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. . . Hello? Um. Is this . . . Is this the right number? This is Mayfield Elementary . . . ?
I'd, um. I'd like to call in sick. Lucas . . . Last name? Ushiromiya. . . . . . . . . There isn't any -- A-Ah. Lucas . . . Lucas Fawlin . . . Grade 7. No, I just haven't been feeling well . . . Ah. Mostly fever . . . . . . . . A hundred and um. Three or four. U-Up my . . . No. No. My mouth . . . A few days. No. I haven't seen the nurse . . . Um. Not yet . . . My parents . . . ? They're not home. And I . . . I don't want to bother them . . . I don't know. I . . . I really don't think I can. I don't . . . But I -- I know, but. It's just . . . I'm really not . . .
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O-OK. OK. I'll try . . . I'm sorry for the trouble . . .
[Ten minutes after this call is made, an unsteady figure walks out the steps of 846 Goldberg, his face flushed and his eyes glossy. Twenty minutes after that, the boy slowly begins to kneel to the sidewalk somewhere on the route to school, but fails to make it all the way before collapsing forward. He does not get back up.]
((Feel free to make responses to the phone call or anytime that Lucas is spotted on the street, either after he faints or before.
EDIT: For continuity's sake, I'm going to refer to Margot as finding Lucas first if I make any reference to this simply because she had the first thread. I wasn't expecting so many replies; thanks everyone! He'll still remember everyone's kindness to him, though.))
. . . Hello? Um. Is this . . . Is this the right number? This is Mayfield Elementary . . . ?
I'd, um. I'd like to call in sick. Lucas . . . Last name? Ushiromiya. . . . . . . . . There isn't any -- A-Ah. Lucas . . . Lucas Fawlin . . . Grade 7. No, I just haven't been feeling well . . . Ah. Mostly fever . . . . . . . . A hundred and um. Three or four. U-Up my . . . No. No. My mouth . . . A few days. No. I haven't seen the nurse . . . Um. Not yet . . . My parents . . . ? They're not home. And I . . . I don't want to bother them . . . I don't know. I . . . I really don't think I can. I don't . . . But I -- I know, but. It's just . . . I'm really not . . .
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O-OK. OK. I'll try . . . I'm sorry for the trouble . . .
[Ten minutes after this call is made, an unsteady figure walks out the steps of 846 Goldberg, his face flushed and his eyes glossy. Twenty minutes after that, the boy slowly begins to kneel to the sidewalk somewhere on the route to school, but fails to make it all the way before collapsing forward. He does not get back up.]
((Feel free to make responses to the phone call or anytime that Lucas is spotted on the street, either after he faints or before.
EDIT: For continuity's sake, I'm going to refer to Margot as finding Lucas first if I make any reference to this simply because she had the first thread. I wasn't expecting so many replies; thanks everyone! He'll still remember everyone's kindness to him, though.))
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Date: 2010-05-24 03:49 am (UTC)[His eyes are fully opened now. But the pupils are massive and he's staring into space.]
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Date: 2010-05-24 03:54 am (UTC)She'll gently try to pull him up, slinging one of his arms across her shoulders, grabbing his waist with the other. Margot herself is tiny, so this probably won't be easy.]
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Date: 2010-05-24 03:59 am (UTC)We can't wait for the fever to break. There's no time. If we don't find Duster and the egg . . .
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Date: 2010-05-24 04:21 am (UTC)[And she'll be heading off toward her house, unsure of where he lives.]
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Date: 2010-05-24 04:30 am (UTC). . . . .
Miss Margot?
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Date: 2010-05-24 05:30 am (UTC)You don't have to call me miss. It's weird. Lemme go get you some water.
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Date: 2010-05-24 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-25 04:47 am (UTC)Drink this. Your body's going to need it.
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Date: 2010-05-26 01:09 am (UTC). . . I'm so hot . . . Can I have more?
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Date: 2010-05-26 01:39 am (UTC)[She'll refill the glass, this time bringing with her a pitcher and a damp washcloth.]
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Date: 2010-05-26 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 01:45 am (UTC)Lucas, what..?
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Date: 2010-05-26 01:58 am (UTC)[As Margot touches his forehead, the PSI is fully realized and bursts forth from his body in a massive wave of purplish energy. Refresh will probably leave her and everyone else in the house feeling . . . refreshed for the next few hours.]
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:01 am (UTC)Of course, that isn't going to stop her from staring wide-eyed at the kid next to her.]
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:07 am (UTC)[Lucas seems to have made an incredible recovery as he smiles and maneuvers to a sitting position on the couch. There is the faintest hint of an embarrassed smile on his face.]
I-I guess you'd like an explanation . . . ? And, well -- I have to ask you how you feel. I'm not exactly sure what I just did.
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:08 am (UTC)What did you do?!
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:20 am (UTC)[Lucas feels pretty great, too.]
It doesn't seem to be the same as Lifeup, I don't think, so I'll call it Refresh.
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:23 am (UTC)How often do you use your powers? I mean, if someone from my world doesn't use their magic, it builds up until they explode. Sometimes literally.
And, what -- that's just a new spell or something? You just got sick and made a new spell?
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:26 am (UTC)Um. That. I guess that's right. I'm sorry to worry you.
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Date: 2010-05-26 02:28 am (UTC)Look, I'm just glad you're okay, Lucas. You had me fucking worried for a second there.
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Date: 2010-05-26 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-26 03:12 am (UTC)[Smile. Return hug. <3]
I want to make it up to you anyway. Do you, um. Like malts?
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Date: 2010-05-26 03:14 am (UTC)[Awkward sort of hair ruffle.]
Er... Yeah. You really don't have to make it up to me, though.
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Date: 2010-05-26 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
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