porcupineliz: (pleasant dreams)
It's morning on the third day of a four-day visit, and they seem to actually be still enjoying each other's company. For a miracle. Today they're supposed to go exploring one of the nearby neighborhoods, and Liz went to bed last night in happy anticipation.

... and can't seem to pull herself out of the guest bed this morning.

Maybe it's got something to do with the cough and headache she seems to have developed overnight.
porcupineliz: (hair up = getting work done)
Liz hadn't actually planned on coming back to Milliways this evening, at least not this early -- but she has happily taken the opportunity to get herself something more substantial for dinner than a sandwich. Accordingly, she's found herself a table and is currently demolishing a sourdough bread bowl full of beef-and-mushroom soup.

And, as long as she's here, she's keeping an eye out for Jordie. They did say, after last time, that they were going to try and make an effort to meet up again.
porcupineliz: (gray times)
The hurricane's passed, or dwindled down; hard to tell from here. But the combined spells of the magic-workers inside were enough to stabilize the walls and foundations, and the building stayed up through it.

Liz is exhausted beyond words, but she is not about to go collapse until she's seen with her own eyes that the man who went out to talk the storm down is okay.
porcupineliz: (candy colored swirls)
(index)

They've returned to the bar, split off again, gotten some rest. Or at least tried to. Liz is still feeling undefinably disquieted, as though something about that meeting with Gloria was left unfinished.

Right now she's sitting at the bar with a tall latte and a bagel. She's found Matt's note, and is debating how/whether to answer it.
porcupineliz: (not afraid of shadows)
(index!)

A reading of the sweater she got from Matt doesn't give her much, but there are definitely traces of a magic around it. Something artificially imposed, and ... she's pretty sure something outwardly imposed. It doesn't have Matt's feel to it at all.

Scrying is somewhat more useful: she gets a very brief blurred image of someone who's probably the caster -- older woman, graying hair, smiling earnestly -- and a much more definite sense of the caster's magic signature. And enough sense of the spell to make her skin crawl, even though as far as she can tell it was done with the most benevolent of intentions.



When she gets back to Milliways, she finds the note. There's no good way to say this, but I'm actually under a --

Oh.

Oh, shit.
porcupineliz: (distant focus)
Liz is the first to make her way out of the corridor to the security office. She isn't stumbling or swaying, but she is moving with a slow careful precision that suggests serious exhaustion.

Her head is high, and shifting from side to side as she scans the bar for one face in particular.
porcupineliz: (what we do)
Liz is standing at the bar, reading a brief note over and over.

Anyone wanting to talk to her may have to put in a little extra effort to get her attention.
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