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[corrinesbell]

[It's still pouring. Sheena would be reminded of her first few days in Luceti. ...If she wasn't asleep. Out in the rain. On a bench somewhere.

In her defense, she was headed for the clinic because she just couldn't stand being sick anymore. Whether or not they would have been able to do a whole lot didn't matter.

Anyway. Sleeping, in the pouring rain, outside. What do you do?]

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[markofthewise]

[What will he do? Well, he does know it's rude to wake up girls who are sleeping. Unless it's his sister. On the other hand, watching her drown in the rain isn't good either. He'll try to work that out as he stands over her with an umbrella. Maybe someone more helpful will show up and he can sneak away like he didn't see this.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Lo and behold, Stella has an umbrella! She has her journal against her chest and is out and about, trying to prepare herself in case Senel comes back at the worst time. But then she sees Sheena. She immediately heads over and holds the umbrella over her while she uses her free hand to shake her shoulder gently.]

Sheena?

[corrinesbell]

[it takes quite a few shakes to wake her, and even then her whole vibe is just miserable]

Huh?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Stella's starting to get wet now, but that's all right. She enjoys the rain, anyway. And she's too busy being worried for Sheena.]

You shouldn't sleep in the rain like this...

[corrinesbell]

I'm not sleeping. [yes she is. She's drifting off again already. Something's obviously wrong, Stella]

[corrinesbell]

[She's not going to wake up just because it's not raining on her anymore]

[markofthewise]

[Ah, complications. Well, maybe he could just clear his throat loudly.]

Ahem. [Cough cough. Wait, that last cough sounded sort of real. Is he getting sick? Nah, not likely.] Psst. Hey. [He nudges her in the shoulder.] It's raining.

[corrinesbell]

[yeeeeeaaaah no. She's sick, staying asleep feels better]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Yes, you are. [She shakes Sheena's shoulder a little harder, then bends down to pull Sheena's arm over her shoulder and straighten herself up.] Come on. You need to be warm and indoors. [This'll be a little awkward since Sheena's a few inches taller than her, and... She's not sure how to hold her and the umbrella at the same time.]

[markofthewise]

[Aww man, but he's hungry and supposed to be getting extra groceries! He nudges her again.] It's really raining. Thunder too. In fact, this umbrella is probably a horrible idea.

[corrinesbell]

[sudden movement not welcome!] H-Hey! What're you doing? [she sounds like she may as well not have a nose, by the way]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Bringing you to my home. [And away from Sophie's room, if that stuffy nose means anything.]

[corrinesbell]

What for?

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

You don't look well. [She decides to leave the umbrella behind, and she lifts her free hand to feel her forehead.]

[corrinesbell]

[doesn't feel well either. But she's giving Stella a muted glare]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[It's not very effective...] And you're burning up.

[emp3thy]

[Normally Minato wouldn't be wandering today, as rain and he don't mix well, but he needed some supplies that couldn't wait. On the way to the square he spots Sheena managing to take narcolepsy to a level he hasn't yet managed. Approaching, he holds the umbrella over her and gently shakes her shoulder. If thunder won't wake her, neither will talking.]

[corrinesbell]

[Wild Sheena used Leer! But it failed!]

S-So what? ...I mean, I was gonna go to the clinic.

[corrinesbell]

[go away you stupid shaking. She shrugs him off and makes an annoyed noise]

[emp3thy]

[harder shaking. Rain is not healthy, Sheena.]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

It didn't seem that way to me. [Let's be on our way. The rain feels so nice, but it'll be nicer for Sheena inside, where it's warm. Her fireplace is ready with wood beside it, after all.]

[corrinesbell]

[big deal go away. She smacks at him drowsily with one hand]

[corrinesbell]

I was! [not protesting being led off but really, Stella, it's the truth!]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... [Well, she'll take that. Stella's more focused on getting home now. It's kind of hard to half carry someone...]

[emp3thy]

[...] You can't sleep here.