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The roof, Monday mid-afternoon and into late evening

It should come as no surprise to anybody that Nadia was spending the gorgeous Monday afternoon up on the roof with her guitar. Or that the music she was choosing to play wasn't exactly what most people would call cheery, despite the smile on Nadia's face as she played it.

[ooc: mid-afternoon thread with Lana locked to them, please and contents of their conversation are definitely NFB! Evening/night interaction is totally open, though]

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Isobel made her way up to the roof, hoping that if she could get a bit of an overview of the town she might get some better sense of where the artifacts were.

She saw Nadia and made a bit of a face. She'd really hoped not to have to deal with any more of her host's little friends. Maybe if she just pretended not to notice her?

Nadia stopped playing when she saw Lana come onto the roof. She frowned. "Hey, Lana. You, um, feeling okay?"

"Nadia," Isobel said, trying to mask her displeasure. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"I do radio, and I noticed there was a lot about you . . . making out with people. Lots of different people. That's not like you, at least, as far as I know. . . . So many people get possessed or gremlin bit around here. It can be dangerous."

Isobel's eyes narrowed. "Is that what you think?" she asked. "That I've been possessed? And what exactly would you do about it if I had been?"

Well, that didn't bode well.

"There are any number of students on this campus who know how to deal with possessions. All I'd have to do is get the word out." Nadia shifted carefully, preparing herself to run for the door.

"Oh, you think so?" Isobel said, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Well, we can't be having that, now can we."

She noted the guitar Nadia was holding and nodded toward it. "I've heard you play that seems to me you could use some more practice. Yes, I think you should go right back to playing that thing. And singing. Infinitas."

Nadia stopped shifting as her fingers moved automatically over the strings of her guitar, picking out a halting melody. She stared at Lana and opened her mouth to scream or tell her off, only to sing instead.

You want to dance with the angels,
Well then, embroider me with gold and I will fly with the angels,
You can dance with me,

She shook her head, even as she kept playing, her shocked expression narrowing into a glare.

Isobel laughed, a higher pitched, nastier sounding laugh than any her host had ever made. "Enjoy. Oh, and just in case you somehow manage to stop and decide you'd still like to share this with someone, let's make certain that you have no memory of how this happened."

She pointed her fingers at Nadia again. "Oblivio," she commanded and smirked as she left Nadia to her practice.

Nadia shook her head and blinked as Lana left, relaxing for a moment into her playing.

Weird, she could have sworn there was something important she was supposed to do. . . .

Nadia was still singing and still playing, despite the fact that her throat was starting to feel like she'd swallowed steel wool. Her arms ached from holding the guitar, and her fingertips were rubbed raw by the strings, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't stop.

It had been hours. She was starting to get seriously freaked out.

Walter wandered up to the roof, since he hadn't wanted to deal with the chihuahua that Pup had decided to make friends with.

Not surprising that Nadia was up there or that she was playing. Walter sat down next to her and smiled. "Hey."

As soon as Nadia saw Walter, she started working on getting a transition into a new song. She couldn't talk for the singing, but music could communicate just as well, right?

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help!

Combine that with wide eyes, and hopefully he'd get it.

~~OMG I do not suck!~~ Unfortunately, it's not as though the first thing to cross his mind would be my girlfriend's been cursed to be unable to stop singing and playing guitar, but the wide eyes and tone of voice did get his attention.

"Nadia? What's wrong?"

Well, yes, there was that. But it was all Nadia could do to skip the more pertinent parts of the song while she tried to think of another that might work.

The skin on her left pinky finally gave way under the assault of the E string and a small trickle of blood started making its way down the side of her hand.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?

That wasn't making any sense at all. Walter turned to fully face her, but unfortunately, it was already not light enough for him to catch the blood yet.

"Do you want to put the guitar down and talk to me?"

Nadia shook her head as she switched to another song. He wasn't getting it. She put as much emphasis as she could on the important words, even though it made her voice crack and wobble.

STOP ME, oh, STOP ME
STOP ME if you think that you've
Heard this one before
STOP ME, oh, STOP ME
STOP ME if you think that you've heard this one before

She just hoped that he figured it out before she got to the next few lines.

Walter might not be thinking curse, but he'd been in Fandom long enough to catch on the message and take her at her word without asking for clarification.

For a start, he put his hands over hers on the guitar. "Stop."

That almost worked. Nadia's fingers had to strain to keep moving, but they did their best even as she tried to convince them not to.

Her thumb on her right hand started to bleed, as well, and she tried something else.

TAKE IT,
Take another little piece of my heart, now, baby,
Oh, TAKE IT,

Walter was catching on. He pulled her hand off the neck of the guitar and grabbed the neck himself to wrest it away from her.

As soon as the guitar left her hands, Nadia seemed to collapse in on herself as the spell broke and her muscles could finally relax. She tucked her hands under her arms and bit her lip as she took a moment to gasp for breath.

Her voice was absolutely ruined when she tried to speak.

"Th'ks . . . hurt."

Walter carefully set the guitar aside and put an arm around her, leaning close to catch her words without making her strain to be heard. "What happened? Gremlin or something else?"

Nadia leaned against him immediately. She could feel muscles in her arms that she didn't even know she had start to twitch, and her fingers were curling tightly in on themselves as they cramped up and demanded her attention.

". . . don' know."

"How long have you been like this?" Walter paid attention to her hands and felt his own fingers twitch in sympathy. He was perhaps uniquely qualified to know how they must feel, albeit for rather different reasons.

"We should get you some ice."

"si'ns . . . hh'fternoo'," Her throat kept trying to close up on her. "W'ter?"

"We'll find you ice and water in the same place." Walter stood up and leaned down to help Nadia up. "Come with me. (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/50835.html)"

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