[Event]

[weavethebonds]

Susan is finally awake, and in her hospital bed. Sort of. Because most of her is actually lifted off the bed, considering both her legs are in casts and in large sling, as is her left arm.

She does look incredibly depressed. A bit sleepy too, but that's probably because she's mashing the 'pain' button on her hospital clicker every fifteen seconds.

Comments

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"Because it hurts?"

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

So what do you want from me? And, you're not fucking with me here, right?

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"Well I dunno, if you whirl around and ask for my firstborn or something I'm gonna tell you to shove off. Otherwise probably not!"

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

I'll do it under one condition. When you get better, I get to cash in a ridiculous favor of something in the order of "Have your hair blonde for a week or two". If we're doing contracts.

::Tapping foot.::

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to need some kind of promise it won't be something insanely offensive to my soul."

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

Define insanely offensive to your soul.

[weavethebonds.livejournal.com]

"Making me dumb, making me wear some sort of harlot outfit, anything like that."

[thefifthmonarch.livejournal.com]

Blonde Hair for two weeks?

... And those clothes aren't that bad.