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[jammingwith]

[Ed's sitting up in bed now, she's feeling better after sleeping 12 hours straight, but there's an itchy spot on her back in the middle of her shoulderblades that just won't go away... and that headache probably won't go away any time soon aaaargh but she's projecting onto the second level just the same. When she starts speaking, she's very quiet, and grows louder out of her frustration.]

There was no one there.

There was no one there.

Nobody.

Just a stupid room with a stupid altar and stupid ghosts that weren't real.

[Yeaaaaah, she's pissed. Suddenly she grabs one of her pillows and throws it VIOLENTLY across the room with a strangled scream. Oh dear, Edward. That little stunt got her standing on the bed now. It also quite possibly broke a lamp.]

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS CITY?

[After a moment she collapses back down into a sitting position. Then, after another moment, she lets out a frustrated groan and flops back onto the bed lying down again. Rawrg. Frustrated angry Edward is frustrated and angry. Approach at your own risk.]

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[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

[WORK THROUGH ADVERSITY, ED.] Make sure to drink a lot of water, and take some headache medicine. I'll take a look around while you rest, then. Please, feel better soon.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[YOU SHOULD BE RESTING, TOO. But whatever. She nods.]

Good luck!

[surpraizepitaph.livejournal.com]

[his bed was destroyed in a freak accident involving armguns and aidatentacles. Now he has an excuse to stay up for a few days in a row. Hesitates for a moment before patting her on the head. Then drops.]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Wide eyes. Did he just... I think he did. What the hell.]