Should have been easier by three.

[allisnotlost]

WHO: Eridan Ampora, Catherine Ampora, and a little bit later adding in Murdoc Donoghue
TONE: SAD.... SADNESS...???
RATING: PG
WHEN: 26th
WHERE: The halls
WHAT: Idle thoughts strike back and someone's mommy's back form the dead as a ghost. WHOOPS.
STATUS: Ongoing

[ Today had been a relatively... normal? Sort of. Normal...ish. Normal enough for Eridan himself, not normal as in all-around... day, for Eridan. It was a new day, much different from the prior one that he had to experience. And all-around... pleasant? Yeah, pleasant.

It's not as if he wasn't aware of the weird happenings going on, Eridan was well aware. His friends were changing back into things they were, things were happening that no one could explain... there was something up. The boy just didn't understand what it was, and even if it plagued his mind he wasn't really trying to put himself out in the open to find out what was going on. He might if he was that kind of guy but he wasn't so oh well.

Class was out and he had had a bit of time before his next, so instead of hurrying his butt along he decided to take a leisurely stroll down the hall. As he walked, he began to think a little bit and reflect on the previous day. He was really happy for the turn-out for certain, even if things like that really exhausted him mentally. He couldn't deal with feelings on that level, man, especially with how frequent this has been popping up. Either way, he thought... and thought. And just maybe it was an idle thought he had as he turned his ring, that frequent wishing of "hey what if I had the chance to talk to her again and not in my imagination while I dreamed? that would be pretty great." But he had no idea that the thought he was having would actually happen.

He really had no idea.]

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[quasistellar]

WHO: Constance Peixes and OPEN
TONE: Depressing
RATING: PG, possibly -13 for language.
WHEN: September 27th
WHERE: Throughout the school; name the place and I'll roll with it
WHAT: Be careful what you wish for; wishing you'd never had anything to do with someone may have unintended consequences. Like your daughter becoming invisible to you.
STATUS: Ongoing

[I wish I could just forget anything ever happened between Murdoc and I had been a recurring thought on Constance's part since that engagement announcement. It would make life easier if she could forget her feelings, if she could just snap her fingers and have all that hurt disappear.

She'd hardly noticed it at first, because she had gone about her day normally. Papers to mark, lectures to prepare, correspondence to send, all of it. But over time, things didn't hurt the way they had been. There wasn't a tug at her heart when she saw the kids. It was like she'd forgotten she even had children.

So now, she's walking the halls with her head held high, and there's a frosty air about her. She would be cordial enough, if you were talking to her, but do you want to, with the way she's acting like she owns the place?]