"I, uh... gathered that," Jason says quietly. "I punched Harley Quinn to stop her museum heist, and Aine took exception. Harley invoked the goddess beforehand, you see... so Aine was paying attention to what happened to her."
Jason keeps his eyes on where Albtraum moved away into the fog, only occasionally glancing over at Death. He doesn't want to lose his guide, but also there's something about this whole interaction that is making him uneasy.
And suddenly flinging himself at Death's feet and sobbing like a terrified child -- which feels far more likely when he makes eye contact with her -- would be counterproductive.
She wouldn't end it but she wouldn't tell anyone why. Albtraum had its faults and she had hers, but her reasoning was less malicious than some might think. Wasn't malicious at all, in fact. Just selfish. As for Jason-- well, she's used to tears. It's common, and she wouldn't belittle him any for it.
"It's been so long, I have to say, that I've heard her name. Whether she is as cooperative as she used to be... well, I cannot say. I can tell you how to find her but I cannot guarantee she'll come, or listen."
"I don't need any guarantees," Jason says, "I'll appreciate any lead you can give me."
"Please, I've been so worried!" "I could get in trouble... we're only suppose to allow family in to visit." "She's my daughter's friend. She's staying with us and she doesn't have any family in the state."
Jason startles at the sound of those voices -- one unfamiliar, the others belonging to Cass and Bruce -- and looks around as if expecting to see them in the dreamscape.
She nods, just about to speak when those voices ring out. Their time was limited and unless someone was dying near him sometime soon, they wouldn't be able to meet again in the waking world. Quickly, she grabs his hand. Something burns deep into the palm. It wasn't exactly clear, but it was a map, a set of instructions so to speak. If Jason could figure that out, he could figure out how to at least try to come in contact with Aine.
And that was that. It was only a few moments later when Jacinda awoke. So... she supposes... she would go find their mutual contact.
Jacinda wakes slowly, for once, blinks up at the pale blue tiles of the hospital ceiling and then looks over to the left and to the right. Zir bed is the only one in the room, and to the left Cassandra is leaning on the doorframe, gazing out into the hallway. She looks enough like a regular college student, waiting for bad news, that it's probably what most people see. But her eyes scan over everyone who passes the hospital room door, wary and alert.
To the right, Bruce sits in the single chair at Jacinda's bedside. He's holding on to zir right hand, worry etched in every line of his face. Some resentful part of Jacinda labels it as just an act -- Brucie will play the concerned socialite for anyone, right? -- but that gets cut off by an unbidden, unwanted thought.
'You might have woken up to this if he'd made it on time.'
That's a knife in the gut, and even at zir most hateful and bitter, Jacinda will never, ever say that aloud. Instead, zie turns zir hand over and grips Bruce's hand in return.
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Jason keeps his eyes on where Albtraum moved away into the fog, only occasionally glancing over at Death. He doesn't want to lose his guide, but also there's something about this whole interaction that is making him uneasy.
And suddenly flinging himself at Death's feet and sobbing like a terrified child -- which feels far more likely when he makes eye contact with her -- would be counterproductive.
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"It's been so long, I have to say, that I've heard her name. Whether she is as cooperative as she used to be... well, I cannot say. I can tell you how to find her but I cannot guarantee she'll come, or listen."
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"Please, I've been so worried!"
"I could get in trouble... we're only suppose to allow family in to visit."
"She's my daughter's friend. She's staying with us and she doesn't have any family in the state."
Jason startles at the sound of those voices -- one unfamiliar, the others belonging to Cass and Bruce -- and looks around as if expecting to see them in the dreamscape.
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And that was that. It was only a few moments later when Jacinda awoke. So... she supposes... she would go find their mutual contact.
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To the right, Bruce sits in the single chair at Jacinda's bedside. He's holding on to zir right hand, worry etched in every line of his face. Some resentful part of Jacinda labels it as just an act -- Brucie will play the concerned socialite for anyone, right? -- but that gets cut off by an unbidden, unwanted thought.
'You might have woken up to this if he'd made it on time.'
That's a knife in the gut, and even at zir most hateful and bitter, Jacinda will never, ever say that aloud. Instead, zie turns zir hand over and grips Bruce's hand in return.
[ Wrap up here at Jacinda's journal. ]