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[psychomancy]

[hello, network! this is gemma, sitting in her bedroom at home, in a comfy chair with a copy of jane eyre open on her lap. she's dressed comfortably, and it just looks like such a cozy atmosphere. she has a few candles lit, opting to use as little electric lighting at the moment as possible. it reminds her of home okay.

anyway, she smiles at the comm, which is in her hand. as she speaks, she gets up and starts to move around her room: adjusting the curtain at the window, straightening the books on a shelf, etc.]

Until last year, I'd only ever seen an English Autumn--very rainy and such, not pleasant at all. But here, it's so different! The colors of the leaves aren't constantly dulled by water, and the wind isn't as brisk.

[she pauses, standing in the middle of the room. gemma shakes her head and laughs a bit.]

Listen to me, prattling on as if--

[before she cuts herself off, the room has darkened significantly--the candles have gone out. she's only visible now because the window is open. gemma stands completely still for far less than a second, and then her eyes go wide. the hand holding the comm starts to shake. fear and pain etch itself into her face, which has gone pale. her voice is quick, a hoarse whisper, though she doesn't seem to be talking to anyone:]

Please, not now, I haven't--

[and in the next second she crumples to the ground, and not even gracefully at that. the comm rolls across the floor, knocked out of her hand. it comes to pause on her prone form. her breathing is shallow; her crescent eye necklace has worked its way from beneath the collar of her dress and is glowing faintly on the ground. she's staring at the camera, eyes glossy with a faraway look in them. but she doesn't move an inch.

the feed cuts abruptly.

[ooc; if you'd like to action thread, feel free.]

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action.

[onewrongword]

Merlin's tangled gray beard, girl--

[If this is just a little swoon Gemma he's going to bitch you out so bad... but life debts are this horrible, pesky things with wizards, so... Snape's Apparating over... and boy is he cranky about it.]

permaction.

[psychomancy]

[And when he gets there, Gemma is still lying on the floor in her bedroom. Her fingers are twitching a bit, but she hasn't yet moved. She's still shoulder-deep in the vision, unaware that Snape is present. Magic permeates the air, practically oozing from her body.]

[onewrongword]

[Welp, at least he's been in her bedroom before... and under equally unhappy circumstances. He stops at the threshhold, knowing what the magic of hers can do -- and steps inside, slowly--carefully, as if the magic might be a viper he could... perhaps.. not provoke to strike.]

action.

[onewrongword]

Merlin's tangled gray beard, girl--

[If this is just a little swoon Gemma he's going to bitch you out so bad... but life debts are this horrible, pesky things with wizards, so... Snape's Apparating over... and boy is he cranky about it.]

permaction.

[psychomancy]

[And when he gets there, Gemma is still lying on the floor in her bedroom. Her fingers are twitching a bit, but she hasn't yet moved. She's still shoulder-deep in the vision, unaware that Snape is present. Magic permeates the air, practically oozing from her body.]

[onewrongword]

[Welp, at least he's been in her bedroom before... and under equally unhappy circumstances. He stops at the threshhold, knowing what the magic of hers can do -- and steps inside, slowly--carefully, as if the magic might be a viper he could... perhaps.. not provoke to strike.]

voice;

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Gemma?!

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[this comes much, much later, after she has collected herself.]

Cassie, I--I saw something. It was--I can't even describe how terrible. You haven't--seen it?

permavid.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

[She looks awkward.]

I see the edges of it, I don't... I really don't want to take a closer look, I've seen enough shit lately.

voice;

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Gemma?!

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[this comes much, much later, after she has collected herself.]

Cassie, I--I saw something. It was--I can't even describe how terrible. You haven't--seen it?

permavid.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

[She looks awkward.]

I see the edges of it, I don't... I really don't want to take a closer look, I've seen enough shit lately.

permavoice.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Gemma? [Her voice is small at first. Congratulations. She's been completely freaked out. It only takes Elektra a second to snap out of it. Her tone completely changes to something cold and angry.]

Get up. Now. If I have to come over there... [She's already going for her boots and jacket. :(]

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[this comes a bit later, so elektra is either almost there or in-transit (if she did indeed leave). gemma's face is pale, and her eyes are almost bloodshot.]

I'm--up. I'm sorry, don't worry about me. It's happened before. I'm alright.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[She's in transit and very relieved to have finally gotten a response. Her worry won out in the end so there's outside noises in the background.]

Gemma did you look at the video? You should be in a hospital right now. [Elektra takes a deep breath. Getting angry wasn't going to help.] What happened?

permavoice.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Gemma? [Her voice is small at first. Congratulations. She's been completely freaked out. It only takes Elektra a second to snap out of it. Her tone completely changes to something cold and angry.]

Get up. Now. If I have to come over there... [She's already going for her boots and jacket. :(]

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[this comes a bit later, so elektra is either almost there or in-transit (if she did indeed leave). gemma's face is pale, and her eyes are almost bloodshot.]

I'm--up. I'm sorry, don't worry about me. It's happened before. I'm alright.

[voice]

[anagrammatist]

Miss Gemma? Are you all right?

[not that he really cares but he can at least seem like he does.]

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[this comes later. she looks pale, and there are bags beneath her eyes.]

I'm fine, Tom. I was just--caught unawares.

[voice]

[anagrammatist]

Miss Gemma? Are you all right?

[not that he really cares but he can at least seem like he does.]

permavid.

[psychomancy]

[this comes later. she looks pale, and there are bags beneath her eyes.]

I'm fine, Tom. I was just--caught unawares.

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

Gemma, luv? Alright? [If he doesn't get an answer, he'll apparate over immediately, but -- you've already got the one action thread going.]

[psychomancy]

[ooc; actually, if you'd like to hop into the action log, feel free!]

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

Gemma, luv? Alright? [If he doesn't get an answer, he'll apparate over immediately, but -- you've already got the one action thread going.]

[psychomancy]

[ooc; actually, if you'd like to hop into the action log, feel free!]