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Morning - Goldberg Street
[Good morning, happy citizens of Mayfield. As you're going about your business, you might notice the daughter of that lovely couple of 845 sitting on the front step outside, doubled over, clutching her stomach, and making some truly alarming noises as she tries to force herself to vomit back up what she just drank out of a milk bottle.
Even if you don't notice that, of course, you might overhear Isara's panic attack coming and passing at speed outside your window as she races - late for the second time - to school.]
Afternoon - School
[Isara still looks quite peaky throughout the day - slow to move between classes, head down at her desk, occasionally displaying remarkably feats of clumsiness as she trips and falls in the hallway, losing some book or another.
Assistance would be appreciated. Harrasment is expected.]
Evening - Neutron Diner
[Isara has claimed an entire table to herself, here, with the help of one milkshake that she hasn't touched in ten minutes.
An open sewing kit sits on the table, along with a very large roll of beige fabric. A slightly smaller roll of pink sits on top of it. And Isara is sewing, neat, tidy, precise little stitches on a length of the beige. The edging on her new shawl is about halfway completed. Embroidering the designs will come next. And then, and then she can start focusing on more important matters. Construction. Plots. Escape.
But if she can't be Isara the corporal, at the least she can be Isara the Darcsen.
It costs homework time, but Isara will be busily at work here until the diner closes.]
[Good morning, happy citizens of Mayfield. As you're going about your business, you might notice the daughter of that lovely couple of 845 sitting on the front step outside, doubled over, clutching her stomach, and making some truly alarming noises as she tries to force herself to vomit back up what she just drank out of a milk bottle.
Even if you don't notice that, of course, you might overhear Isara's panic attack coming and passing at speed outside your window as she races - late for the second time - to school.]
Afternoon - School
[Isara still looks quite peaky throughout the day - slow to move between classes, head down at her desk, occasionally displaying remarkably feats of clumsiness as she trips and falls in the hallway, losing some book or another.
Assistance would be appreciated. Harrasment is expected.]
Evening - Neutron Diner
[Isara has claimed an entire table to herself, here, with the help of one milkshake that she hasn't touched in ten minutes.
An open sewing kit sits on the table, along with a very large roll of beige fabric. A slightly smaller roll of pink sits on top of it. And Isara is sewing, neat, tidy, precise little stitches on a length of the beige. The edging on her new shawl is about halfway completed. Embroidering the designs will come next. And then, and then she can start focusing on more important matters. Construction. Plots. Escape.
But if she can't be Isara the corporal, at the least she can be Isara the Darcsen.
It costs homework time, but Isara will be busily at work here until the diner closes.]
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