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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is in the bar, not doing much of anything.

It's that time of the week.*

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Heya, Thom.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Hey, Dell. What's the news from the street?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

You missed my birthday. And Halloween. And I'm sure doom is striking someone, somewhere in the bar.

Yourself?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Your birthday? are you ancient now?

*Thom checks for wrinkles.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Bah! I am dead! I am lovely and twenty-two forever!

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Pfffffft. Bullshit, lady.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[glare]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Don't frown, you'll get wrinkles.

More wrinkles.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?!

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom yawns.* You heard me.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Bitch.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Talking to yourself now?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she pats his shoulder]

Now, now, Thom, just because you project your fears and insanity onto other people...

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is also in the bar, ostensibly not doing much beyond leaning against a wall, but in reality thinking entirely too much. She lifts her hand to wave and just leaves it there, hovering in mid air.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom glances at her, briefly intent.* Sister?

[the_lioness]

Yes. Yes, I am. Brother? *She frowns, absently rubbing her jaw.* Have you ever heard of someone's healing Gift backfiring?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He blinks.* -- why?

[the_lioness]

*Pushing away from the wall, Alanna walks over and busies herself straightening his collar. It didn't need it.*

Faith was bleeding from the back of her head earlier. I attempted to stop the bleeding with my Gift, and rather than help, it amplified it.

*She sounds distracted.*

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom slips one hand lightly over hers, looking worried.*

It's never happened before?

[the_lioness]

No, it hasn't. *She swallows, turning her hand over to squeeze his.* But there is a curse involved. Faith and several others here, people who fought in the same war I did, have been cursed with odd ailments.

I just... wasn't sure.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*I am Jack's (Thom's) deadly serious face.*

Whose?

[the_lioness]

*She looks up, confusion evident in her gaze.*

Tim's Other, a very powerful being. We went to war against him in London not too long ago. Faith, Ace and I fought together. Zombies, vampires... it was all very entertaining.

The blood... it came out of her nose. Gushing.

Maybe it affected my healing Gift. Either that or he really doesn't want Faith to get well.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Have you tried any healing since then?

[the_lioness]

No, it was only a few hours ago and just threw me a bit. I'm certain it's fine. I hope.

*She shakes herself and smiles.*

I missed you.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Try it.