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 Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 3:35 pm
Lily's eyes widen when she sees Chana, and then she lowers her arm. She'd been a little worried about Chana while they were locked outside, she'd eventually heard of so many people- but not once about this girl. She can't even tell that she's changed right away due to the distance.
"I'm fine," she answers, walking toward Chana, "You're fine. I didn't see or hear about you when we were locked out." The closer she gets, the more she notices the change- though mostly just the slightly fuzzier look. Getting better at not staring, she only glances.
She tries to remember her name, but can't seem to recall it..
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 4:25 pm
Chana frowns slightly. She didn't really believe Lily's declaration that she was fine, but dropped the subject for the moment.
Of course, the other woman - what was her name? - would bring up that horrible experience of the past two months. Chana shrugged. "I only stumbled into Joliette's camp once in the whole time. Mostly I just wandered around getting lost." A brief and mostly accurate summary.
She smiles sheepishly. "Y'know...I know this is non sequitor and a bit rude, but I simply can't recall your name. I'm Chana, in case you forgot too."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:06 pm
"Well, I am glad to see you," Lily says in a slightly scratchy voice, knowing it's not exactly a happy subject, being kept from food and shelter. She smiles, trying to figure out the best way to apologize for how she was when they first met when Chana re-introduces herself.
"Oh! I'm Lily," she re-introduces herself as well, "I forgot your name too, Chana, don't worry." She emphasizes Chana's name in hopes it will help her remember it this time.
"I, er, want to apologize for the first time we met," she continues, biting her lip, "I didn't mean to be so.." she pauses, trying to think of a good word but not coming up with one, "Well, rude, I guess."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:12 pm
Lily. Okay. Not too hard to remember...this time. Chana reached for a pitcher of water on the table and poured a cup, pushing it towards Lily. That scratchy voice...the least she could do was drink.
"It's okay," she said, smiling. "We're both equally forgetful, so forget it. Or don't," she added, giggling.
"Apologize?" Chana was genuinely confused. She'd met Lily such a long time ago, she barely remembered the encounter in the face of all that had happened since. "I don't even know what you're apologizing for anymore," she told the other woman. Nor could she even guess, for she didn't see Lily as being the rude or hard-to-get-along-with type.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:22 pm
Lily takes a seat at the table across from Chana, murmuring a 'thank you' as she takes the water. It does make her feel better about forgetting Chana's name knowing her name was forgotten as well.
She smiles at Chana's 'forget-don't forget' comment, clearing her throat before taking a drink of water. How she hates being sick, especially when it's harder to be lazy about it and you have to take a walk to get a drink or something to eat.
"Oh, well, it's not bad not to remember," she says, setting the glass on the table, "I'm just not very good at small talk, I guess." She smiles. She doesn't remember everything that was said, but she knows that it didn't go very well- which is why she remembered she should apologize.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:26 pm
Chana shrugs. "Small talk is a luxury for people who dislike each other, but aren't stuck living with each other. I'm not sure if we can or can't afford that here."
Depressing statement. Chana frowned at her salad and crunched a few nuts. It really wasn't the same as the bark she'd eaten when the power was off...it lacked that fresh green taste...
Abruptly reminded of crazy Sir Deerboy, and how he described the taste of grass, Chana lost her appetite. Chewing the cud...shudder. She nudged her plate out of the way casually. She didn't want Lily to think there was anything wrong with the food or something...that would be mean.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:34 pm
Lily pauses, considering the statement.
"Or when you don't know what to say," she suggests, "But I guess you're right." She does find the statement quite depressing, if anyone finds out why she's here they may well 'dislike' her- and smalltalk is easier if you know you won't have to see people over and over again. She too frowns, but pushes it from her mind.
She takes another drink of water in an attempt to ward off any coughing, noticing the slight gesture Chana makes with her plate, instead of the effect Chana thought of it has the opposite. She glances toward the food thoughtfully..
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:39 pm
"Yeah...small talk is a conversation starter, that's for sure," Chana agrees, not noticing Lily's attention for her food. She does, however, notice that the other woman is...distracted by something. At least she's drinking now, and her voice sounds a bit better.
"Something on your mind?" she asks, keeping her tone lightly inquisitive and unintrusive.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:50 pm
"Hm?" Lily looks back from food to Chana, "Not really, I think I might go get some soup or something. Soup's good when you're sick, right?" She smiles.
While she had other things on her mind, that was the most prominant thing, thankfully. And it's much easier to talk about something naturally when you are thinking about it. Besides, she doesn't really think that she's being really obvious with her other thoughts and thinks nothing of deciding to get soup. She stands up.
"I think I will, I'll be right back."
She turns and heads to the counter for soup.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:55 pm
"Yeah...chicken soup's good for the soul, remember?" she commented. Okay...that didn't go so well. Apparently the subject was touchier than she'd thought. Or, Lily was just that oblivious. She'd seen that in kids too.
But Lily isn't a kid. She's an adult, Chana reminded herself and sighed. Things had seemed so much easier when she'd thought this was a camp.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:09 pm
Smiling from the comment, Lily goes and gets a tray to make it easier to carry her food. She makes a stop to get some chicken soup, another to get some orange juice and another for a spoon. It's so much nicer focussing on this, though she still feels the need to be careful about what she says.
She returns to the table with her tray, picking up the glass of water Chana had poured her and setting it beside her juice. She picks up her spoon and tests the soup, wondering if she would ever stop seeming suspicious to people in a normal setting. When they were locked out, everyone was more concerned about other things.
Maybe she's just thinking too much about it, which can only make it worse.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:22 pm
And the awkward silence reigns, Chana thought despairingly. The moment for finding out what was bothing Lily had passed, and if she tried now, she'd look stupid.
She stood up abruptly. "I think I'm done here," she told Lily. "Not that the conversation sucks--it's great, I just, well, um, I need to get ready for Purim."
It was a horrible excuse and Lily probably had no clue what she was talking about, but it was a real excuse. Purim was tomorrow night. And Lily had every intention of spending the night celebrating Esther's bravery and resourcefulness.
She dumped her salad and left the tray before making a hasty exit out of the cafeteria.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 6:30 pm
Lily looks up, surprised by Chana's sudden decision to depart and how she felt the need to tell her that it wasn't the terrible conversation but rather something.. Lily isn't sure she's heard of before.
"Alright," she says, "It was nice to see you again, Chana." She waves meekly, watching her dump her salad and make a hasty exit.
Is that going to happen everytime she runs into Chana?
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:15 pm
Late afternoon, the familiar noise of the jeep rumbles towards the village from the direction of the beach. Connected to the tail is a trailer with a large, metal cage, about 10'x10'x10'.
Whistling happily in the driver's seat is a familiar-to-some white-haired man dressed in covering, dark clothing.
The jeep pulls up to the northern edge of the village, and after fidgeting with the release mechanism for a few moments, the large cage drops heavily onto a bare patch of ground in the square, near a few of the benches that Anjali had added in.
Passed out on the metal bottom of the cage is Jamal.
Once the delivery has been left, the man wastes no time in getting back in the jeep and driving back towards the labs.
The cage is large and square. The metal bars are wide enough to be able to fit an arm through, but not much else. Much like most of the technology from the labs, there is no big, simple padlock on the cage. In fact, there doesn't appear to be any obvious sort of door at all.
If somone inspects it very closesly, it looks as if one of the four side walls is able to be removed, but through a complicated procedure that can't be conducted without heavy-duty equipment (more than the likes of anything the islanders have access to) and electronic passkeys.
There is no food or water in the cage. If Jamal wants it, he's going to have to learn to play nice with passerbyers.
Finally, on a sign attached to the front of the cage, in big bold letters is the words: "PLAY NICE"
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 9:26 pm
((If anyone sees him in the cage currently, he is still passed out. XD *has to go to bed and prolly can't RP for a bit because of school*))
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