Second Floor Girl's Bathroom; Saturday Morning.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Mary didn't have a whole lot of time that morning to process many things that went beyond the terrible, awful feeling in her stomach. Thankfully, she seemed to have woken up with enough time that she could scurry her way to the nearest toilet before she'd be left with a big giant mess of up-chuck to clean up. She made it, but, somehow, groaning as she slumped in the stall and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, making it didn't necessarily make her feel any better. Her hand drifted to her stomach. Maybe she ate some bad pizza, or something.

Mary blinked. Another swell of nausea rose up inside of her, but it didn't go anywhere. What she was experiencing right now might be something like a divine revelation of sorts. Didn't she see this on a movie the other night with her mom? Valerie Bertanelli's voice drifted through Mary's mind: ... I'd been throwing up every morning... Oh, no.... ... And hadn't had my period in two months. No, no, no.... ... I thought I was pregnant.

Mary groaned, leaning her head against the wall. It couldn't be; it just couldn't! But Valerie wasn't done.

So I took the pregnancy test. I found out I wasn't pregnant. It was cancer.

That was it! A pregnancy test, of course. Mary knew what she had to do, and got up to go do it.

After a moment, she realized, slumping over the toilet again.


[[ open, sure, if you're in the area and are curious about the frequent vomitting. Turtle has become Mary from the movie Saved! ]]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Fiona made her way into the bathroom to freshen up after her encounter with Johnny Castle. She glanced over at the girl hurling in one of the stalls. "Hangover or knocked up?" she asked without much real interest.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Bad pizza!" Mary insisted, very quickly, with a panic now riding on her nausea wave. She didn't drink or get knocked up....hopefully...Dear Jesus, is this punishment? I did it to save him! Why would you do this?...she was a Christian Jewel!

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Right..." Fiona drawled, thinking loser. "So either you're hiding something or you're really just that boring."


[I'll be heading out at 2:30 for a gig, not back till late tonight. :)]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh, come on," Mary muttered as she shifted a little, in a vain effort to get comfortable, "like you've never had bad pizza before."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I ever got all panicky about why I was being sick when it was just bad pizza," Fiona said mockingly.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...I'm not panicky," Mary said, trying her best to sound like she was being completely truthful. The fact that whoever this was couldn't see her was helping a great deal, she was sure.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"What. Ever." Fiona said rolling her eyes.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Mary, too, rolled her eyes; not that the dual expression could be seen by either of them, of course. "Well, hey, at least I'm not the one going into bathrooms and asking out other people's business," she muttered.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Well, pardon me for being concerned," Fiona said snarkily. "I was under the impression that you might be someone cool and might need some help."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Mary rubbed her aching forehead. "I don't generally think the place you want to find cool people is in a bathroom..." What was with this girl? "And you should probably help people regardless..."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I didn't come in here to find cool people," Fiona said scornfully. "I came in to fix my make-up. And I'm pretty sure that if someone's not cool they fall into the SEP category. Somebody. Else's. Problem."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Drawing in a breath, Mary had to fight down another eye roll as well as another swell of nausea. "Not very Christian," she muttered, but, then again, neither was having morning sickness. "You could just go somewhere else, you know, and become an 'SEP' yourself."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"What. Ever," Fiona said again. "And remember. Don't wait too long or you won't be able to get your little problem taken care of. Oh wait, that's right, it was just bad pizza. Laters!" And she left, banging the door behind her.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Something was definitely wrong. Cassandra decided that finding a mirror to make sure she was really herself was a good plan. Hearing someone in the stall she demanded harshly, "Who's in there?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

There was a long bout of silence that met the inquiry at first before Mary chirped out, with a great deal of hope that it would work, "Um....nobody!"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Her voice was cold and dangerous, "I am not in the mood for games."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Well, that was...a little scary. "Um, it's me. Mary. I, uh...I'm just not feeling well, that's all. I'll be fine in just a little bit."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Where are we?" Cassandra demanded.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Uh...the bathroom?" Call her crazy, but Mary thought that one was pretty obvious.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Cassandra said impatiently. "Which is located where?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Umm...."

That question, Mary realized, was a bit harder to answer.

"I don't know if I'm sure or not."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Give me your best guess," Cassandra demanded.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Well, it was very clear that Mary had woken up in some sort of dormitory, which made her best guess, "Vocation camp?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"And how did we get here?" Cassandra sounded doubtful.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Why didn't Mary remember? It was a little unsettling.

You were probably too worried about being pregnant...

"Well," she said, tentative. "I'm pretty sure we probably took Hilary Faye's van..."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Who's Hilary Faye?" Cassandra still hadn't moved, but she was seriously considering busting into the stall and getting some real answers.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"She...she's my friend," Mary said, frowning slightly. "You don't know Hilary Faye?" Everyone knew Hilary Faye...She was the most popular girl at American Eagle!

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't." Hilary was not on any of Cassandra's lists. Probably a good thing, really.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Well, you should. She's pretty nice..."

Mary sucked in a bit of air, trying to keep from throwing up again. She really didn't know what else to say.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Where might I find her?" Maybe Hilary had some answers.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Your guess is as good as mine," Mary answered weakly. "Look, um, I kind of have...other things to worry about right now, if you don't mind too much..."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra didn't answer. Instead she padded silently out of the bathroom, not bothering to silence the door as she left.

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Amber stalked into the bathroom, still fuming over that ... thing she'd spent the night with.

Oh, fantastic. Her day just kept getting better and better.

"Could you puke a little quieter in there?" she said, rolling her eyes. "You don't need to make the rest of us start."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

With a small groan, Mary lightly apologized. "...Sorry."

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Amber sniffed, then sauntered over. "If you can't hold your liquor, at least get a friend who'll cut you off."

This was the closest thing in Amber's repertoire to "being nice."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

What was with all these girls? Why were they such.....

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

"Riiiiight," Amber said with a fake smile. "Of course it was."

She splashed a little water on her face and checked her hair. Still perfect. Good.

"Next time," she said, pausing on her way out, "drink some water before bed, if you've had too much ... bad pizza."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for the advice," Mary muttered with very little enthusiasm. She was too busy trying to hold back another potential hurl.