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Darien is tossed out the front door, and no sooner has it slammed shut behind him than Kestrel collapses on the floor, like a puppet with all the strings cut.

"Oh gods..."

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"Gods, Richard - "

She grabs him and clings tightly, shuddering.

"No. No, I'm not all right, not at all, no..."

Nonononononononononono

"Tea," says Charlie, for it is the cure for all ills. "Hot tea, please, Richard?"

"Tea sounds brill, I'll be right back."

*runs to fetch tea for all*

Charlie will drink Kestrel's unwanted tea. He has no problem with that.

Richard's drinking his own share of tea rather quickly.

At least it's not making the headache worse.

He smiles at Richard a bit wearily. "And how was your night?"

[ooc: also shows off new icon :)]

"Not bad. I finished Interview and I've started Lestat and Body Thief. I have rather a lot of questions."

"How have you been?"

{ooc: the new icon is too perfect}

"Bit busy. Had a concussion but one of the security people healed it, and had to throw out Darien because he was too dangerous to stay here.

Just started Lestat. I find it a bit difficult to read, knowing the actual bloke."

He sips. It's been a long night.

[ooc: Hee! And the other new one.]

"Bloody hell! I go upstairs for five minutes and it all falls apart.

It is sort of odd. Especially reading about David as an old man."

*pours more tea*

"Yeah. I can't picture it. He's so--he's just David."

"I know. I just can't wrap my mind around that body belonging to anyone else. Or of David wrapping his life up and preparing to die."

"Yeah," Charlie murmurs, thinking about mortality being forced on him yet again. He sighs. "Odd how things that seemed to normal before are just . . . not."

*laughs softly*

"Welcome to Milliways."

He pulls her into a tight hug.

"Shhshhshhh...what happened?"

"I... Darien, he..."

She starts shaking her head, and doesn't notice that she's not stopping.

"Not tea... not tea. Coffee, maybe, but not tea..."

"All right, all right."

*pours her a half and half coffee and milk*

"Want any sugar, luv?"

"I... what? Yes, I... gods..."

She huddles on the floor, shivering still.

*He scoops her up and puts her in a booth*pours enough sugar in her coffee to kill a horse*

"Now what's all this about Darien?"

She leans into him, feeling colder than ever before.

"He... I'm not sure how, but he... he went quicksilver mad again... and nobody noticed... and I didn't notice, and he got up to level five, and..."

"oh dear. I take it that this is a bad thing. He seemed fine at breakfast ......except that Anaesthesia didn't know him."

She barks a bitter laugh. It sounds even worse coming from a cat person.

"You know those sunglasses he was wearing all day? They were to cover up the fact that his eyes were fucking silver and I didn't even notice, I just fucking believed him when he said he had a headache, that he'd gone home, that he was fine..."

"Relax."

*pats her hand*

"He has to be responsible for himself."

She blinks, and turns, and looks at him blankly.

"Responsible? He went insane, Richard. Insane people aren't responsible for anything."

He enters in time to hear that, and blinks.

"Kestrel? What's wrong, meijhana?"

Bren.

She looks over at Bren and Sleeta.

"... Bren?"

And then she's falling out of the booth in her rush to reach him, blinded by sudden tears.

"oh gods, Bren, I..."