[vi can guess at who might be involved, but the what isn't clear - and every place she's looked (even the ones fang suggested) has turned up nothing - the feeling she's one step behind lingers long, but she keeps looking, keeps texting, sends several voice clips before she really starts to worry. the fact that the omen's not answered her either? she's not sure how to feel - and flip flops between sick worry and if it was that bad bananas would tell me, right?
undecided on an answer, she only comes trudging into her room for a change of boots, but stops short at the door because of the music. her face falls as she sees the omni pointed at the ceiling- its little lights refracting off a few of the leaves of the large tree that's grown over the months (or was it this week?) to curl a branch above her bed.
a bed that's full of lumps. a series of interconnected lumps that make up a singular lump that she's pretty sure is her missing sister. 95% sure turns to certainty when she spots the hair.
this is sad music. her bed's not on fire. her feelings are full of despair and sorrow. there's a hole in her heart that's not a familiar hole - it's in a different place, and it's not hers, not really. with a small sigh, she climbs onto the bed and makes an attempt to pull back the blanket - but she won't press it if jinx tries to stay covered.]
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undecided on an answer, she only comes trudging into her room for a change of boots, but stops short at the door because of the music. her face falls as she sees the omni pointed at the ceiling- its little lights refracting off a few of the leaves of the large tree that's grown over the months (or was it this week?) to curl a branch above her bed.
a bed that's full of lumps. a series of interconnected lumps that make up a singular lump that she's pretty sure is her missing sister. 95% sure turns to certainty when she spots the hair.
this is sad music. her bed's not on fire. her feelings are full of despair and sorrow. there's a hole in her heart that's not a familiar hole - it's in a different place, and it's not hers, not really. with a small sigh, she climbs onto the bed and makes an attempt to pull back the blanket - but she won't press it if jinx tries to stay covered.]
Hey. I'm here. What's happening? What's---
----who did this?