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Friends
Dramatis Personae Kelly, Lia	8 November 2013 Kelly shambles about bleeding, but Doll-Lia actually has the sense to escort him back to the med lab. Eventually. (Part of Infected TP.)
Location <XS> Rec Room – FL2
School this may be, but life for Xavier's students certainly isn't all studying. Outside classes, this is a popular spot to find students in their downtime. An enormous tribute to slacking off, this room is a wealth of fun and relaxation. Comfortable armchairs, couches, and beanbags offer plentiful seating scattered throughout the room, and the cushioned windowseats by the high windows offer a cozy nook to curl up and look out on the grounds. The room is often filled with the noises of gaming -- whether it comes from the big-screen television (tall racks of DVDs beside it, if nothing can be found on the multitude of cable channels), tricked out with consoles from retro to the latest releases, or the less electronic clatter and thump of the pool table, air hockey, or foosball. For those a little more subdued in their gaming, the cabinets hold stacks and stacks of board and card games, ranging as classic as chess and go to as esoteric as Dixit, Catan, and Gloom. Kelly 's skin is bone white, clammy, and covered in sweat. His eyes fighting to stay focused as he stumbles more than walks through the halls trying to remember why he came up here. The leaves that usually flower on his head are browning, his arms are wrapped in green soaked bandages, as well as another thick bandage on his side. He's barefoot as he walks, and is dressed in light blue pants and an open blue shirt... medical wear, as the IV needle in his arm might testify too... though there isn't any IV bag attached to it. "Hello?" he tries to ask through a headache... but it mostly comes out as a moaning "Hnnnno?" The rec room does not appear to contain any people today. It is full of games and toys and one small American Girl doll (Felicity, the colonial-era Virginian girl, to be precise). The little auburn-haired, green-eyed girl doll is kneeling on the floor, her red skirts pooled out around her as she appears to be playing with the cards from a Dixit Journey game. Several are placed in front of her, her bright green glass eyes studying them carefully. The scene seems quite cleverly staged, until the doll's head turns at the sort-of greeting. "Flower Boy. You...are a zombie? Do zombies usually bleed green on everything? Your IV has been disconnected. You are not supposed to do that," Lia's voice observes in a steady stream of rather even-toned chatter from the doll's mouth. "I am not made of meat. So there is no cause to bite me." Kelly says, "I'm... not..." Kelly says shaking his head to get some sense into it. Then he smiles as he walks forward carefully. "You're... very very very short." he laughs out as the only thing he can manages to think. "But I'm pretty sure there aren't really three of you." He does indeed have a pulse... though several long green streaks lace their way just under his skin, visible as extra large veins. "I don't wanna bite you. Promise." He says in his loopy southern accent." Doll-Lia gathers her cards into a pile and sets them back into their box before standing. Her pale little fingers smooth out her skirts as she stands. Her head tilts as she regards Kelly. “You talk too much for a zombie. Very well. I am precisely 18 inches tall. It is standard for this line. And no, there should only be one of me.” The bonnet-covered head turns left, then right to confirm this. “No, just one. You look like you need someone to stop you from bleeding. Do you know where they keep their doctors here?” "Bleeding?" Kelly asks as he clenches his eyes and reopens them. Most of the active bleeding has been stopped, though he is dripping from the IV needle, and likely reopened the wound on his side. "There were a lot of doctor people down stairs. They were really busy when I woke up though... so I didn't want to bother them." Meaning... he snuck out of the medbay when there was a distraction. "Oh, are you playing a game? Can I play? Did... did you know you sound like the monkey girl? I think you would like her." "That is what the green stuff all over you is, isn't it? It looks like blood. Or sap. Something important to stay on your insides, I would think." Lia glances back at the game. "I was not playing the game. It needs at least three players, or so the box says. I was looking at the art. The cards are painted very pretty." Her head cants from its 45 degree tilt to the right into a 45 degree tilt to the left. Head angles are very important for interpreting people, it seems. "I do not think you should play games until you see a doctor. I can bring the game with us, downstairs. You can show me the doctors. Maybe someone else will want to play with us, since we need a third." She bends to replace the lid on the Dixit box. "I am Lia. Or...Lia is talking. This form is Felicity. The monkey was Curious George. You met Lia-form in between. But the voice is always Lia." "Oh, I'm Kelly, I was Kelly before, too." he says as if this all made perfect sense. And then nods in careful agreement to the obviously wise doll. He waits for her to gather her things and then pokes at his side, noticing the green things. "Huh... it is blood, yeah. Not sap, sap is sticky and clear." he informs as he pokes his side some more and winces as it hurts. "I think I'm missing some pieces. I hope the doctor knows where I lost them." And he begins to fall in behind the doll, but his steps are going to be extremely slow. “Flower Boy. Kelly,” Doll-Lia replies simply, with a nod. She picks up the box, which is nearly as large as she is, and carries it out into the hall. “You may need to tell me where to go. I do not know this building. They only showed me the rooms, and the dining hall, and told me I should stay in the rooms.” She sounds somewhat troubled by this assertion. Indeed, she arrived at such a time that no one so much as gave her a tour of the building. Welcome to Xavier's. Relatively safe bed. Bathroom. Food. Good luck, hope you don't turn into a zombie. “I believe there is an elevator this way. You said downstairs. How much down?” Lia does not seem to mind Kelly's slowness. An 18 inch tall doll does not have much to offer by way of long strides, so though her feet move swiftly, her own progress is rather slow. Of course Kelly's own introduction to the school wasn't that much better. A nice round of introductions, showing off the new room... and then immediately kicking him out of it after the new room became the zombie rooms. He should have really said no the second time he was asked to come here, just like the first! "Well, I... don't know. Everything's kinda fuzzy and spinny right now." he informs the little doll as he keeps pace with her, heading towards the elevators. "Oh, but I do know where the garden is, I like it, its nice and green and stuff. Which do you like being most? The George... Felicity, or Lia?" he asks, looking down at the tiny girl. “We are on the second floor now. Did you come up...more than one floor, do you think?” When they reach the elevator, Doll-Lia eyes the call button well over her head. “Push the down button,” she orders the taller boy calmly. “The garden is not a place where they would keep doctors. Usually doctors are in rooms with no windows. Cold places with bright lightbulbs.” She frowns for a moment, her opinion of doctors clearly not the highest. “Basement. That is where doctors would stay. We will try there first, and work up if they are not there.” Her fingers toy at the tiny bow where her blouse is tied closed, just playing with the string. “Like? I...just go. They told Lia not to go around. The others can go around.” "Oh, I guess you're right. They probably don't like to eat dolls." Kelly says as he pushes the down button and waits for the elevator to slowly come up to them. "I think I went down, uhm... one... two. There weren't windows though, you're right." He leans against the door and smears some green on it when he does. "They don't like to eat me, either..." he says, laughing at the thought. "Spit me right out." “This form is not made of meat. There is no cause to bite it. And if I lie very still, it looks like just a doll. And I can leave, back to Lia-shape at any time.” One of Lia's slipper-clad little doll feet tap-tap-taps impatiently, waiting for the elevator to arrive. “No windows. Basement. It is a place to keep doctors. We will take you there, and see if they can keep your blood on the inside.” She eyes the green smear on the wall. “Maybe the green blood tastes bad. Or. You might taste like plant. Instead of meat. That is good, the zombies will not eat you.” "I think it is a very pretty form." Kelly says with a grin as the doors finally open with a nice soft 'ding!' He shuffles inside and slumps down into the corner for a moment, out of breath. "I think I need to rest a little bit." he informs. The elevator does have a button for the basement, and he looks up at it with a long smile. "Are you sad that you came here, Lia? Everyone seems sad here. Everyone seems scared. And there are bunches of people, but its still really lonely." "She is a nice doll," Lia agrees, nodding the doll's head. She follows into the elevator after Kelly. "When you are done resting, you must push the button for the basement. It is how the elevator knows where you want to go." She stands, playing again with her bow strings. "Sad? No. This place is not as nice as the last place. I miss Duskwings and Fairyjax. But they said we could not stay at that place. They said. It was a temporary saving place." The lightly painted on eyebrows sink down toward the green glass eyes on the doll's face. "This is not as bad a place as the Rooms, though. There were different Rooms, all before the last place. They were bad. This place...is somewhat like the Rooms. But not as bad at all. There are no tests and--" She frowns. "No doctors. I guess there are doctors. Maybe they will not be as bad, either." "I'm sorry." Kelly says as he gets up onto his knees to press the button and slumps down again. "Oh, I'm not supposed to say that. Or the other words." he makes sure to note. And thankfully his head is too fuzzy to remember them all right now, lest his tipsy brain recite them all! "Duskwings... Fairyjax... it sounds like a nice place. I hope you get to see them again, though. But the doctors here seem really nice... unless you try to leave early. Then they get grumpy and tell you to get back in the bed. But I think there are tests... like math tests and english tests." The elevator begins to move down and down and down. "Are you good at tests?" Doll-Lia takes a step back to brace herself against the wall of the elevator as it starts to move. "Yes. They said not to say words. It is best to listen to rules," she asserts with a firm nod. "It was a nice place. Fairyjax is supposed to teach here. But I have not seen any teaching. And...he is supposed to dance. I also have not seen any dancing." The doll's lips twist and pull over to one side. "I am good at some tests. The moving tests. And the dance tests. And the tests where I show what the dolls do. I try to listen. Listening gets rewards, sometimes. Not listening is punished. It is not good to be stubborn. Stubbornness is a very poor trait in a girl." The words echo in a way that sounds like they are not her own, more a recitation. "I do not like the bodies tests. Or the tests where they try to get me to put the magic in forms that are already full." A sudden insight tilts the doll's head once again. "You do not mean those tests. You mean school-tests. I have not...I do not know if I would be good at those." "Those sound like very hard tests!" Kelly says with a nod to her, the elevator making its way down to the basement. He seems to turn a sad face to the doll girl, considering the shape she is in now. "But you must be good, cause I think George was full. He didn't look floppy, he had to have cotton in there." As the elevator slows, though, Kelly is pushing himself up in the corner with all the grace of a thrice drunk hippo. "I dance. I like it, but dad doesn't like it when I dance." he decides to end on, trying to push up on his toes to show her! But... then nearly falls down again. "I guess I'll have to dance later." “Most of the tests were hard,” Doll-Lia agrees simply. “George was not full. Empty. No magic, no thoughts, just doll. George would be an easy test.” The green glass eyes lock on Kelly's for a moment. “You would not be. Hurt, but full. Can't put magic in if the form is already full.” Lia moves to the open elevator door. “You need to walk out the door, or the box may take you up again. We need to find the doctors and hope they are not bad. Dancing is for when you are not bleeding.” "Lia..." Kelly says as he goes through the door, head spinning still, and into the bright hallway that looks drastically different from the school up stairs. He turns around and holds the door open with a slight bow, like a polite gentleman for a lady. "We should be friends. No one wants to make friends when people might die." he explains as he waits for her to come out the door, "And you're very smart. I think I'd like a smart friend." The rationalization quite clear to him, even if he will probably remember absolutely none of this tomorrow. "And we can dance sometimes too, when not bleeding." Doll-Lia's head bobs at the bow, walking through where it is indicated that she should and starting down the hallway in search of the med lab. “Friends. No hurting each other,” she declares. “People always die. It is what they do. If you listen very well, maybe you don't die as soon.” The doll's green glass eyes scan the label of each door as they pass them slowly. “I like to dance. There should be dancing. Just...not bleeding. First, not bleeding. Keep you full up. Don't like bodies.”