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itsjustagamerp2012-09-15 01:13 am
punsofiron) wrote in itsjustagamerp2012-09-15 01:13 am
Entry tags:
Earshot
Characters: Iron Liz and OPEN
Content: Mind-reading abilities are not all they're cracked up to be.
Location: Cafeteria
Time of Day: Afternoon
Warnings: none
Maybe she shouldn't have dragged herself out of bed. She had to get some coffee or something to try to cope with this headache that had been building up for the past several days.
But the cafeteria was far, far worse than even her room. Voices came from EVERYWHERE, bombarding her nonstop, even people who weren't even in the room. What had started as an occasional amusing thought as she passed someone in the hall became a constant chattering in her ears from everyone in what was apparently an expanding range. Sora and his friends going on about their recent departure and return, Princess Celestia's fixation with cake, random snippets of songs, Twilight's motormouth, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie...
Pretty soon it all just became a jumble of noise she could barely even follow. Everywhere. She didn't even make it to the food synthesizer before she couldn't take it anymore and collapsed against the wall, leaving fingernail scratches in the paint as she slid to the floor, clutching her head, gripping her hair as if to tear it out.
Content: Mind-reading abilities are not all they're cracked up to be.
Location: Cafeteria
Time of Day: Afternoon
Warnings: none
Maybe she shouldn't have dragged herself out of bed. She had to get some coffee or something to try to cope with this headache that had been building up for the past several days.
But the cafeteria was far, far worse than even her room. Voices came from EVERYWHERE, bombarding her nonstop, even people who weren't even in the room. What had started as an occasional amusing thought as she passed someone in the hall became a constant chattering in her ears from everyone in what was apparently an expanding range. Sora and his friends going on about their recent departure and return, Princess Celestia's fixation with cake, random snippets of songs, Twilight's motormouth, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie...
Pretty soon it all just became a jumble of noise she could barely even follow. Everywhere. She didn't even make it to the food synthesizer before she couldn't take it anymore and collapsed against the wall, leaving fingernail scratches in the paint as she slid to the floor, clutching her head, gripping her hair as if to tear it out.
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The doors opened to the theatrical deck and Liz stepped out carefully. The room was big and echoey, but already far quieter than the cafeteria.
"So...you see people's experiences? I'll have to admit, that's a new one."
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The relative quiet of the theatrical deck was one of it's good points as far as Namine was concerned. She thought Liz looked a little more relaxed as they left the elevator, which was good.
"Did you want to sleep for a while? Or just sit down?"
They could get around to turning down the volume on the mental noise once that was settled.
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Her eye immediately fell on a corner of bean bag chairs nearby, which she proceeded to unceremoniously drop herself down into. The noise upstairs could still reach her from here but it was far more muffled, thankfully. Enough that she could at least focus on what Namine could teach her...which she should probably put her attention toward so she could sleep properly.
She ran her hands through her hair and took a breath. "Alright. I think I'm ready."