fandomhighdorms | Ursa Major Campfire; Tuesday Morning.

Yes, the senior cabin was twice as large as any of the other cabins, but there were also twice as many people inside, and so Adah found that she was rather quick to want to slip out from the confines of the cabin, into the rather nice morning, and find a small spot close to the campfire, in the grass, to sit and hope for quiet before the day's activities got too bustling and she might have to relocated with a bit of a limping voyage into the woods, or off the island, into Greece, which she liked but her body did not. The idle quiet was nice for perhaps five minutes; Adah then found herself getting restless, thinking about how much more productive she could be, should be, would be if she'd gotten her internship. She felt useless and bored, a book on her lap, and she started to read about various mutations and synthesis of hemoglobin structures and how to identify and perhaps even predict them, and what started out as being a quiet entertaining read was quickly turning into Adah furiously writing backwards notes in the margins, filling up every white space just as much as the spaces with text and pictures were filled.

Anything to make her feel like she just wasn't sitting there, idle, wasting precious time.

[[ open, of course. guess who has another day off -_- ]]

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Too many people, yes. Even though she was getting better at keeping them out, River still found it tiring, being used to her own room, which thanks to Ronan kept mental influences out. The psychic walls wrapped tightly around her, River stepped out of the cabin towards the campfire, until she noticed who was already there. She froze.

Mind full and clouded with the atoms of blood clots and anemia, Adah actually hadn't noticed River, at first. But, eventually, even she realized that whoever it was that came out of the cabin had only just come out and then failed to move beyond that point, the strings of unbreakable Adah-code filling the book started to slow, slow, slow...then stopped. She stared at the unfinished string for a moment, blinked, and lifted her head.

Ah. That's what she thought. Her eyes shifted slightly to the side for the moment, what she could figure to be only a visceral response; not like an animal would to plan an escape because Adah could not escape, nor did she exactly want to, but merely a way to shield the immediate responses of emotion over reason, and then glanced back toward River and did the only thing she could really think to do, offering a light, faint, barely there sort of smile, perhaps with a bit of apology, although Adah wasn't sure she'd like to own up to that detail.

Of course they'd be in the same damn cabin; she didn't even think of that...

Curiousity was a painful thing. Was Adah talking to her in thoughts? River didn't know when her mind was shielded, but as she backed away she couldn't help it; she opened a small window towards Adah.

With enough pressure, even a small puncture brought forth a powerfully gushing leak. Bubbling through Adah's mind among the forms of the atoms and hemoglobin cultures of medical theory and disease were strings of questions, strings of doubt. Adah wondered if River was listening or not, probably not, and she really couldn't blame her, and it wasn't as if Adah would know what to think if she was. Know what to think, because she'd have to control them, wrangle them in, apologize for a single wayward thought toward a direction River didn't like, as if Adah's half brain was supposed to be perfectly contained, like a rat in a cage, a hemoglobin sample in a tiny little petri dish. She thought about possibly saying something, but didn't know what. A hello. Certainly not an apology. She thought about how this was another reason she wished she hadn't been screwed out of her internship, because she wasn't even supposed to be around for something like this to happen. She thought about graduation, and staring at the floor while she listened to River's speech. She thought about faint breezes and DNA strands of hair between fingertips.

Another step backwards, but River was already caught in the net that was Adah's thoughts. She tried to push her own mind backwards too, thinking about things before Adah. Then her mind leapt forward, into the future, and she remembered that after this summer she might not ever see her again. Better that way.

Her mind returning to the present, it jumped to the most important think right now. "Kerrigan's back. Not dead, just changed." She didn't know why she told Adah this.

Adah blinked at that, dully, blankly, with a tilt of her head. She was out of practice with dealing with River, and she could already notice how it seemed to have left her slow and lazy in comprehension. She'd gotten comfortable with talking to some, writing to most, and it took her a moment to follow the jumbled backward strands of her own thoughts along to where River might have followed them.

She wasn't sure how much River was listening, but, if anything, River was potentially the only person Adah could honestly feel like she owed something to, and so she'd start by at least not assuming. She bit her lip for a moment before responding, simply, "I didn't realize she had gone."

Because, really, she didn't. She'd laid low this past week and the Lieutenant never liked her much, anyway.

River felt awkward and silly. No, why should Adah care about that. "Went to the funeral," she mumbled, then turned and fled.

Ursa Major Campfire; Tuesday Morning.

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