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[throwabookatit]

you know there are only like five girls here how fucked up is that???

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WEEK 2

[throwabookatit]

afterparty timez

[itwasfeyt]

[Maya isn't quite sure why she's considering this passing idea of hers. It's the sort of thought that she gets late at night, laying in bed as she struggles to find the right way to sleep in her comfy little prison. The deaths from the trial today had only cemented the thought in her head, no matter how bad it may turn out to be.

That's why she's here, following the end of the party, when she's sure that most people have retired to the dorms, she's here. A door that didn't belong to her stood right before her, and she's fairly certain that it belongs to the right person.

If it doesn't.... well, she'll find out.

Time to knock. One, two, three...]

[throwabookatit]

[ After a few moments, the door opens to a VERY tired Rebecca, already in the loose pajamas they've been provided with. ]

Good evening, Maya. Are you...doing alright? ...That's a stupid question, isn't it?

[itwasfeyt]

[Maya's in her PJs too. Because she can't be 100% serious ever.]

I'm fine, I... [Well, uh. Is she okay? Not very, but she'll soldier on.]

Well, I wanted to ask you something. Something kind of urgent.

[throwabookatit]

[ Alright, Rebecca, put on your Grownup Attitude, just like when she's in school. Her back straightens. ]

Urgent? Yes, of course- do you need to come in here? What is it?

1/2

[itwasfeyt]

....Come to think of it, that's probably a good idea.

[she looks this way and that, checking the hallway in case anyone is awake or watching. Somehow, the fact that there is definitely at least one person always keeping an eye on them in this part of the university doesn't sit right with her. Find something else to look at, Todd.]

2/2

[itwasfeyt]

[Provided that she'll be let in, Maya steps slowly through the doorway into Rebecca's room. She does so without a work, but as soon as the door is shut behind her, she picks up again with a renewed energy.]

I-I want to try channeling a spirit! For you, that is!

[Because it isn't often that she tries something this serious.]

[throwabookatit]

[ That is...absolutely not what she'd expected. ]

Wh-what? Maya, you- a spirit? But I thought- you said you needed- huh?

[itwasfeyt]

I know... I know what the official rules of the technique are. But... I still want to try!

[It might be nearly impossible, but miracles happen every day.]

I want to show what I'm capable of!

[throwabookatit]

[ Her mouth is dry. Just like that? Just...right here, right now? ]

This is all so...very sudden, Maya, I- wh-what do you need me to do?

[itwasfeyt]

I... [Yeah. Yeah, it's pretty sudden for her as well.] I've been thinking about it for a while, about that time we talked about it in the classroom.

[About how she still hasn't managed to summon Mia.]

Well, I-I'm not sure what you can do, actually. Is there anyone specific you would like me to try channeling? I already have an idea, just in case!

[throwabookatit]

[ In a flash, without a moment's hesitation, with a tinge of desperation: ]

Isabella Santos. I- I want to talk to...her. Belle. My...my friend.

[itwasfeyt]

[There's a similar desperation to Maya's voice, but she's keeping it subdued.]

Isabella Santos.... got it.

[She starts to sit, legs tucked underneath her. She motions for Rebecca to do the same.]

Is there anything else?

WEEK 3

[throwabookatit]

[itwasfeyt]

[The motive wasn't great this time around, and on this Wednesday afternoon, as things really started to ramp up, she was more than eager to search for something to take her mind off of it.

And, honestly, doesn't someone else deserve that too?

Maybe that's why she's at the door again, knocking lightly against the door, calling out.]

Rebecca? You there? The real Rebeca, I mean...

[throwabookatit]

[ After the photo, and sorting out those extraneous items, Rebecca retreated to her room for awhile. She's got...some things, to get sorted, and she just needs some time to rest.

So, like clockwork.

She rises and rubs her forehead, calling out: ] One...moment, I'm coming. [ At least she's had time to wash her face, was away the tear-stains. ]

Maya? What was... What's going on?

[itwasfeyt]

[It's a natural ability of Maya; able to cause a person weariness at a moment's notice.

By the time she reaches the door, Maya's standing there resolute. She too has had time to clean away any tears she had for her dead loved ones.]

Hi, I was, uh... [Great, now she feels kind of silly for asking this...] I wanted to ask if you had time to... talk?

[throwabookatit]

[ It's...fine. This could all be worse. Though it's a little slow, Rebecca's putting on her adult face, getting everything in position. If Maya needs help, god...shouldn't she help her? ]

Uh... It's been a...bit of a day, but...what is it?

[itwasfeyt]

[Shouldn't she?]

I'm... [The wind seems to deflate from her sails, leaving her looking twice as haggard.]

Honestly I've been trying to find someone to talk to that's real for a change.

[throwabookatit]

[ ...Ah. ]

O-oh. ...They've been...particularly bad for you, haven't they? Alright. Here, let's...get some tea, yeah?

[itwasfeyt]

[A slow nod. Not much can get Maya down like the things she's been seeing for the past while.]

...Tea sounds good. Please.

[You lead, Rebecca, she'll follow.]

[throwabookatit]

Do you have any preferences? It's all pretty sub-par anyway, but at least we can get you something you like.

[ Come on. Let's go to the kitchenette. ]

[itwasfeyt]

Anything with honey in it? [She'll try not to be picky, especially with the sub-par stuff here.

To the kitchen we'll go!]

Maybe jade?

[throwabookatit]

One less-than-great cuppa, coming right up.

[ They're going to the little area in the common room, should at least be...well, not-that-noisy. After a few moments, waiting for the water to boil, she figures it'd be better to not just sit in silence. ]

Do you...want to talk about it? What you've been seeing? I understand if not.

[itwasfeyt]

[She can't wait...!]

... [Where to even begin? The more she thinks about it, the worse she feels for coming to Rebecca just to talk about the problems she's been going through, even though Rebecca probably has her own.

Is that right?]

I've been seeing... people, lots of people from the cases I went on with Nick.