[Feferi's voice is kind of shaky when she picks up the phone. There isn't any hint of the excitement it had just a few days ago, when she was bouncing around prom and feeling on top of the world. She takes a long, shaky breath, then a second, before she speaks.]

...to anyone who knows Sollux Captor, he's been droned. I don't think - well, it's been a couple of days. If someone's droned for a while, it usually means they aren't going to wake up, or at least, wake up with their memories. Right?

[Another sigh.]

I - I'm sorry. And I'm sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news so soon after one of the best nights I've ever had. That sounds awful and I know it, but I had to get it out there.

...I'll miss him. A lot.

A.) Mayfield High;
[Classes are done for the morning, time for lunch - hey, now. What are these signs? 'Prom'? What is this? Feferi's staring rather intently at them. It looks like it's a pretty big deal.]

Huh, is this like that Hive - Homecoming - thing was? That's a funny word for it.

B. after school; John Doe Park

[It's a nice day, so Feferi's sitting by the pond, as she's wont to do. She has a tablet that will look familiar to people who know technology from the mid-late 2000s. She has a game running that might also look familiar, though who's ever heard of 'Infuriated Flybeasts'?]

C. phone;

First things first - does anyone know if there's a way to get an Internet connection if you have a device that can use it? I doubt it, given the time period we're supposed to be in, but it'd be nice to at least check messages.

Second! There are signs up all over the school about this 'prom' thing. I guess it's like Homecoming was? A big party where you get dressed up and dance? That was reely fun! Though oh, carp, I think I'm going to need something to wear...

voice;

Are we all done with last week? The bucket jokes? Did we have to have one every five minutes? Also, to whoever it was that hung a picture of a naked lady across the front staircase? Yeah, I really didn't need to see that the afternoon after I had to explain the basics of how troll reproduction works to a friend of mine.

And no, I'm not explaining it over the phone. Go ask one of the grownups with grey skin and candy-corn horns. They can explain it better than I can.

...and just so everyone's clear, um. The encyclopedias in the school library explain how human babies get produced. Don't ask me to explain it either, just go look in the glubbing book! Glub.

Anyway. Eraser guy - we're cool, right? I mean, after I threw it back at you after it hit me.

...no one got hit too badly with anything, right?

[Who has failed her filters today, when she is normally very good about not doing this? If you guessed Feferi, you guessed correctly. She meant to filter this to her female friends only, basically. This was definitely supposed to be filtered super-far-away from Eridan, Sollux, the Condesce, and Doc Scratch, too. Whoops.]

Uh. Hey. I need some girl advice, okay? I think I kind of screwed up when the flower thing happened and I think I kind of fixed it but not reely?

So what happened is I kind of had a lot of sloppy makeouts happen because of the flowers. When I say a lot of them, I mean...yeah. A lot. And while I'm pretty much okay and know that things will be cool with pretty much everyone I engaged in them with, there's one thing I'm still having fisshues with.

No, Terezi, it is not you touching my chest nubs. That happened and it's just going to be a thing that happened and we'll never mention it again. It's not most of the kissing, even, because hey, flowers made us all do weird things.

But, um. This is what's bothering me. Sollux and I engaged in sloppy makeouts and then it got reely awkward. Like, the 'remember that time back in the Veil where we had a thing?' kind of awkward. I have no idea how to make it not-awkward anymore.

What do I do?

Aradia, sorry I made out with your matesprit. I understand if you're mad.

a. phone;

[Feferi's voice is awfully quiet when she's speaking, and once again, she's forgotten her filters.]

Hi Mayfield, it's Feferi. I'm sorry if I worried anyone...I think I'm all right now. That was such a disturbing - how long was I 'gone'? I don't really want to talk about it over the phone. It's too scary. But I'm okay now, I think.

b. 5722 Cunningham Lane:

[Anyone who comes by the house can see Feferi sitting on the window seat by the front window. She has a book open in her lap, but she's not reading. Instead, she's staring outside. Her eyes are wide and she's shaking a little. She's whimpering, but not screaming, despite the fact she's hallucinating her - very real - last Mayfield death.]

c. Mayfield's streets;

[Eventually, she decides getting some fresh air will help. But Feferi's awfully jumpy and nervous, looking around as if she's expecting something or someone to hurt her, even as she looks to say hello to friends and acquaintances and be sure they're all right now.]

[ooc: Nightmare state revival effects! Nightmare state revival effects everywhere! The only one she won't be experiencing is thinking she's still dead; she knows she's very much alive.]

a.) voice;

[Feferi doesn't sound good at all when she picks up the phone. Tired, but more importantly, she sounds sick, weak. Not like her usual cheery strength at all. She manages to find enough strength in her to make it, though.]

Dad. Equius. Eridan. Thanks for getting my stupid reckless self out of the dairy and to the hospital.

I certainly hope those of you who blew up the machine in the dairy gave at least some thought to whether anyone else would be inside when you set off the explosion. I really appreciate being in the hospital with burns and cracked ribs! It is the best. It makes it that much better that in the event that these injuries actually kill me, I'm going to die for the second time. The first time was at home. The second time, here. So thank you for taking away my second chance.

[She's crying now.]

Really. It's the best thing ever, losing the second chance.

I don't want to die at all. And I really don't want to be alone.

b. action; Mayfield Hospital

[For all that she told Karkat not to come visit, she wishes she hadn't. She's feeling kind of lonely in the hospital. She wouldn't mind visitors. Don't mind her appearance; she's going to claim she's fine.

Protip: she isn't. Remember the radiation sickness from Nukefield? It's coming back. But she's managed to keep her bed propped up a bit; a few magazines are on the side table. Mostly teenage-girl ones. Seventeen, Mademoiselle, etc.]