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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is down in the bar, with her mp3 player, her head bobbing along with the music, some mid-21st century neo-punk or something.

Or the Grateful Dead.

Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.

As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.

She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is creeping Angela out.

In a big way.

Angela leans her head upon her hand and feels a trifle ill.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Mesaana continues seemingly oblivious to Angela's increasingly ill look. Her tone as pedantic and explanatory as if she were reading from a textbook.

"There are some fascinating aspects to Compulsion and the Dreamwalking. Not only does it allow psychiatric aid, but also, with the subdiscipline of memory modification an excellent tool to reintegrate aberrant elements in society."

A worried look on her face.

"Though, there are always those who use it for what they see as good... Often parents, who use these powers to modify the behavior of children they deem to be aberrant, or heading down a bad path."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela pales.

"Um."

She swallows. "I'm sorry, Lady Selae," she says, the words tripping over each other to leave her mouth, "b-but I think I need to go upstairs, I'm suddenly not feeling terribly well..."

She stands on legs that barely hold her up.

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A worried look on Mesaana's face. Her crystalline voice the very picture of concerned sweetness.

"...Oh, of course, Lady Angela. I hope you feel better soon. I cannot Heal very well, otherwise I would offer."

A pause.

"If I can be of any further assistance, please, do not hesitate to come find me."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela nods but she has to get out of there, because she's going to be sick.