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ataraxion2012-06-13 07:23 pm
backwordscompatible) wrote in ataraxion2012-06-13 07:23 pm
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002 ✦ Video
[Zatanna slowly blinks into the camera, looking very much not like herself. The normally perky 14-year-old's eyes are glossed over, and her skin has taken on a very unhealthy shade of palish-green. There are beads of sweat across her brow. She is partially slumped over against the bench she's partially sitting--but mostly slouching--in.]
Will s'mbody tell them to turn the heat down? S'too hot...
[A hand rises to her forehead for a moment, swiping at the strands of hair plastered to her face.]
Can barely...
[But she loses her train of thought mid-sentence]
...oh, never mind, I'll do it.
'Looc nwod'
[The spell was intended to provide her with an ice pack. Or at least a fan. Instead, it starts snowing right over her head; a personalized cloud that begins dumping crystalized flakes on top of her, and nowhere else.]
[She glares up at the offending cloud for a moment, before giving up with a shrug. Sliding down even further, she repositions herself so that she's now laying down on the bench. Her eyes close shut, and it's almost as if she's forgotten the camera was still focused on her.]
Close enough.
((ooc: Zatanna's sick, and it's affecting her powers. Rescue rights go to Superboy/Conner (seethemoon)-- ie: He'll be the one to ultimately take her to the medical bay. But otherwise, everyone's welcome to contact and/or offer help.))
Will s'mbody tell them to turn the heat down? S'too hot...
[A hand rises to her forehead for a moment, swiping at the strands of hair plastered to her face.]
Can barely...
[But she loses her train of thought mid-sentence]
...oh, never mind, I'll do it.
'Looc nwod'
[The spell was intended to provide her with an ice pack. Or at least a fan. Instead, it starts snowing right over her head; a personalized cloud that begins dumping crystalized flakes on top of her, and nowhere else.]
[She glares up at the offending cloud for a moment, before giving up with a shrug. Sliding down even further, she repositions herself so that she's now laying down on the bench. Her eyes close shut, and it's almost as if she's forgotten the camera was still focused on her.]
Close enough.
((ooc: Zatanna's sick, and it's affecting her powers. Rescue rights go to Superboy/Conner (
seethemoon)-- ie: He'll be the one to ultimately take her to the medical bay. But otherwise, everyone's welcome to contact and/or offer help.))
Re: [Action]
I've got a rock-hard mattress substitute to sleep on, tasteless food to look forward to, and mechanical beeps to lull me to sleep.
Re: [Action]
Re: [Action]
Alright, alright. No running. Promise.