mayfield_rpg | Twenty-First File.

[ Action: Mayfield High ]

[ Having her library back was not a walk in the park. Trying to quell her headaches in a way that she was used to was not helping manners any. Unfortunately, she has to attend her classes today to avoid being droned. Needless to say, she is not happy and it shows with how grumpy she seems to be.

To add on to her already soured mood, it seems like the drones want to pick a bone with her, too. ]

Neeerd! Hey, you're a nerd!

[ Diana merely sighs, shaking her head. Just walk away, self. Just walk away.

The drone decides to place his hand on her shoulder and backs her up to the lockers. This causes her books and other supplies to fall to the ground, which includes the blank book for her library. She knows she can't let that book fall into the wrong hands, but dammit - she is tired of being pushed around by the drones. ]

I'll only ask you once: Please leave me alone.

[ The drone laughs in her face and leans in close. ] Only if you promise to go out on a date with me.

[ Logic fail much? Seeing as she's not in the mood for this, she glares and shoves the drone away from her. And so, when she does, she instantly goes to pick up her supplies and moves on. The drone doesn't look so pleased, though, so he's chasing after her while shouting names at her. When it seems that she's lost the drone, she slides down one of the walls with her head in her hands. Why won't her head stop hurting already? It's not like she's actively looking up information as freely as she was before... ]

[ Action: Grocery Store ]

[ After school, Diana's in the pharmaceutical section to search for a powerful enough pain killer. She's reading the backs of boxes to try to figure out what would work, if only for temporary relief. ]

You'd think they'd make this clearer...

[ Phone | Filtered FROM Drones. Filtered TO Close CR. ]

...If anyone heard me screaming around a week ago, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a scene or worry. If... I can make it up, please let me know.

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Diana.

[See that look on his face, Diana? That's concern. You're getting all the concern right now as he waits for you to lead him somewhere or invite him in or tell him the problem or something]

[ With nothing more than a turn of her heel, she invites Roy to come to the living room as she sits down with a cup of tea in her hands. ]

What I'm about to tell you will not go any further, right?

[He follows her inside, closing the front door behind them and taking a seat]

A large number of our conversations seem to have that string attached. I think we've proven at this point that we can trust each other.

[ Diana nods and she leans over to take out a book -- her book before showing Roy that it's completely blank. She leaves it on the coffee table for him to look at for himself. ]

I have a library in my mind that will allow me to look anything and everything up at a whim. Let's say I wanted to look up German War Strategies just because. With a few simple keywords, I can read up about it and be able to know more. However, when I came to Mayfield, I had no way of accessing the library until recently.

Now, as you may expect, I'd be able to perform look ups whenever I wanted, right? Well, as it turns out, any book I touch in my library is completely transparent, which means I can't access anything at all.

[He takes the book in his hands and flips through it as she talks, trying to piece it together. It's different from anything he's heard of before - but for Mayfield, that's par for the course. Asking how it's possible is pointless - but asking how it works? That has merit]

I'm afraid I don't quite understand. When you say you have a library in your mind, do you mean everything about it is simply a mental process? Or is this physical book connected in some way, displaying the contents of your mind?

You're right on the second part. Simply put, I touched something I wasn't supposed to and now I have an infinitesimal void of everything that's in the world and then some.

I'm still not sure I completely understand. Are you saying that for whatever reason, Mayfield returned the library but not the ability to access it? Or that something new is hampering your ability to use it?

Something new is hampering my ability to use it. When I do my look ups now, all I receive is my hand going straight through the book in question and nothing appearing on the pages itself. So, for now, I have to suffer with the headaches that come along with it.

Hmm. Given the source, I take it traditional remedies don't help in the slightest? Or have you not tried anything so simple?

I've tried aspirin, ibuprofen, paracetamol, bath salt, tea -- everything. Nothing works.

Not surprising, given the source of the pain. But if it can cause a physical reaction like that... I wonder if a physical solution might be slightly more effective. Perhaps a temple massage?

I've tried that, as well. Unless if there was some sort of psychic way to reduce the headaches and pain, I'll have to live with it.

[ She hates to sound so defeatist, but when nothing has worked to relieve a pain like this, she can't help but be slightly in the dumps about it. ]

In that case, we simply need to find a psychic we can trust and move forward that way.

I'll see if my associate knows of anyone in the resistance that has the needed skills - after all, anyone in that group will have demonstrated a certain... affinity for helping others and getting around the obstacles put in our way.

All right, thank you.

[ Even if she seems slightly uncomfortable with the idea, Diana's really appreciative of his help. ]

...I'm glad we had this talk. Even my parents don't know about my abilities.

[He raises an eyebrow at that]

You're more than welcome, but I have to admit I'm surprised. You don't seem the type to keep that from people you trust.

It's not that I don't trust my parents, it's that I don't know how well they'd take to it that I have abilities I really shouldn't have.

Fair enough - and I've seen enough of the world to know that being someone's parent doesn't make you a level headed individual.

That said, of all people who might have an idea of how they'd take it, it's hard to believe you don't.

It's... one of those things. Maybe one day, I'll come out and tell them about my abilities.

[He's quiet for a moment, then nods]

It's okay. Sometimes, the hardest things to say can be to the people we care about most.

Truer words have never been spoken, Mr. Mustang.

[He smiles, but remembers all too soon the mess he's in with the person he cares about most and runs a hand through his hair]

Now that I've reminded myself of my own problems, I should probably figure out a way to deal with them. But before I go, is there anything you need, Diana?

[ Diana chuckles, shaking her head slightly. ]

Isn't it funny how conversations tend to make people do that? But, to answer your question - no, there isn't.

[Mustang nods then stands]

Then this is where I take my leave. If I find a trustworthy psychic, I'll send them your way.

And Diana - if you need something, don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you. I'll do something to pay you back.

[ At his next statement, she'll give him a nod and a smile. ]

I will.

Twenty-First File.

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