The Roof, Saturday Evening

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It was so sudden. One moment, Eleanor had been carving up a harpie, and the next -- it was gone. So were the zombie piranhas. And Eleanor was ... Eleanor, again. Finally. Somehow.

But the memories of it -- who she had been, what she had done -- were clawing at her. She'd been someone careless and dark, and before that, the Messiah her mother had tried to shape her into becoming. An utter absence of self.

She spent at least an hour in the shower, scrubbing, but she couldn't get that feeling out of her skin, the itch, the memory of other voices speaking through her. As her. In place of her, in the empty space where she used to be, where no one was ...

She gave up, finally, and pulled clothes on -- not the shift. Maybe she would burn the shift. Maybe that would be satisfying.

Maybe she would go up to the roof and scream and find something to break. Or maybe she could sit and watch the stars. Anything, so she didn't feel trapped under a roof right now.

(OPEN. WARNING: thread with Celia discusses suicide of an NPC and its aftermath, in some really harsh terms. (Also, Eleanor's views are her own, not mine.))

Dorm lobby, Saturday Afternoon

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There were still all manner of dangerous creatures around the island, intent on hurting and maiming and, in some cases, eating those who usually inhabited this fair little town. So naturally, Isabelle had been out doing what she did best: hunting. And also seeing if any particularly dumb Fandomites needed help, but mostly hunting. She'd pretty much been born to stalk the streets in rune-marked black leather gear, killing monsters left and right.

But she still looked a bit paler than usual when she got back to the dorms. She'd exhausted the glow and power of her seraph blades, and her whip was covered in various kinds of monstrous gunk that was going to be annoying to wash off.

She flopped down on one of the couches in the lobby to inspect her weapons and her gear. She wouldn't admit it, but she really needed this situation to get resolved soon.

[ooc: Open lobby, open post.]