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Thirty Sixth PSI
Jun. 2nd, 2011 10:49 pm[While his absence, no doubt, has gone largely unnoticed through the past week, it's possible that there have been a few who have been wondering where the plaintive cries of Love, Peace, and Trust had gone. Luckily, others had taken up the slack where Lucas had been unable.
Rewind time to last Friday. Or last Thursday, actually.
It is 11:45 at night and Lucas is staying up late trying to figure out if the P in PEMDAS stands for parentheses or petunias, both of which make equal sense to him since he can't remember what PEMDAS is used for it sounds vaguely like a geometrical flower arrangement. It is 11:50 and he's now reading what must be Ancient Lebanese why were there triangles in the middle of his letters and what was this about rise over run who was running from what? It is 11:53 and Lucas sighs and closes his textbook and reaches for his empty chocolate wrappers.
...Hold on. That was supposed to be chocolate bars. ...But this wouldn't do at all. He has more homework left and he can barely get it done with the chocolate how is he supposed to manage with just thinking? ...Well. The store is only 6 or 7 minutes away if he hurries on his table. So it is 11:57 and Lucas is scrambling onto his walking table and riding as quickly as he can so he can be done with all of this by 1 in the morning, hopefully.
......
And then it is 12:25 and Lucas is on a stretcher on his way to the hospital because having your vehicle disappear out from under you when you're traveling at 30+ miles an hour is a very good way to get a concussion and a few broken ribs, all the more so when your healing powers disappear with it, too. He wonders if the fairy godmother would have turned the coach back into a pumpkin if Cinderella had still been in it, and then he realizes he's never actually heard that story before and so he goes back to sleep for the next two days. The three days after that are spent in a haze of asking to use the telephone and being told that he wasn't allowed to stress himself and to watch the television instead and then when he's finally released, he needs to spend a day in absolute horror recovering from the shock of picking up the receiver and listening to everyone talking about killing everyone else.
It's Thursday by the time he makes his call.]
.....Hi.
This is Lucas. Um. I'm sorry if I've worried anyone, but I've been in the hospital ... N-Not cause anyone tried to kill me. I didn't even get a letter. Because of something else. I know... I'm sure everyone's asking about their friends, but. I'm going to ask anyway. Mr. Netherlands? Kay? Crowe? Tavros? Everyone.... Are you OK? Can I do anything? As soon as this is over, I'll heal everyone. I promise.
And... everyone, just. Please stop. ... Please.
Rewind time to last Friday. Or last Thursday, actually.
It is 11:45 at night and Lucas is staying up late trying to figure out if the P in PEMDAS stands for parentheses or petunias, both of which make equal sense to him since he can't remember what PEMDAS is used for it sounds vaguely like a geometrical flower arrangement. It is 11:50 and he's now reading what must be Ancient Lebanese why were there triangles in the middle of his letters and what was this about rise over run who was running from what? It is 11:53 and Lucas sighs and closes his textbook and reaches for his empty chocolate wrappers.
...Hold on. That was supposed to be chocolate bars. ...But this wouldn't do at all. He has more homework left and he can barely get it done with the chocolate how is he supposed to manage with just thinking? ...Well. The store is only 6 or 7 minutes away if he hurries on his table. So it is 11:57 and Lucas is scrambling onto his walking table and riding as quickly as he can so he can be done with all of this by 1 in the morning, hopefully.
......
And then it is 12:25 and Lucas is on a stretcher on his way to the hospital because having your vehicle disappear out from under you when you're traveling at 30+ miles an hour is a very good way to get a concussion and a few broken ribs, all the more so when your healing powers disappear with it, too. He wonders if the fairy godmother would have turned the coach back into a pumpkin if Cinderella had still been in it, and then he realizes he's never actually heard that story before and so he goes back to sleep for the next two days. The three days after that are spent in a haze of asking to use the telephone and being told that he wasn't allowed to stress himself and to watch the television instead and then when he's finally released, he needs to spend a day in absolute horror recovering from the shock of picking up the receiver and listening to everyone talking about killing everyone else.
It's Thursday by the time he makes his call.]
.....Hi.
This is Lucas. Um. I'm sorry if I've worried anyone, but I've been in the hospital ... N-Not cause anyone tried to kill me. I didn't even get a letter. Because of something else. I know... I'm sure everyone's asking about their friends, but. I'm going to ask anyway. Mr. Netherlands? Kay? Crowe? Tavros? Everyone.... Are you OK? Can I do anything? As soon as this is over, I'll heal everyone. I promise.
And... everyone, just. Please stop. ... Please.
