livingmyths: (Thoughtful grey)
What happened to the weekend?

I... I think perhaps I was sick. I can't really remember anything after Friday night except some very odd dreams. And even they are pretty fuzzy and far-away.

Maybe I just slept in my corner in the library all weekend somehow? I still feel a little off-balance and uncertain of myself.

Mr. Stark - I mean, Tony - I am sorry I did not show up for my job this weekend. I'm terribly sorry and I'll work twice as hard this week to make up for it.

Was there anything else I failed to do for anyone? Please let me know and I'll try and fix it.


[ooc: Rain doesn't remember being cursed. Her brain, broken though it is, is kind enough to keep that from her.]
livingmyths: (Open black)
Hi. I'm afraid I must have gotten turned around somehow. I'm here in a really large library when I should be at the police station. And I... don't seem to be dressed quite appropriately for consulting - not that the police aren't expecting eccentricity when they finally get desperate enough to call in a psychic.

And... wow. Now that I stop to listen? This whole place seems... not quite normal.

Anyone around who can give a girl a hand?




[OOC: As 4 year old Rain talked her mother into going away to the beach when her father had to go out of town on a business trip. Thus, her mother never died, Rain was raised in a happy stable household, learned to develop her gifts with the help of her Lakota grandmother and a few others, and currently works as a psychic consultant for a number of police departments. She's not broken anymore. Oh, and yeah, her name isn't Rain.]

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