Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[vanillajello]

Kate had slept late, and then spent most of the day reading and talking to her mother on the phone. It had been that sort of a day. But now she had finally wandered in to the common room in search of company, and was microwaving a pizza and drinking cranberry juice.

Listening to the radio the past few days had left her feeling slightly on edge, which meant that when her cellphone suddenly buzzed in her pocket to inform of a text message, it was no surprise that it actually made her jump. Unfortunately, it also made her spill the juice over the floor and down the front of her hoodie.

”Great. Just awesome,” she muttered, looking down at her clothes. There was no way she could pass the big red stain as a part of the print. And the hoodie had just been washed! Awesome, only not.

She sighed and put the glass down, before getting some paper and starting to clean up the juice from the floor.

[Ooopen, as common rooms are! Come freak out randomly over stains that vaguely resemble blood! Had to do a little coincidence echo of something from yesterday in the BDE.]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was wandering around a bit. If anyone asked, he'd claim he was looking for food, as normal, but he was looking for company. He didn't want to be alone.

He waved at the inhabitant...and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the stain, mouth open.

[vanillajello]

Kate had just about finished cleaning the floor when he arrived. Still crouching, she tilted her head upwards to see who it was.

...Well that was just rude. Not like a little bit of juice deserves that kind of an expression. "What?" she asked, sounding mildly annoyed.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Are you okay?" he asked, checking for signs of wounds. "Do you need to go to the clinic?"

She looked okay. Maybe it was someone else's blood.

[vanillajello]

She looked up at him like he was maybe slightly a bit nuts. "What? No."

She got up. "Why the hell would I need to go the clinic?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

With everything going on, everyone's a little bit nuts. Jack does, however, willingly wear that hairstyle.

"Because of the blood?" he stated, pointing at her hoodie. In his very untactful way, of course.

[vanillajello]

No, the hairstyle didn't much help his cause.

"Blood? What blood?"

She looked down to where he was pointing. There was a pause before she looked up again. "...That's cranberry juice," she stated, slowly.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"It is? It is." He let out a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. "Sorry, it looked like something else in the light," he said.

Sure. Blame lighting for that.


[What are your feelings on Jack taking a vamp!nap in front of her?]

[vanillajello]

Kate gave her another 'you're weird' look, but it was accompanied by a little smile.

"It's okay. I was startled by my phone and I spilled some."

[Oh, I'm all up for freaking her out! Nap away! :D]

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Right. Sorry. It's just..." He paused, and took a deep breath. "I--"

Jack slumped over, feeling very sleepy (http://community.livejournal.com/fh_wishverse/3255.html?thread=1132727#t1132727)

[Thanks!]

[vanillajello]

Kate blinked. Several times. "Oh crap," was what came out of her mouth when she was done processing the situation.

She kneeled next to him, unsure whether she should try to wake him up.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Oh, crap, indeed. Jack was out for some time, and didn't immediately spring awake. "Blood," he mumbled.

[vanillajello]

"I think we covered that bit already," she said, her voice only slightly louder than a whisper. Hearing about stuff like this on the radio was very worrying. Having it happen in front of you was definitely a whole lot worse.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"So much blood," he mumbled again, swimming towards consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked around, frantically, piercingly, feeling the need to hunt...and feeling that need die down. "What the hell's going on here?" he asked, feeling nauseous.

[vanillajello]

"I don't know," Kate answered, feeling rather helpless. "Are you okay? Should you maybe lie down?" Kate, he already is.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I think I need to lie down," he said. He couldn't get much more laying down without being in a hole. "Are you human? Am I?" He peered at her, trying to keep his lunch down. He poked and prodded at his forehead and checked for fangs.

[vanillajello]

"I can't vouch for you, but at least I am," she answered him, trying for a reassuring smile. "And I would guess you are too."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I'm... human," he said, relieved. He sank back down to the floor, eyes closed. "Not sure if we've met. I'm Jack Burton, and I'm having a hell of a week."

[vanillajello]

"Kate Gregson. Getting more and more freaked out about this narcolepsy thing."

She frowned. "Wait, why did you think we might not be human?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He opened his eyes and looked at her. They were blue, a nice shade of blue, and looked haunted. "Because I wasn't. When I go to sleep...I'm not me. I'm...I'm not me," he said, not wanting to say it aloud.

[vanillajello]

And looking into those eyes made her not want to ask for more details. Whatever he had seen was obviously not pretty.

"...Okay."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Um. Sorry." He tried to sit up. "Didn't mean to spring this on you."

Ooh. Jack was moving slowly, because sloshing was bad.

[vanillajello]

"Hey, if it's some Fandom weird thing again, no one can save me from it," she noted with a dry laugh.

"Careful," she said, offering some support.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He gladly put some weight on her, though he'd deny doing so. "Thanks." Okay. Sitting. Sitting was good. Maybe he'd move to standing. Maybe even walking, by the evening. "I'm hoping someone can be saved from whatever--"

He closed his eyes again, small wave of nausea. The man crying out "save me save me" before he--

"Oshi--" He scrambled for the garbage can, making it just in time before he lost this round to the nausea and to the memories.

[vanillajello]

"Eww," she mouthed.

"Do you think this... whatever the hell this is, do you think it's getting worse?" It seemed to her that this was a step in the wrong direction from the cases she had heard about on the radio.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack sat back down, back to the can. "Okay, that was worth it. Oh, man. Okay." He settled himself for a moment.

"Yeah, I think it's getting worse. It keeps happening, and it's happening a lot more." He swallowed. Bleh. "Um. Sorry." He waved his hand at the can in the universal "mybad" gesture.