89,26 - It was all just a horrible dream

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I still want to have a party. The pool is heated, might be fun. Or maybe decorate gingerbread cookies or something. Anyway it’s coming, whenever I’m feeling better. I’m open to suggestions.

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[ When Steph first wakes up her thought process goes a little like this:

What a horrible nightmare. Better stay awake until I’m sure it’s gone.
It was so vivid. I can almost feel where she stabbed me. I feel kinda nauseous.
Huh, this looks like the infirmary.
Oh. This is the infirmary.
Holy crap I died.

She flails wildly in an attempt to roll out of bed and get her bearings before quickly realizing that moving is a horrible idea. ]

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[Steph sits in the infirmary for several days, sleeping and eating jell-o and occassionally reading. She feels awful, but she likes to think she’s making the best of it by catching up on some classics. Agatha Christie is someone’s idea of a classic, right? ]

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick drops by sooner rather than later, because he knows how shitty it is to death toll even if he's probably never going to stop playing his cards close to the vest on the whole subject of he had died here before. He comes baring a tray from the mess hall with mashed potatoes and two mugs of hot chocolate, because this is Comfort Food.]

How are you feeling?

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[ichoosefight]

[ Steph perks right up when she sees the potatoes, even though she winces as she gets up. Her whole body hurts. ]

Better now. Those look fresh.

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[batmanschmatman]

And the best news is I had no part in the making of them, so they're probably edible. [He sets the tray down so she can help herself and helps himself to the other mug of hot chocolate before sitting down in a chair next to her bed.]

So, am I allowed to ask who I have to beat up?

[It was an out if she didn't want to talk about it, because he definitely, definitely got that. But if she needed someone to talk it out with, he was happy to listen.]

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[hellofist]

[The good thing about being able to read people? Knowing when they might start swinging their body parts all over the place, for one thing. Cass is able to dodge and block Stephanie's arms and at one point, her foot, but really she's just glad her best friend is moving again.]

Stop that. You'll... rehurt yourself.

[And brace yourself for giant bearhugs, Steph. You're gonna get one.]

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[an_abomination]

[Unlike Cass, Kon's not nearly as adept at reading body language without his fancy t.t.k. So when Steph suddenly sits up with a start, Kon yelps in surprise.]

S-Steph! You're awake!

[Kon has seen better days by far. His hair is a mess and his eyes are blood shot red from a combination of not sleeping and fighting off tears. This time around he lets the tears flow because he's so happy to see her awake and alive. Kon would join in on the hugging action but he's thinking a group hug might be too much for her at this point.]

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[ichoosefight]

Cass? Kon? I- [ She has to try to adjust very quickly knowing that she's not alone. It's not particularly helpful to panic about one's own death and then immediately after try to convince someone she's okay. ]

I feel sick. [ Nope, not okay. ]

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[looksfine]

[Aya does not bother to wait for her shift before coming to visit Stephanie in the infirmary. She was concerned, but understood the concept of Death Toll well enough to know the older girl would be okay. Once the symptoms cleared.]

For what occasion did you wish to host this party of yours?

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[ichoosefight]

[ Steph has to wedge herself into a sitting position against the wall. Her ribs hurt more than anything else but it's making her queasy as well. ]

The occasion of people needing some good memories. Or maybe just me needing them. Either way, I want to have some fun before the next disaster strikes.

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[looksfine]

I see.

[Aya takes note of the unpleasant look on Steph's face.]

Do you require assistance? Perhaps you should not be sitting in that position if it causes you pain.

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[fuckingvisions]

You're not feelin' well, lass?

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[ichoosefight]

I'll be okay in a few days. Until then I'm in the infirmary if you need anything.

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[fuckingvisions]

Which to me says, I'll see you tomorrow. I can't just not come see you. Well I could but I am not going to.

[silvestris]

[Selina can't get down to see Bruce again. That and she spent the entire week personifying a blue caterpillar....

So she goes to the infirmary to see who has been injured, and to see if she can swipe anything useful.]

...Stephanie, right?

[ichoosefight]

Just Steph is fine. [ She waves a little pathetically. She seriously hates the whole bedridden thing. ]

Got ideas for the party?

[silvestris]

One or two. The pool sounds like something we could all enjoy. [Selina hates water, actually, but she'll lounge around the poolside with Bruce, who will undoubtedly refuse to swim, too.]

So uh, [nodding at Steph and her bedridden self] what happened?

[sharpememory]

I'll be up for that. That port was the worst.

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[ichoosefight]

You too? At least it sounds like a few people had a good time. Lucky them.

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[sharpememory]

Yeah, I never seem to have any luck with ports or floods. Go figure.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara's there as soon as she can be. She brought cookies - the kind Alfred taught her to make - and a little something special inside the tin on her lap.]

Steph?

[Her voice is soft as she wheels over, and a bit strained. Maybe she should have waited - she's never had to deal with someone coming back from the dead but she just couldn't.]

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[ichoosefight]

Heya. [ After her initial freakout Steph is doing a much better job of putting on a cheery face for everyone else. She's fairly certain she isn't going to keel over any time soon, but she knows how hard that can be for outside parties to believe. She scootches her way up the wall into a half-sitting position that doesn't make her too nauseous. ]

What's in the box?

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara gives her a critical once-over, even as she smiles. She looks - well, better than she could, all told.]

Cookies, mostly. Whenever you can eat them. And something to keep you company.

[She hands Steph the tin. If she opens it, she'll find a little Spoiler doll, nestled beside the stacks of oatmeal cranberry.

It had come with Barbara, like all the rest, when she arrived on the Barge. She'd started making it after the Joker escaped; it had been pretty clear, by then, that Spoiler was becoming part of their makeshift family, even if certain people wouldn't admit it.

She'd only just finished, before the Admiral's offer. Fitting, maybe.]

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[hungryanhorny]

[Faith knocks on the wall to announce herself, watching Steph.]

Heard something about a party. Figured I'd come check it out.

[Her worry about Steph can go unspoken.]

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[ichoosefight]

[ Steph offers a lopsided smile that says she knows it looks bad, and she's glad to have company. ]

No partying until I'm better. I can't exactly go to the pool like this. [ Or anywhere, really, for at least another day or two. ]

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[deadliestviper]

[B's conscience has been nagging her ever since she returned from her little warpath. Wonderland gave her a headache like she hasn't had since she was shot, scared her – the place's strangeness seemed to seep into her mind like a drug, kicking her paranoia into overdrive. And it had gotten the better of her. The last time she had killed so recklessly she was fifteen fucking years old, stupid and juvenile. It was a mistake she shouldn't have made, and she remembers the port about as accurately as a dream. But whoever it was must have death tolled, so when her guilt finally rankles too much she makes her way to the infirmary.

As soon as she sees Steph the whole senseless memory comes flooding back to her and she blanches. Of all the people on the ship, of everyone to kill, it had to be her? How could she even begin to apologize for this? Steph must be out for her blood, and Kon is never going to forgive her.

At least there's something she can say to break the ice. Agatha Christie is a classic for everybody.]

Have you read that one before? All my guesses who did it were wrong.

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[ichoosefight]

[ Steph eyes Bea more curiously than suspiciously when she looks up from her book. She wasn't lying, she really isn't sure how much she remembers and how much was a hallucination. But the longer she thinks about it the more certain she is that it really was Bea, not just someone who looked like her. She closes the book with her finger still on the page and looks down at the cover. "Death in the Clouds". ]

I stopped trying to guess. We don't get all the facts anyway and it just makes me feel bad about my detective skills. [ Which aren't great, but they aren't horrible either. Mystery books are just designed to be frustrating like that. ]