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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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[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Text me your address.

[She ducks out of the frame and Gemma will probably hear the sound of a closet opening and things moving around.]

[psychomancy]

[pretend this is a text with her address]

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

I'll be there in... twenty minutes. Need anything?

[psychomancy]

No, I'm alright. I just need to sit.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Sure, I'll be there soon.

[And certainly enough, there's a knock on the door a little over twenty minutes later. Traffic.]

[psychomancy]

[Gemma has, by then, calmed down. Severus has left. She's trying to interpret what she saw, but isn't having much luck. The knock is a blessing, really. Pieces of paper are strewn all over her living room floor--she's tried writing out possibilities, but has disposed of all of them. She opens the door, looking worn, but definitely alert.]

Thank you for coming, Cassie. I just--it might be easier like this. To figure out.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

[She can't possibly look worse than Cassie feels. She knows something's up, that something's coming, that something's arriving. She just, for once, doesn't want to look at it.]

No problem.

[She heads on in and finds a place to sit down, figuring this is going to be a long trip.]

[psychomancy]

[Gemma follows, locking the door behind her. Partly because she doesn't know when that... thing will arrive, and partly because it just makes her feel safer. She runs a hand through her red curls again, taking a seat opposite Cassie.]

Thank you for--coming over. I know we don't know each other very well, but... [The apology fell flat. She wasn't even sure why she was apologizing.]

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Don't sweat it. We're both imPorts, we both get the technicolor previews of all the crap that's gonna happen here. Sisterhood and all the crap.

[Not that Cassie's ever really believed that. It was all hippie crap to her. But Gemma seemed like the sort that would like it, so...]

So what did you see, exactly?

[Since Cassie wasn't looking at the moment.]

[psychomancy]

[Her words were... well, comforting in a way. She did like the idea, yes. She had been alone with this power for so long that any kind of kinship was appreciated. At the question though, she let her head drop into her hands.]

A monster. Bigger than any building I've seen--and smaller ones like it, everywhere. Everything was so cold to begin, but it began to get hotter and hotter until I thought I was burning alive. And I remember--the taste of salt on my tongue. From the sea, I think. I think it's coming from the sea.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

[Oh that just sounds precious. A regular old barrel of laughs.]

Do you know when?

[If she did, then maybe Cassie wouldn't have to look at the visions knocking inside her skull. She'd gotten better at pushing them away, maybe this time... she could really do it.]

[psychomancy]

[She doesn't even try holding back the sigh that leaves her lips.]

I've no idea. None at all.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

[Damn, Cassie will have to look. She really doesn't want to see this thing.]

Well, you can at least tell people it's coming.

[psychomancy]

[A nod. But she... doesn't want to. She doesn't want this to happen at all.]

I wish there'd been a way for me to see how to stop it.

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Some things you can't stop.

[She couldn't stop Nick or Josh from leaving, after all.]

[psychomancy]

That--sucks.

[how do i shot american slang]

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

Big time.

[Cassie looked towards what she thought was the kitchen.]

Can I make you some tea or something? Find you some aspirin? I don't know... how to help you.

[psychomancy]

[Gemma waves her hand dismissively.]

I've already had some. I just... thought talking to someone about it would help. It--has. [tries to smile]

[wrong-sometimes.livejournal.com]

I'm... well, glad to help.

[She motioned to the kitchen.]

Mind if I get something? I can stay tonight if you want, like, moral support or something.

[That was the nice thing to do, right?]