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[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

They are lovely dreams, and once they start, when she feels herself settle back down into her body, they are continuous. This latest involves swimming in the Caribbean Sea, her hair drifting out behind her. She doesn't have to hold her breath or wear special equipment -- it's like being a mermaid without the tail. (Not having to worry about burning makes the experience all the better -- she's always been so pale, it was always a chore to be out in the sun for any reason.)

When she's done, she rises up through the water. She breaks through the surface; the air tastes divine.

In the Milliways infirmary, Satine sighs and shifts in her bed. For the first time in three days, she opens her eyes. Christian isn't there (which doesn't upset her), but someone else is. She rolls her head over the pillow to see who it is.

[[Again, slowtime necessary right now, but tags will be picked up around 6 Central.]]

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[viceriddengnome.livejournal.com]

She may be surprised to see a certain vice ridden gnome, in regular clothes, sitting next to her bed.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

She blinks slowly, before a smile begins playing on her lips. "Toulouse?"

[viceriddengnome.livejournal.com]

Toulouse has been known to be hyperactive. But not today. His smile is gentle, calm, serene.

"Yes, Satine," he replies. "A young man by the name of Lincoln told me who had been placed in the infirmary."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Lincoln? I don't know him... I'm glad he did, though." She furrows her brow. "How long have you been in the Bar?"

[viceriddengnome.livejournal.com]

"Two days. It's simply a magnificent place--even more magnificent now that your life has been spared."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"It is wonderful..." She frowns outright now. "You saw me die, then... how? You weren't here..."

[viceriddengnome.livejournal.com]

Toulouse frowns. "Don't worry about that, now. You are recovering..."

[mercurialist]

"So when do I get my jacket back?"

The tone's gently teasing. Mercer, straddling the back of a folding chair, drums his fingers along the metal as he cups his chin in his other hand; he smiles at Satine then, letting his hand fall.

"Or should I just give up and write it off as a gift?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

It's somewhat strange, seeing him in this context. For a moment, Satine's not entirely she sure's awake.

She smiles. "I don't know where it went. I'm sorry." Her voice is soft, but not weak -- not anymore.

[mercurialist]

He laughs. "No problem. A write-off it is, then."

Weaving his fingers together atop the chair back, he hooks his chin over them and continues, "Good to see you made it back safe. That was one long fucking trip you got yourself into."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine grins. "Just as well. I love getting presents. I get them all the time back home."

None so great as what Mercer gave -- or aided in giving -- but still, it's something to say.

She pushes herself upright. "Is there, by any chance, a glass of water nearby...?"

[mercurialist]

There might not have been a second ago, but Mercer raises a finger, seems to blur at the edges as a gust of air skims her bed, and is passing a filled cup to her an instant later.

Show-off.

(Granted, it's tap water in a glass stolen from the infirmary supply cabinet, but still.)

"There is now."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

...definitely impressive. Satine takes the glass and drains it first. (It lets her ignore the IV in her left arm, which she has only just now noticed and wishes could come out already.)

"Mmm. Oh, I was so thirsty. Thank you." She looks back at Mercer. "Have I been out long?"

What she wants to say is gone, despite knowing perfectly well there's been a Satine at Milliways the whole time. But that's true and not true, as things at the end of the universe tend to be.

[song_tra_bong]

Since she can't see Jack showing up any time soon, Mary Anne figured she'd pay a visit.

She's standing next to the bed, smiling slightly.

"Hey, there. Good to have you back."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine sees hands first, which she follows up to a familiar face. Her own smile is wide. "Ah. It's good to be back."

The relief might start spilling out of her if she's not careful.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne takes a chair from beside one of the empty beds and drags it over.

"How're you feeling?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

The sound she makes is recognizably a laugh and not a cough. "Quite continental, as they say in Paris." She shifts under the sheets, and pauses.

"I'd feel better if I wasn't wearing this dress, though. At least they took the jewelry off." The dress has seen better days: by now it's been slept in, among other things, for three or four days when it wasn't meant to last longer than curtail call.

[song_tra_bong]

She eyes the dress. "That can't be comfortable...Want me see if I can't scrounge up something else?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"Compared to others I've worn? This one's like a dream. The corset's hardly there." She pauses. "I don't think I would mind a change of clothes, though." It kind of smells, to be honest. It's probably ruined, too -- pity, she did like that one.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Quietly, a tall, dark figure stalks into the Infirmary and stops by Satine's bed. She seems to have fallen asleep. Jack remains over her bed for a few moments, his hand lifting and stopping over her hair. He can't make up his mind whether he wants to touch her or not.

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

She wakes with a start, as though plunged back into an old memory. (Lying in bed, comfortable, the smell of him nearby--)

When her eyes settle on Jack, her eyes widen for a moment, but very soon she begins to smile. "Hello..."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Christ..." He quickly moves his hand to the back of his neck and scratches it nervously. "Hi."

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

She watches him. "Thank you for coming to see me. How are you?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He doesn't look at her directly. The wall's kind of interesting.

"Okay...y-you feeling any better?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

"I'm not dying anymore. It's a vast improvement."

That should not be taken sarcastically. Satine means to say what she intends now.