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[tearsinajar]

It occurred to me the other day that I haven't had a chance to write anything, and that's, to me, a little depressing. There's been so much here that's happened, not just to myself and the friends I've made, but to everyone else. To you.

My day job, back home, for those of you who don't know me, it deals with investigative journalism. I write to uncover the truth, to shed light on scenarios that are otherwise dark and bleak.

Since I got here, everything has been nothing but a whirlwind of events. Each month there's been something new; whether it's stopping off at various planets, or it's daily occurrences on the ship. [ RIP Moira. ] There hasn't been time for me to sit down and write it all out.

[ Elena pauses and her eyes drift downward, off to the left. For those who knew about the incident with the Descendants, how she'd walked away from that moment on the ship with her left arm broken and bleeding out where it'd bitten her...she no longer wears a splint and padded cast. There's no visible sling. It's almost as though none of that had ever happened.

An injury as deep as that, bones needed time to mend. They needed a full two months. It's been less than that.

It shows that she's trying to think of how to word what she wants to say next, without giving anything away. ]

I'm interested in writing about abilities. [ Here she looks up, looks directly into the TAB camera. ] I'm interested in learning about them.

If you're comfortable with discussing this, that's great. I'm available for one-on-one meetings, if you would prefer, or you can reach me privately through the messaging system.

Also, if you're interested in learning more about the stories I've done, I won't mind sharing. Ask me anything you'd like.



[ Except you, Flynn. ]

Comments

[tearsinajar]

Sounds kind of like a writer's block. Has it ever gone away? I'm guessing it has... How did you get it back?

[otiosity]

It's gone right now actually. And has been weak ever since I arrived. It's... miserable in the first place, like having a cold all the time. And now well, lets say if it doesn't come back I'll have to start drinking.

Drinking more.

[tearsinajar]

Is that why you're sniffling all the time? Are you really allergic to cats, Hawke?

You know...

[ She shakes her head and doesn't continue. ]

[otiosity]

Well the lack of magic mostly just makes me tired, so tragically yes. Cats and ragweed. Even beautiful and charismatic people need flaws I suppose. Or else it wouldn't be fair to the rest of you.

[tearsinajar]

Is the magic what gives you energy? I thought having a connection to something would be tiring to maintain. And that's too bad, I think Tenzin liked sleeping on your chest.

[otiosity]

We're all born from the Fade so it's a part of all of us. Even non mages dream there. They just don't have any memory or power to shape the Fade or the elements in the waking world.

[A shrug and then she wrinkles her nose.]

I think he liked trying to sleep on my face even more. And thought the sneezing fits were funny. Little bugger.

[tearsinajar]

How do you mean you're born from the Fade? And why do you say non-mages can dream there? Is it almost like...another reality..?

He probably did, but it just means he likes you.