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[confined_to_briah]

( Alexiel is glaring at her communicator, her eyes glowing malevolently. She is sitting at a bar and a number of empty (and large) cups are scattered in front of her. )

I don't feel anything. ( Drunk or otherwise. No, that's not true, actually. She's still pissed off and the alcohol only splashes against the barrier of her rage. Useless. )

Nothing can make this better. ( She shoves the cups off of the bar and stands up. As the glass shatters on impact, she stands up. Immediately, the room spins and she covers her mouth with her hand, coughing.

So she had been wrong. There is an effect. It's just not the one she wants. )

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[confined_to_briah]

( She wrinkles her nose and closes her eyes. )

That would make me throw up. ( And she is trying to avoid that like the plague. ) This weekend is difficult.

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[mortemscintilla]

Difficult. But not impossible to deal with.

[ In his twenty-odd years, he's already learnt that lesson. No matter how miserable you are, how bleak your prospects seem, how much you just want everything to stop -- the world carries on turning, an indifferent and irresistible current. Carrying you along with it. ]

[ It's your choice to either sink or swim. ]

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[confined_to_briah]

I never said it was impossible.

( She has dealt with far, far worse than this. Yet that doesn't make it anymore palatable. )

Has someone visited you?

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[mortemscintilla]

Impossible, in the City, is like trying to slam a revolving door.

[ Ironic, but true. The very concept of impossible is, in itself, an impossibility here. Except there's one catch. People come and go. You can't make anyone stay. ]

[ At her question, his expression shutters, the emotion impossible to decipher in that fleeting moment it's there, gone as quick as it comes. Then, ] I wouldn't call it much of a 'visit'. [ In fact, he got to see his little sister. It's just her departure he has mixed feelings about. ]