[Lisa's been telling herself, for approximately 41 hours and 22- now 23 minutes, that Junna needs rest. Needs to be taken care of. Needs someone watching over her that isn't extremely biased. Needs someone that won't weigh her down with their own problems. So she's kept her phone mostly off and been actively trying to keep busy on her own. Trying... not to think about things.
That's been really hard after the way her last two weeks have been.
Physically removing Junna from the Disturbance, even if she didn't end up doing it herself, took a big load off her mind. But it didn't take care of the other things. She still hasn't talked to Hibiki or Nikki since the things she did to them - or more accurately, the things they did to her, as outclassed as she was. The last memory she has with Jeannette is the girl diving into the depths after taking charge of Lisa's wish (and even leaving her a parting shot in the arm), not counting... whatever the hell that e-mail was. And Zeke... she really needs to apologize to, and thank, and maybe ask to intern with.
But she's going to go crazy if she doesn't at least talk to Junna soon.
For the fourth time today, restless, she goes back to her bedroom for her phone, standing from where she's mindlessly watching a nearly-silent TV in Karen's living room - presently another story about the Disturbance and what the Dreamer Union is doing to this nation; there's footage of Director Yoshino on the screen - in a comfortable, worn black T-shirt red plaid flannel pants, and fuzzy socks; her hair's loose behind her back, not having the social energy built back up to go out for it to matter. And for the fourth time, just clearing her door and seeing her phone, she freezes, before turning and going back to the couch, face sullen, eyes missing their usual spark beyond the bags that haven't quite faded, though mercifully the bruises didn't transfer from the Dream. Her hands go into her hair to scrub at her scalp in frustration. If she can't give Junna at least two days to recover from being freaking kidnapped and thrown into her literal nightmares for three weeks, she's seriously in trouble-
Ding dong.]
Who's here at this time of night...? Ah, coming-!
[She gets up, throwing on her house slippers for the last half a meter as she heads for the door. Maybe it's a package? It's kinda late for that, but mail does what it wants in Yumemigaoka, so it's not unusual. She doesn't bother to check the peephole, just opens the door-
and stares. Blinks in surprise. And raises one hand as if to touch her arm, make sure she's real, but doesn't quite get there, not wanting to be disappointed when she isn't, recoiling gently.]
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That's been really hard after the way her last two weeks have been.
Physically removing Junna from the Disturbance, even if she didn't end up doing it herself, took a big load off her mind. But it didn't take care of the other things. She still hasn't talked to Hibiki or Nikki since the things she did to them - or more accurately, the things they did to her, as outclassed as she was. The last memory she has with Jeannette is the girl diving into the depths after taking charge of Lisa's wish (and even leaving her a parting shot in the arm), not counting... whatever the hell that e-mail was. And Zeke... she really needs to apologize to, and thank, and maybe ask to intern with.
But she's going to go crazy if she doesn't at least talk to Junna soon.
For the fourth time today, restless, she goes back to her bedroom for her phone, standing from where she's mindlessly watching a nearly-silent TV in Karen's living room - presently another story about the Disturbance and what the Dreamer Union is doing to this nation; there's footage of Director Yoshino on the screen - in a comfortable, worn black T-shirt red plaid flannel pants, and fuzzy socks; her hair's loose behind her back, not having the social energy built back up to go out for it to matter. And for the fourth time, just clearing her door and seeing her phone, she freezes, before turning and going back to the couch, face sullen, eyes missing their usual spark beyond the bags that haven't quite faded, though mercifully the bruises didn't transfer from the Dream. Her hands go into her hair to scrub at her scalp in frustration. If she can't give Junna at least two days to recover from being freaking kidnapped and thrown into her literal nightmares for three weeks, she's seriously in trouble-
Ding dong.]
Who's here at this time of night...? Ah, coming-!
[She gets up, throwing on her house slippers for the last half a meter as she heads for the door. Maybe it's a package? It's kinda late for that, but mail does what it wants in Yumemigaoka, so it's not unusual. She doesn't bother to check the peephole, just opens the door-
and stares. Blinks in surprise. And raises one hand as if to touch her arm, make sure she's real, but doesn't quite get there, not wanting to be disappointed when she isn't, recoiling gently.]
J- [She swallows, tries again.] Junna...?