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I. Lev gets Molly into bed
II. Molly and Kelsey visit T'Pah in bed
III. Jeanne visits Molly in bed


I.
Molly: *slept restlessly on the floor all night, trying not to move and trying to figure out how to splint her own wrist, because that way no one else would have to touch her and she would feel much better about getting beat up* *no ideas yet so instead she's thinking about sitting up and checking the bunk bed to see if Vekal is still around*
Vekal: *popped out briefly to tell Lev about Molly but has returned and is sitting on the floor with her back against the bunk, with food for both of them*
Molly: I'm still alive. *raises her good hand in a triumphant gesture, fist clenched* Unless this is the afterlife.
Vekal: You're still alive. Are you hungry?
Molly: Yeah. Can you help me sit up? *extends a hand*
Vekal: *gets to her feet and takes Molly's hand, letting her decide whether or not she actually can sit up with her ribs*
Molly: *sits up a little bit and then gasps* Just kidding. Don't do that. Put me back.
Vekal: *gently eases her down* You should be all right with small bites.
Molly: This /sucks./ You were all over the place after you got beaten up. Teach me your secrets.
Vekal: Discourage the enemy from injuring your core.
Molly: If I could discourage them from anything I wouldn't be on the floor.
Vekal: It was just luck for me. *brings over a plate and sets it on the floor beside Molly* The Force makes it difficult to protect any of your regions.
Molly: You seem to know a lot about this. What exactly did you do before the Academy?
Vekal: *blinks* Nothing. I lived with my family.
Molly: Do they teach you to avoid letting the enemy injure your core in Jedi class?
Vekal: Not in this context, but I suppose it's easy enough to make the connection.
Molly: Or do they teach /you/ to injure the /enemy's/ core. *thoughtful*
Vekal: In a way. Our primary weapon is the ligthsaber, and that will be fatal in most cases.
Molly: So, "stick it through their guts" is probably a class. Hey, what's the difference between light side and dark side powers anyway? Why can they use electricity and you can't?
Vekal: Their powers are based in emotions we avoid. *or should avoid* *>.>* Also, I never learned.
Molly: Too bad. Some of their powers seem pretty cool.
Vekal: Mm. Well, I doubt I'll even get /my/ powers back unless the masters do come for us.
Molly: *lowers her voice conspiratorially* Or we break out.
Vekal: Did you find a way to do so?
Molly: I've got a partial map in my head of the places /I/ saw and hopefully the others have some information too. I doubt we still have the lightsaber, though.
Vekal: Can I /now/ say I told you so?
Molly: It's not like they would have just left it in here after T'Pah melted a hole in the door with it though.
Vekal: Mm. Well, perhaps we'll get another. *still thinking about Webb* *or Rein* *or Leslie* *or really anyone*
Molly: I think our chances are good. I'm being optimistic. As I lie here on the ground. Totally optimistic. That's me.
Vekal: Try eating.
Molly: *woefully* Maybe I'll just waste away.
Vekal: You're not making a great deal of sense.
Lev: *finally comes to their room, knocking on the door frame* So where's the patient? *weaker voice then usual* *he's seen better days, his wounds have been treated, but he's got dark circles under his eyes, due to lack of rest, his hair is unkept and they never gave him back his undershirt* *
Molly: Well, now that I've chopped off two fingers and a leg, I expect they'll come murder me any second now. So I might as well beat them to the punch, right? *tilts her head when she hears Lev come in, unable to see him from the floor* I'm guessing that's me. On the floor.
Vekal: *would pinch the bridge of her nose but showing that feeling would probably be bad* *seriously though why can't people make more sense and take better care of themselves* Shall I let you two have your privacy?
Molly: *quickly* I'd prefer if you stayed. If you can. *doesn't really feel like she knows Lev well enough to let him poke and prod her without Vekal there*
Lev: *that's what two days in isolation+ torture+not much sleep does to you* Either way works fo me. *comes in a couple of steps and waits for Vekal to decide what she wants to do*
Vekal: *leans against the bunk bed* And after this, Armstrong, to bed. That's an order.
Molly: *grins to herself despite everything* I didn't know you guys could order each other around.
Lev: Neither did I. *comes over to molly and squats down next to her* I'd have been here earlier but I had to find materials for your splint first. So it's your wrist that's broken, right?
Vekal: *just watches until she's needed*
Molly: And something's wrong with my ribs. I heard cracking noises which is never good. And she tossed me against walls a bunch of times which is fair because I chopped two of her fingers off, so my head hurts, and really my whole body hurts so how's that for a complicated diagnosis. *ran out of air and takes in a deeper breath, wincing* Also I was going to suggest you use the hairbrush, but then Vekal might kill you because it's very important to her.
Lev: *glances at Vekal* Right... *gives Molly back his attention* My first guess is that your ribs are cracked, not broken through, since you seem to be able to breath relatively well. So that's good. You most likely have a concussion too. Aside from the headache, do you have vision issues and balance problems when you stand up?
Molly: Well, I tried to go to sleep on top of Vekal last night, so...
Lev: I take it you don't normal do that. Anyway, you will have to stay in bed for another day so we can see if the headache gets any worse. As for whatever internal damage you recieved, that I cannot say I'm afraid. Not without the force, or the proper equipment. What I can do is make you a splint for your wrist. *shows her some makeshift bandages out of black fabric and two smaller pieces of a light hard material*
Molly: *wondering where he got the materials but isn't going to ask* No, I don't normally try to sleep on top of Vekal. *glances over at her* I said sorry for that, right?
Vekal: Yes.
Lev: *to molly* Give me your hand.
Molly: *to Lev* I apologized. *this is important* *gives Lev her uninjured hand because he didn't specify and moving the injured one hurts*
Lev: The injured one. Do you mind? *reaching out for the injured hand, but waiting for her okay*
Vekal: *why are you both so inefficient*
Molly: *wrinkles her nose* Right. *takes a deep breath and lifts her hand for him* *watching Vekal because she's not so sure Vekal wants to be here*
Lev: *gently inspects Molly's wrist as best as he can, concluding that the break looks like a clean one and he can set it back in place* I will have to set this properly before I can bandage it. It's gonna hurt, just so you're warned. *holding the wrist both of his hands* Ready?
Molly: *nods, not looking at him* Hey Vekal, what would you have done if he tried to use your hairbrush as a splint?
Vekal: There would be blood. *deadpan*
Lev: well, it's better if Molly is distracted* *does the thing, pulling on her wrist so that the bones snap back into place* Here we go. *is gonna start bandaging it up*
Molly: *gasps and almost smacks Lev with her other hand but stops herself at the last second* *takes a moment to breathe and keeps talking* Good- good thing I don't need a h-hairbrush. It's all yours.
Vekal: Oh good. What a glorious day.
Lev: *while he bandages up Molly's wrist* Since we're all here, I need to tell you something. Before I got put in isolation, I managed to find out information on this drug they are using to render our force powers unusable.
Molly: *listens*
Vekal: Tell us everything.
Lev: I don't know everything, I only had little time to go over those files. But the gist of it that it's an air born chemical. They put it through the vents every day, at least once because it starts wearing off after a couple of days. So unless we all stop breathing, we can't avoid it, I'm afraid. *pauses treating Molly for a moment to get out a small vial and a data chip that he had hidden in his clothes* I managed to steal a sample from the infirmary, and copy everything I found onto this data chip. Kain has a copy of it. Don't ask how. But if we don't make it out of here, then he will try to get this information to the Council, one way or another.
Molly: *doesn't really have anything to ask or add to that*
Vekal: Tell me about the molecular size and shape. We have some fabrics; we could make basic filters.
Lev: *furrows brows, trying to remember* I only saw that information for a bit, but I'm pretty sure the molecule wasn't smaller then 5 microns. It's quite large. *puts the splints on Molly's writs and keep them in place with more bandages* Do you really think we could filter it?
Molly: Wouldn't we need a specific type of material?
Vekal: Yes, and we'd need a lot of it to cover all the vents. Some of us have clothing like that *waterproof yet breathey outerwear* but I don't think it will be enough.
Lev: Probably not. Do we have a way to communicate with Kain?
Molly: Some of us could request a change of clothes. And the people on the outside could make sure it's the material we need.
Vekal: I'll see what I can do. You two will be all right? *waits for affirmation and then heads off*
Lev: Yeah. *nods* Good luck.
Molly: Not that all of us need the filter anyway. Some of us are normally useless anyway.
Lev: We're going to need you once we're out of here to get a shuttle working. And from what I heard, you managed to handle yourself okay so far. *small smile* *finishes up Molly's makeshift splint, it will feel quite secure* There you go.
Molly: *rests her wrist back on the floor* Shuttles I can do. *doesn't have a really good angle to see him at, but she can tell he doesn't look so good* Where've you been, anyway?
Lev: *leans against the side of Vekal's bunk, pulling up his knees* That kid, Webb, stuck me in in an isolated room because he was suspicious of me. *half grin, if only Webb knew* He tried to interrogate me. I didn't tell him what he wanted to hear. And the drug was beginning to wear off, so they brought me back here.
Molly: Yeah how did you even get out in the first place? Something about being stabbed?
Lev: Leslie Harrison, another student who joined them before, is defecting back to us. She came to me about it a few days ago. I told her to help me get outside, so I asked her to stab me with her lightsaber to get into the infirmary. *priorities* Then she created a diversion so I had time to look around
Molly: Good grief. Well at least it worked, otherwise that would have been stupid as hell.
Lev: It did. And it was worth it. *serious* The Jedi Council needs to know about this drug at all costs. If they don't get the information, it could have terrible consequences for all Jedi.
Molly: Right now I'm more worried about the terrible consequences for /ourselves./
Lev: *crosses arms over chest, fighting the feeling of vulnerability* We have to bear it until get rescued or save ourselves. *presses lips together* *quietly* And we have to draw their attention so they stay away from the younger students.
Molly: *slightly grumpy* Yeah well, I /am/ a younger student. *only 15*
Molly: I know, I know. *running her fingers over her own torso lightly to try to figure out which ribs are cracked, but all she can tell at the moment is that her whole torso feels like one giant bruise* Listen, if I ask you to help me get up into the bunk bed, do you promise not to be handsy? Do you also promise not to be mad if I accidentally freak out and punch you? This floor wasn't comfortable last night and it's worse now.
Lev: *blinks, she was on the floor since last night? oh dear* *gets to his feet* Of course. Hang on. *gets on one knee to help her sit up* *good thing he isn't injured anymore, or he wouldn't be able to help her*
Molly: Seriously though, I might punch you.
Lev: I got that. So let's make it quick so it's less likely to happen. *small smile*
Molly: *takes a deep breath to stave off any potential panic* I'm gonna put my arm around your neck to hang on and you put one arm under my legs and one under my back, okay? Are you sure you can lift me?
Lev: Yes, don't worry. Before I got back here, they treated all my injuries. *holds out his arms ready for her*
Molly: Just because they fix something right away doesn't mean you stop feeling it. *takes another breath and loops her arm around his neck to hang on*
Lev: Of course not. But I can handle it. *puts arms under her and lifts her up quickly, turning them around and puts Molly into the lower bunk bed*
Molly: *manages not to panic /or/ punch him, both major victories in her mind* *does stay tensed until he takes his hands off her* Thanks. Wow this is so much better than the floor. I think I dreamed about this last night.
Lev: *thank god for not being punched* *rubs his still sore shoulder* You might get tired of the bed too, but you'll have to stay in it until we figure out whether you really have a bad concussion or not. Doctor's orders.
Molly: Great! I love being useless. Literally my favorite thing in this whole galaxy. I'm definitely not going to lie here and stew about it.
Lev: *has to grin* Believe me, I know the feeling.
Molly: Yeah okay, Mr. "figures out the drug and how to counter it so you all get your powers back." All I did was figure out what planet we're probably on, which is basically pointless.
Lev: You do realize that I was stuck in a cot and in isolation for the better part of the week, right, and almost blew Kain's cover? *sits back down on the floor next to the bunk* And you haven't done nothing. You're keeping up moral, you're protected others when the former students decided to attack us in here. And you seem to be the one who is helping Vekal keep it together. We need you. So you're not useless.
Molly: *rolls her eyes* I didn't ask for a pep talk, grampa. *appreciates it but obviously she's not going to admit it*
Lev: I'm not that old. *this is nice, it almost makes him forget his isolation time... but only almost*
Molly: Old enough. We had that talk about you being afraid to take your Trials, remember? You're basically the oldest padawan around. Though if you ask me, after all this bullshit they should just wave all you guys in.
Lev: *cringes at the mention of his trials* It's not that simple. You can't just handwave a padawan into a jedi knight. They have to be ready. And right now I'd rather just concentrate on surviving this, then think about my trials.
Molly: My point is that /this/ is a trial and should count.
Lev: The council will decide on that. *feels even less ready then he did before*
Molly: Whatever. The council is stupid and they say stupid things. *not feeling very charitable towards this mysterious council* I bet they don't even have any teenagers on the council. Some representation of interests /that/ is.
Lev: *chuckles* Your opinion is noted.
Molly: Good. You can say that to their faces. /I'll/ say that to their faces.
Lev: I will put a note on it in their critique box. *exhales and stands up* Is there anything else I can help you with before I go back to my bunk?
Molly: *hesitates* I'm not gonna die, right? Vekal said that it doesn't look like I have internal bleeding and that's the only thing I would die from. I just feel... really bad.
Lev: I can promise you you're not gonna die. If you had organ damage, you'd be in a worse state then this, trust me. *tries to look reassuring* You will be fine, McAdams. We are all going to make it out of here.
Molly: *grumbles* You're supposed to say that. You're a doctor. *healer? something*
Lev: Maybe. But it's something I want to believe in as well. It gives me hope. *if he can convince himself that they will make it, then he can handle it better*
Molly: That's cheesy as fuck.Lev: *rubs back of neck, awkward potato* Yeah, well, I could also tell you that in the worst case scenario, we all might die. But that's not exactly reassuring. *half grin*
Molly: *heaves a sigh* I'm basically dying anyway, so I've accepted it. I'm going to nap now. Goodbye. Thank you for the splint and the useless pep talk.
Lev: Don't be so dramatic, McAdams, you're not dying. But a nap is a good idea. Let me know if the splint feels bad.
Molly: *immediately* It feels bad.
Lev: *sighs* I mean if it feels worse then it already does. *although the splint should have eased the pain and give support to her hand*
Molly: Well you didn't /specify./ *scolding*
Lev: You're a terrible patient. *grin* *back to business* Enjoy your Nap. *steps away from the bunk bed, ready to leave her alone*
Molly: I know. *cheerfully* I'll dream of not being on the floor anymore, which is great. I'm thrilled.
Lev: Have fun. *gins* *and leaves her to her nice dreams*

II.
Molly: *realizes she needs to talk to T'Pah so gets herself out of bed after she convinces herself a nap has made her feel A-OK and goes to find T'Pah*
T'Pah: *hasn't gotten up since she was brought to bed and has since dwelt on rather sinister thoughts of revenge*
T'Pah: *jolted out of her daydreams, lifts her upper body to look at the source of distraction, supporting herself by resting on her lower arms* Molly. *right? It's the first time she actually addresses her by her name* You don't look too well.
Molly: You should see the other guy. *snorts* Anyway, you're not dead, I'm not dead, everything's peachy, I figured we could chat.
T'Pah: Once again I admire your optimism. *somewhat sarcastic, but in an appreciative way... if that's even possible to convey in someone's tone of voice*
Molly: What did you find out?
T'Pah: Nothing. *displeased* I went as deep into the facility as I could, but I only found their living area. Well. *hieves herself up into sitting position* I can tell you that's where you get by always following the hall. I also found a PADD that stated the plan to kidnapp students for the reason of converting or using them to drive others to the dark side as the reason of why we were brought here. They also plan to take over the galaxy.
Kelsey: *appears in the doorway with a questioning look* I was wanted?
Molly: *basically sprawled on the floor in a position that hurts her ribs the least* That's not nothing. Is that Kelsey? *can't see*
T'Pah: Yes. *short pause* That's the answer to both your questions. *has no idea if Kelsey was summoned or not, but she wants her now, so that counts*
Kelsey: *comes in, then* Will the both of you live? *you guys look terrible*
Molly: The doc says I will so we'll see if he's learned anything or not. I wanted to talk to you both about what we all learned.
T'Pah: *stifles most of the death glare she was about to send to Kelsey, telling herself that the younger girl probably did not mean it as arrogant and inappropriate as she found her question, and that she's just really tensed and angry and should do better with all her emotional training* ...What did any of you find out?
Kelsey: *misinterprets T'Pah's look as pain and it's a good thing because she meant that sincerely and out of concern ._.* *sits on the floor* I can tell you where we are in relation to the hangar, and how to get to a map to find more.
Molly: I can tell you what planet I think we're on and that if we /do/ get to a hanger I can pilot us home easy.
T'Pah: *nods* I can tell you that the living area is down the hall, how they captured you and that they plan to conquer the galaxy with our help.
Kelsey: On the way to the hangar is a practice room with lightsabers. They are not very effective, but they are better than nothing. We can use them if need be.
Molly: That's good. Weapons are important. Oh, we also know now how they keep gassing the force-sensitive ones, and we /maybe/ have a plan to filter it out. Maybe.
T'Pah: I would really like to hear it. And know your theory of which planet we're on. *this is some real progress! So she didn't just lead everyone into disaster*
Kelsey: *nods* Yes, please.
Molly: Okay, well- *launches into a long-winded info-dump of scattered thoughts based on information she has from Vekal from T'Pah about where she was captured and time traveled and planet terrain and maps and it takes her a good five minutes of chattering to end with* So that's why I think we're on either Nevis or Scorix.
T'Pah: You must have an impressive memory of star charts. *is reminded of Molly being a pilot* Do we have any hints towards one over the other?
Molly: /Well,/ I'm no animal expert, but I /thought/ I saw a herd of Qifs way off in the desert when I was on the top floor looking out at the terrain. But my eyes could have been messing up, I'm not exactly sure. But if it /was/ that means we're probably on Nevis. *is a wealth of useless information, besides actually piloting most of her training involves learning about other planets and how to get there and what they're like*
T'Pah: We have the way to the hangar. Should we stage an actual escape, you should be the one trying to reach it. You said you also had a potential plan to help us regain our force sensitivity?
Molly: Not /my/ plan, but Lev and Vekal were discussing what they know about the drug and possible ways to filter it.
T'Pah: Is Vekal back to being trustworthy?
Molly: *makes a little humming noise* Yeaaahh... it's complicated. But yes. I think. I'm pretty sure. I'm willing to bet on it, I mean.
Kelsey: *makes a face but keeps quiet*
T'Pah: *light shrug* I doubt I will be of much help when physical actions are needed in the near future. I'd also like to save my strength in case we'll have to fight our way out of here.
Molly: So anyway, that's what I've got.
T'Pah: When will you be able to set your potential plan in motion? *wants her Force sensitivity back* With the Force on our side we'd have a much more realistic chance of winning against them.
Molly: Again, not my plan. I don't know how that stuff works.
T'Pah: Hm. *going over and asking them personally, or just trusting she'll realise once she's back to feel the force* *her eagerness to walk and be up for a long time is limited... And there already is one plan covered, so Kelsey's right, they can concentrate on a different one* A new way to get out. With the Force we could force one by manipulating a weak convert's mind. Or overcome them and “steal the key”, so to say.
Molly: Ooorr we could just get Kain to let us out.
T'Pah: Who is Kain? *she's really not on top of things here*
Kelsey: If they would even trust him to get near us? I do not think he has been back here since he left.
Molly: He's on our side but he's pretending to be on their side. *to Kelsey* I'm sure he's just being careful.
T'Pah: It seems difficult to communicate our needs and plans with him if we can't reach him.
Molly: I'm sure he'll be back. *Molly believes in u Kain*
Kelsey: Until he is we are stuck, unless we find another way.
T'Pah: Converting. Obviously. But they want us to prove our loyalty. It's why I'm looking like this: I refused to give names to a... boy. About this high. *not exactly, but approximately reaching up to Webb-height with her stretched out arm* Black hair and clothes, red lightsaber.
Molly: That's probably Randal Webb. He's mean. He's actually the reason we're all here.
Kelsey: *nods* He led the other students against us.
T'Pah: *so that's Webb* Interesting. I've heard Fallan talk about Webb. He said his mental degrading and visions of a starship that he called “USS Legacy” started before he met Webb. *maybe Molly and Kelsey will be more appreciative of her discovery than Vekal was*
Molly: Fallan's visions, you mean?
T'Pah: *nods*
Molly: I don't know /anything/ about you guys and your weird magic powers and visions, so I am not the person to ask about it.
Kelsey: It is not /magic/! *indignant*
T'Pah: He mentioned it to prove his point that his mental breakdown could not be related to the dark side's effects on him. But I doubt that it proves anything.
Molly: *to Kelsey* Shockingly, I don't care. *to T'Pah* He's kind of out of the picture anyway, I haven't seen him around in days.
Kelsey: Losing a leg might make him wary of returning. Experiences like that tend to do that to people.
T'Pah: He's probably not too light on his feet. *she really should stop being so cynical and liking it*
Molly: *stares at T'Pah* Was that a joke?
T'Pah: I... *lifts both eyebrows* guess. *joke. Joke sounds better than snide comment*
Molly: I feel like you're not allowed to make jokes for some reason.
Kelsey: That is not part of the training as far as I know.
T'Pah: What? *is that an insult or reprimand? Too confused to even get angry, but she has to fight down a tinge of indignation*
Molly: What?
T'Pah: Why should I not be allowed to make jokes?
Molly: It just feels... wrong. I dunno.
Kelsey: *can find nothing nice or constructive to say so keeps quiet*
T'Pah: I can probably restrain myself from making further jokes. *but it's weird* I am not feeling very cheerful, anyway.
Molly: No, I mean go ahead, it's fine. It just feels odd. But whatever.
T'Pah: Do we want to forge out another plan to escape? Otherwise I would like to get some more rest.
Kelsey: We would probably not get very far. And we need more resources and knowledge before we begin again.
Molly: I'd say we rest up.
T'Pah: Please let me know if you hear or think of something. I will do the same. *pause* Kelsey. May I ask you to stop by my and Molly's rooms in frequent intervals, so we don't have to get up? *not meaning to delegate to the younger people, but thinks having the least injured one help them out in this way as logical and practical*
Kelsey: *nods* Of course. Gladly.
Molly: That would be nice. *pause* I'd also appreciate help getting back to my room.
Kelsey: I can do that.
T'Pah: Thank you.
Molly: If there are more developments with this drug filter thing I'll let you guys know.
Kelsey: All right.
T'Pah: I will see you.
Molly: *gets back to her room with Kelsey's help and crashes*


III.
Molly: *getting all the way to T'Pah's room and back really was a bad idea after all, apparently Lev was right, she regrets everything* *lying on her back in the bottom bunk making pity noises since she's alone so why not*
Jeanne: *Has a very small bruise on her ribs, with very much soreness, but at least she can walk* *Just no laughing or coughing* *She walks up to Molly's room and knocks*
Molly: *calls* Come in?
Jeanne: *Pokes her head through* Hi? Molly? Do you have a minute?
Molly: I have aallll the time in the wooooorld.
Jeanne: *Walks in fully and up to Molly's bed, but not too close* How did your run go?
Molly: I chopped two fingers off a bad guy! *brightly*
Jeanne: Oh that's good! *Ish? For this situation it is!* I got caught, carries, body slammed, and carried again by the friendliest guard...
Molly: *still a falsely bright tone* Sounds awesome! Any cool discoveries?
Jeanne: Oh yes! I found the armory, and I know how to get there. Opening it is the problem.
Molly: *drops the tone* Oh that's actually pretty awesome. Could you get there if we got out?
Jeanne: *raises an eyebrow a bit at the tone change* Oh absolutely. As long as we get someone who can manipulate the wires we can be armed.
Molly: Or just bust through the door if they all have their force powers back. *can't remember if Jeanne is one of them*
Jeanne: Do we have the serum that lets us feel the force again?
Molly: No. But we're working on a plan.
Jeanne: Mind if you could let me in on it? Or is it too risky?
Molly: Um... *squints at Jeanne, trying to decide her trustworthiness level*
Jeanne: *Flat toned* I got supplexed by a giant alien lady for you guys. I'm not going to betray everyone.
Molly: Hey, people have been switching sides left and right these days. Kain came and beat me and Vekal up to convince them he was on /their/ side. Weirder things have been done.
Jeanne: Didn't.. didn't you want him to infiltrate the enemy?
Molly: Yes. And he did. What I'm saying is that he went to great lengths to do so.
Jeanne: So that makes him less trustworthy to us?
Molly: *rolls her eyes to the heavens* You're /so/ missing the point.
Jeanne: It sounds like he either switches sides or really wanted to make sure he could do a good job at being a convincing infiltrator? *Is this the point*
Molly: *slowly* He went to great lengths to be convincing. You were saying you got supplexed so that means you obviously are on our side. I'm saying people have done a lot more to be convincing.
Jeanne: Oh... *This is whyh I'm not in comms...* Okay. Well, okay if you don't trust me enough don't worry about it. I'll be around if you need any help with it.
Molly: I haven't decided if I trust you yet, hang on.
Jeanne: *Stands there waiting, keeping her eyes on Molly*
Molly: *stares at her, seeing if she can make her admit anything*
Jeanne: *Wow this is making her sleepy* *Blinks a couple of times... are they having a stare off?
Molly: You blinked!
Jeanne: Wow, I guess that means I am a Sith! *Said partially joking and out of frustration*
Molly: Wait, /what?/
Jeanne: I was joking. You're trying to tell if I am trustworthy or not, while having a stare off. *has a slight smirk, but not a smirk because Jeanne does not smirk*
Molly: You know what, you're being mean to me and I have two cracked ribs and a broken wrist and a concussion, so stop it.
Jeanne: How... how is that mean? *But I'm never mean!*
Molly: What do you know about fabrics?
Molly: What do you know about fabrics?
Jeanne: Geologic fabrics? Or like clothing fabrics?
Molly: What the /fuck/ is a geological fabric.
Jeanne: *Opens her mouth and holds up her finger to start talking but pauses and puckers her lips and lowers her brows wondering where that did come from* Um... stuff about orientations of structures in rocks... I think?
Molly: Why do you know that?
Jeanne: I... *voice cracks a bit* I actually don't know. This has been happening for the past couple of weeks. I go with it.
Molly: Do you vividly hallucinate too? What the hell kind of drugs are all you Jedi on anyway?
Jeanne: Only in my dreams. *widens her eyes and looks at Molly* It's the Force.
Molly: Yeah, the Force, your crazy magic stuff.
Jeanne: Not quite, but I'll accept that term.
Molly: Close enough. *flaps her good hand at Jeanne*
Jeanne: *Won't push that whole plan thing after she was apparently mean to Molly...* You haven't been getting them though?
Molly: Gettingi what?
Jeanne: Memories, weird instincts, subconscious stuff?
Molly: I think that's a Jedi problem.
Jeanne: Okay, possibly. I'll be in for some more interesting years ahead of me... hopefully.
Molly: *darkly* If we make it out alive.
Jeanne: *Nods her head* Yes, that's what I was referring to.
Molly: Anyway. *decides to throw caution to the wind* You guys are being gassed with the drug through the air vents and some of us are working on making filters so that you'll get your powers back.
Jeanne: *Oh wow, sudden truth. nice.* Really now? Do you need material for it?
Molly: No, we have it all already and you have your powers back! Didn't you notice?
Jeanne: *Deadpans at her* It might have slipped... I'm trying to be helpful. I am willing to give up my blankets if it will help.
Molly: What slipped??
Jeanne: *Is about to correct her* Nevermind about that.
Molly: *why do you make no sense* Blankets aren't the material we need.
Jeanne: Well what do you need for it?
Molly: *stares at her* For... filtering... the drug....
Jeanne: *Smiles a bit trying not to get snippy* Yes. What kind of material do you need for it?
Molly: *yes, she's still cranky* You'll have to ask the doctor or Vekal that one.
Jeanne: Okay, thanks for telling me. *sincerely*
Molly: Yeah. Don't be bad now, because then it will be my fault.
Jeanne: Yeah, I don't think you have to worry too much about that. *smiles and leaves*
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RiseofDarkFire's avatar
Love the exchange about geologic fabrics. :love: *nerd nerd nerd*