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[inquisitivehero]

Jadis rests in one of the Infirmary beds, a large one that fits her body with room to spare. Nearby a Monitor hums quietly, giving off occasional beeps. A chair sits next to her bed, unoccupied at the moment, though it is sized to hold even the largest of beings. A small table sits next to the bed, set into the ground, and a cup of water rests on that table.

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[last_adam]

[ooc: from here]

*Adam may have let Lucy come along, but he certainly wasn't going to let her go first. And so it's his head that peeks first into the infirmary, taking a look around for Jadis. He doesn't know her, but he's certain he can't miss her.*

[whitest_witch]

Well, she's seven feet tall, and white skinned. Not just pale, but white - even the crisp white sheets she's lying on are darker than her skin. She's staring at the ceiling, and seems to be whispering something to herself, but nothing is audible.

[called_lioness]

Lucy would say that she was not going to let Adam come alone, but the effect is the same.

"I don't think you need me to point her out," softly.

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill glances in the Infirmary, Caspian close behind her. When she sees the White Witch, she slowly approaches the bed and sits in the chair. She breathes in deeply as she notices the white skin. Despite all of the stories the children shared, never had she expected to come face to face with Jadis, the White Witch. She waits for Jadis to notice her before speaking.

[the_seafarer]

Caspian remains standing, leaning up against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his sword at his hip, and observes the giant woman silently.

(always winter)

They said she had giantish blood in her. It seemed obvious, now, even while she is so thin and broken--she still takes up more room, more space, attracts more attention than is humanly possible.

She's....magnetic, in a way.

[whitest_witch]

The witch eyes her two latest visitors suspiciously.

"I don't know you, either. If I didn't know better, I would start to believe this place was real."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

[whitest_witch]

Jadis nods in a friendly enough fashion. Her eys light on the paper, and one eyebrow quirks.

"Is that yours?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

A shy nod. Carefully, she reaches down and lifts it from the floor.

"there was fire for you?"

[the_lioness]

*Mid-morning, Alanna slowly enters the infirmary and bites her lip as she looks around. Her eyes fall on Rachel's bed for a moment, and she sighs at the immediate surge of protectiveness. It's quickly replaced by a surge of temper when she sees the woman who can only be Jadis.

Thoughts of Roger in her head and anger flashing in her eyes, she swallows and sits down in the large chair.

(Not that I can misbehave, since my Gift stayed behind when I came back to the living.)

Adam had reassured her that Jadis is not an immediate threat.

(Don't you want to assure yourself my fangs are drawn?)

Still, she can not forget that many people had said the same about Roger.*

[whitest_witch]

The witch turns her attention away fro the mysteriesof technology and onto her latest visitor. She scrutinises her in silence for a moment.

"You're no Daughter of Eve, with eyes like that."

[the_lioness]

*Feeling ridiculously small under hr gaze, Alanna stands once more, hands clasped behind her back.*

No, I am not. I am a Daughter of the Great Mother Goddess, she who is Maiden, Mother and Hag. Mother of mountains, waters and mares, Goddess of women and sister-consort of Mithros.

I do not think her name has ever been 'Eve.'

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin comes in and heads for the little lab area at the back of the room. He's deep in thought, but would stop if anyone spoke to him.

[whitest_witch]

A bored voice comes from the big bed. "You look as if you know your way around this place. Could you tell me how I am to go about finding something to eat?"

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

He turns to her with a smile.

"If you're allowed to get up, the Bar can give you any food you need. If not, I can fetch you something."

[slayer_fray]

Mel moves silently even in booted feet as she moves towards Rachel's bed, and peeps in, not wanting to waken her newest sister.

She's silent, but not hiding. The shock of blue and purple hair, and the large axe-like scythe on her back are fairly noticeable, if one were looking it that direction.

There's a faint, private smile on her face as she turns from the sleeping telepath and makes to move towards the door.

[whitest_witch]

Jadis looks across, and her eyes widen a little at the scythe. There are a lot of warriors here, it would seem.

"Hello." Her voice is sfot, almost shy.

[slayer_fray]

Mel stops in her tracks, turns towards the voice, and nods at the woman, the private smile widening into a much more public one.

"Hi."

[inquisitivehero]

Hank McCoy comes around on Rounds.

"Good morning, Jadis. How are you feeling, today?"

He stands there, glancing at her monitor and nods.

[whitest_witch]

She smiles at him, wanly. "Better in body but not in spirit, is that the saying? I'm feeling much stronger, but. . . Is there anything that will stop me dreaming?"

[inquisitivehero]

"There are medicines that would accomplish that, short term, but truthfully, they are not good to be taken for more than a night. A case of the cure being worse than the disease so to speak. The body, both human and otherwise needs dreams. If it doesnt get them, it starts acting wierd."

He smiles wanly.

"The only real way I know to get rids of bad dreams is through talking to someone and working out their cause."

[(Anonymous)]

He was warned by Lucy to not come here alone, to be wary of this entity. When he was in the Infirmary the other night, he was distracted by finding Draco there, but he'd been able to take her measure.

He could feel the darkness within her, the potential power, and he would indeed be wary. But she was also ill and weak. It would hurt nothing to speak with her. He'd learned his lesson from Blodwen though; he would not taunt, nor challenge Jadis.

His mental walls firmly in place, he approaches her bedside. He does not sit down in the chair.

"Madame, have you time for a visitation?"

[young_tmriddle]

He was warned by Lucy to not come here alone, to be wary of this entity. When he was in the Infirmary the other night, he was distracted by finding Draco there, but he'd been able to take her measure.

He could feel the darkness within her, the potential power, and he would indeed be wary. But she was also ill and weak. It would hurt nothing to speak with her. He'd learned his lesson from Blodwen though; he would not taunt, nor challenge Jadis.

His mental walls firmly in place, he approaches her bedside. He does not sit down in the chair.

"Madame, have you time for a visitation?"

[whitest_witch]

(OOC: and I'm going to make this interesting. . . *grin*)

Jadis is curled up in a knot, tangled in the sheets. At his voice she starts, looks up, and throws a hand towards him. Her eyes are blank, panicked. As she does so, she hisses something that the Bar does not see fit to translate. It is sibilant and gutteral at the same time, and echoes strangely.

A knot of. . .something hits Tom square in the chest, and for a brief moment all of the molecules making up his body seem to quiver. The feeling is gone almost instantly, leaving behind only a faint sense of unease.

Jadis' eyes widen further, and she gasps. She scrambles backwards until she is pressed against the wall.

(OOC: hope that works for you.)

[young_tmriddle]

His eyes widen in surprise, but that is all the reaction he allows to show. The spell - or whatever it was - resounds throughout his body. The leftover unease is buried far down within him.

Tom takes his wand out and holds it, ready to use it if he must. The way Jadis is arranged on the bed - Temple and Arch, he thinks, she's much larger than I imagined. - he doubts that will be a problem. He's ready for it, if it is.

He makes a small bow. "Pardon me for startling you, madame. Would you be Jadis?"

OOC: Interesting indeed!