[OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb and YOU.
Setting: All over the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor doesn't really know how to handle this flu thing, it's been a long time since she's been sick! Well, conventionally sick that is.
Warnings: Cranky, cranky teenagers who can set things on fire with their minds. Also random teleporting and potential telekinetic shenanigans.

[Eleanor woke up this morning with her head feeling like it was stuffed with wool. That was a novelty of a sort, and not a very pleasant one. She shrugged it off though, not entirely familiar with the whole flu process, though somewhere in the back of her head, several dozen voices whined in unison about how awful it was.

Eleanor got dressed in her suit and as usual set out to wander around the Tower, steps slow and gaunt looming.

Except, even if you're used to seeing her go around by now, you might be surprised to see her stumbling a little, leaning heavily sideways and nearly falling off the stairs more than once. For all intents and purposes, it seems like nearly seven feet worth of drunken diving suit, though of course that's not the case.

Hell, her portholes are glowing blue. Blue. She didn't even know that was a thing that could happen.]

Comments

[swordedpast]

Second hand...?

[He pauses, then shakes his head as if to dismiss the question. He won't push her for now.]

Fortunately, I'm still well. But if I wind up having to take care of the rest of you, that'll be a real pain.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor laughs.]

I think most people here can take care of themselves, even if sick, you know?

[She's one of those. Or so she'd like to think.]

[swordedpast]

[And he scowls.]

Is that what you'd say? I think you overestimate people's ability to take care of themselves.

[thebigsister]

Eh, have you been here long? Because the things that happen here... they teach people that they're stronger than they think, really.

[swordedpast]

A little while. But I think that's where you're wrong--most people aren't as strong as they think. It's naive to believe otherwise.

[thebigsister]

Are you sure you're not just projecting?

[You'd think she's trying to insult him, but the question is earnestly sincere.]

[swordedpast]

[He blinks at her, and then, for some reason, he just laughs.]

I could as easily ask of you, are you certain you're not merely engaging in wishful thinking? But it probably will do no good. You'll continue to engage in such thinking. If this tower won't stop you, I hardly will.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor snorts.]

If the Tower itself can't stop me, it must be for a reason.

[The reason being that Eleanor is cray cray.]

[swordedpast]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, that's right. Foolishness is usually amazingly difficult to check. That's a reason, isn't it?

[thebigsister]

Stubbornness, more like.

[Because everyone knows stubbornness is the greatest virtue ever.]

[swordedpast]

Hmph--since you're so slow on the uptake, I'll clue you in on the answer here.

Stubbornness is another word for foolishness. Keep that in mind.

[And he turns to walk away up the stairs.]