down after hoisting it up with one hand. All this cleaning is so much easier when you can just move furniture away like that!

Deftly, she descends the stairs, wiping her hands clean on the apron that's tied very neatly over the quaint dress she's wearing. Once she catches sight of the young lady on the floor she steps right over and crouches. ] Patchouli dear, what's the matter?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

W-wh-... Mother? N-no... no she's... she's long dead you... are Meiling...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Briefly perplexed, she nods. ] That's right. That's my name. [ And then there's that smile again as she offers her hands. ] Here, let's get you up.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[Nobody had come along to take her to school today (Flandre does not understand holidays), and only recently did she attempt looking at the decorations or at the phone (she doesn't get the passage of time as normal people see it or these strange gadgets.)

Though, this was not something she expected to hear in the least when she did pick up the little talky-thing off of its hook.

The little vampire has the earpiece held as far away as her arm will reach, just...staring at it.

...that was a familiar voice.]

Patchouli? Is Patchouli remembering names?

[wizardoftheweek.livejournal.com]

... Flandre?

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[A startled noise!

...though, she supposes she shouldn't have been so surprised.]

The voice-thing knows my name!

[how does I phones]