Magic Hangover

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Who: Molly
Where: Medical Facility Kitchen
When: Day 24
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete

Molly felt twitchy under her skin, and her headache was pretty much up there with her worst ever hangover, complete with accompanying nausea. Daana, her bones ached. Her hair hurt. She sipped at her orange juice and pushed her eggs around the plate. As often as she nagged Tara to eat after a big magic expenditure, she was finding it hard to follow the same advice. In fact she was paler than usual under her freckles. She hadn't even attempted to put her mop of curls to any kind of rights, making it truly look like a brillo pad gone horribly wrong.

She was here, in a corner, managing to stay mostly out of sight without expending magic. She had heard the meeting, so she had attended. It exacerbated her headache. She was smart enough to know she was in no condition to hunt. She was in no condition to be upright.

She saw Jon earlier, in the group plotting and planning. But she had hidden from him. She was curious and hopeful that the age reversal had righted itself, and terrified that it hadn't. Talk about the kiss of death. Never again. Relationships only ever ended in disaster for her.

She managed to down a little more orange juice and wondered if vitamins would be easier to take than real food right now, if they had any.

Oh goddess bright... Sawyer was here. She pushed her plate aside and just sank her head into her arms, her forehead against the cool table.

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[Molly]

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Molly dragged herself fully upright. “It’s mostly the magic hangover talking. When everything hurts, nothing looks positive.”

And facing up to your own stupidity and selfish whiny nature didn’t do much for the psyche either. She had needed that slap upside the head.

How did she unwind? “Dancing, swimming, watching the races, shopping, just sitting in a meadow with the sun and nature all around me…”

Chris came in and mentioned a celebration. She scooted over a bit to give him room, as she was still working up the effort to go back to bed.

Molly looked at him. “That reminds me, spread word to everyone but Claire… two days, baby shower/welcome Aaron party. How’s that for a celebration?”

[Chloe]

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"Sounds perfect!" Then she frowned. "Of course, I'm not sure what I'll give Claire or the little bugger. As far as I know, the island is severely lacking in gift shops."

The she grinned and shrugged. "But I'll think of something."