Second Injection [Video, then action]

[notyourutopian]

[It's sometime in the very early morning hours when the video clicks on, the screen filled with the blurry motion of a hand, panickedly grabbing at the air, which had apparently smacked the journal open unexpectedly. The journal itself is lying on a bed now, and the only sound is a short, terror-filled, half-muffled scream that trails off into a gasp of air as Eleanor sits up in her bed. Her eyes are wild and panicked, her breathing fast, and she claws at the sheets around her, shifting the journal further away.]

Fath-

[The shout cuts off as the world around her reasserts itself, and after a few moments, her dark eyes searching, she seems to realize it was just a dream and she groans softly, pressing her hand into her face as if trying to calm herself down. Her skin is slick with sweat, the simple white nightgown she was wearing clinging to her, a testament to nightmares that must have been going on for several hours.]

[For several moments she is silent, as her breathing slowly settles down, her eyes closed tight.]

Another dream...

[She finally speaks again, her voice soft and filled with a suppressed frustration, as her hand drops into her sheet-covered lap. After a few seconds of silence, she groans and flops down onto her back, out of sight, which makes the journal jump on the bed, enough that it gets her attention. A hand scrabbles about on the screen until she grips it, picking the book up and holding it above her head, her eyes narrow as she looks it over...until she figures out it is sending a video.]

[She makes an irritated sound, almost a growl, and with a snap, the book slams shut.]

[Action]

[All attempts to return to sleep failed, so shortly before the sun rose, the teen could be found wandering around the village in the quiet before everyone starts bustling about. She had changed into a shirt and skirt but her feet were still bare. Her too-thin arms were wrapped around her stomach to ward off the lingering chill of the night before.]

[She didn't seem to have anywhere in particular she was trying to go, just wandering in a failed attempt to clear her head.]

[ooc: Eleanor will probably answer if people try to talk to her on the journal after her dream, or she can be run into wandering about, she'll be out for at least a few hours in the morning.]

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[mothergoose]

[Tenenbaum meanwhile is also familiar with nightmares. She silently checks in on the girl when she hears the scream but doesn't intrude. Simply making sure there is no danger.

However when Eleanor steps out of her room she'll find Tenenbaum sitting up, writing things in a notebook. Whether or not she's been asleep at all could be up for debate. But she doesn't look rested either.

Her attention is diverted though.]

Eleanor?

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[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor looks a bit sheepish as she realizes Tenenbaum is awake, and sitting there. The teen frowns for a moment as she closes her door, then flushes faintly.]

Ah...I am just going for a walk.

[An hour before dawn.]

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[mothergoose]

[Tenenbaum seems to look the embarrassed girl over for a moment then nods.]

A walk is always good for nightmares. You might find distracting yourself helps as well.

I will have breakfast ready when you get back.

[Maybe it's a holdover from her brief stint as a mother or maybe that was enough to remind her that she did have a little one to look after here. Slightly older little one, but still.]

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[notyourutopian]

[If anything that seems to make Eleanor even more embarrassed, even if she is also grateful.]

Ah...thank you, Doctor but...you don't have to.

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[mothergoose]

[She shakes her head.]

I do not mind.

Besides, I take my own advice now and again. Distractions are good for nightmares.

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[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor gives a grateful nod, but then she sighs, taking a few steps away, her fingers curling and uncurling into fists.]

Not that I am sure what the point of a distraction will be. Not when I know I will just have another one tomorrow night.

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[mothergoose]

You are having them often?

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[notyourutopian]

I...I have them often, yes. Once, perhaps twice a week. But...

[She hesitates.]

They seem to be worse lately.

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[mothergoose]

Worse in quantity or the dreams themselves they are worse?

[Video]

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee, ever vigilant, overhears the scream over the journals and scans the video feed for signs of trouble.]

Is there an emergency?!

[Video]

[notyourutopian]

[The teen just groans as she opens her book again.]

...No. no there's no emergency.

[Video]

[niceguypose]

That is a relief to hear. But what was that commotion? Is any assistance required at all?

[Video]

[notyourutopian]

[A pause, but at least she doesn't groan again.]

I just had a bad dream. I hit the book open by mistake.

[Video]

[niceguypose]

I see. That is a shame. Perhaps it was the result of some food disagreeing with you.

[Video]

[notyourutopian]

[She makes a sound that might be a bitter laugh.]

I really rather doubt it.

[Video]

[niceguypose]

Ah... So it was of a distant sort. I have known of... unpleasant dreams that can come from... tough experiences.

[Video]

[notyourutopian]

...That's certainly closer, yes.

[Filtered Voice]

[rashness]

--Eleanor? Hey, Eleanor?

[He saw the video later like - a reasonable time in the morning. And he says this hesitantly. He's seen Sophie, but not her - he hasn't seen her at all probably since the invasion ]

[Filtered Voice]

[notyourutopian]

Hey Ri-

[For a moment the old memories take over and it is just her brother calling. But she cuts off as she remembers none of that is true, and there is a faint sigh, and a pause filled with quiet breathing.]

Yes. I'm here.

[Filtered Voice]

[rashness]

You okay?

[He asked hours after the fact. Ooops]

[Filtered Voice]

[notyourutopian]

[Eleanor doesn't answer for a few moments, and then she sighs.]

I'm fine Rin. Really. It was...just a bad dream. I have them all the time, I just happened to hit my journal.

[Filtered Voice]

[rashness]

You really have them that often? [he frowns deeper. That would would really suck if that's the case] 'M sorry about that.

[Filtered Voice]

[notyourutopian]

Yes. They've been getting worse since...

That town.

But it's fine. I'm fine.

[Filtered Voice]

[rashness]

So that... made it worse.

[We didn't help is what goes through his head] That sucks. Sorry.

[Filtered Voice]

[notyourutopian]

I'm not sure. I don't-

I'm not having nightmares about that place, or all of you. There the same as before they're just...more.