003 ❖ I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas (Backdated to the evening of the 20th)

[noluckduck]

[Action: On your doorstep - first-come, first-serve?]

[Look at this lovely caroller, singing with wild abandon with an unshakable smile on her face! How long has she been at it?

Well, actually, it has been precisely 24 hours since she started.

Her singing suddenly stops, her smile twitches and stops, and she collapses, exhausted.]


[Phone, after a few hours of troubled sleep:]

I don't wanna hear another Christmas carol ever in my life.

... I... got droned, I guess.

[A deep breath. She is tired.] Fuck this town. Fuck. [On several levels. And it's barely been two weeks...]

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[prpl_assistant]

(Yeah, you definitely need help. Miss Pauling is going to help you up whether you like it or not; her grip is surprisingly firm for a women of her small size.)

Come on in, you need to warm up. I've got a heater in my place.

[noluckduck]

... [She'd better not even try to struggle.] Thanks.

[prpl_assistant]

(She helps the girl to her home, and sure enough, a blast of warm air greets them. Engineers are fantastic buddies to have. Miss Pauling sits the girl down and gets a blanket for her; she must be freezing, singing carols like that in the cold. She also gets her some water to drink; the questions can come later.)

[noluckduck]

[She notes the warmth with a quiet damn, that's nice, curls up beneath the blanket the woman got her, and then drinks the water in one gulp, which was probably a terrible idea judging by the way she's coughing right now.]