what will we do when we're sober? (wine plot!)

[cabins]

August 15
One of the things Laura always did to try to take care of herself was running. She loved it, a brisk jog through the park, though now with school out, her runs were becoming longer and longer. She loved using it as an excuse to explore the city and it's green spaces. That way, she could always come back on the full moon, when she had more control.

Stopping on a bench in Hyde Park, Laura paused to catch her breath pulled out her bottle of water. The bottle was opened effortlessly, but the trouble began as soon as she lifted the bottle to her lips. The water would not touch her lips.

Frowning at the bottle, she looked at it. It was plenty full. She tried again. Nothing.

Well. She was a well-educated former-witch of a woman. She knew what this meant.

She was cursed.

Later on August 15
Okay, no water. She'd tried again when she'd gotten back to her flat, but there was no drinking it. Showering was fine, but when she opened her mouth to try to get water, there was nothing. Not a single drop hit her mouth.

So after the shower, Laura had gotten creative. She emptied out her fridge and began to go through everything, trying to take sip after sip of milk, orange juice, iced tea. Nothing.

Nothing, except for the dark green bottle she had. Honestly, she hadn't thought to try wine- after all, wine? But beer had wielded no results, and neither had an attempted shot of vodka. Not to mention, the later it got, the thirstier Laura was.

"Frak it." She said to the empty apartment, and pulled the cork out of the bottle. She raised it to her lips and at long last, took a nice long drink.

Well. Shit.

August 16th
So wine it was! Laura Roslin had found something she could drink, and that was great, but she knew the thing about water was that you needed it, or you would die from dehydration. Not a fun way to go. At least most of her foods contained water (there was a lot of celery in her, right now) so she could hopefully prolong her inevitable death long enough to find a way to get rid of this curse.

This is what brings Laura to the grocery store, her cart filled with a few different bottles of wine. Her water bottle contains the same, and by the time she makes it out of the grocery store, her eyes are a bit heavy and she can tell that the wine is having it's effect on her. Not like she can even drink water to try to sober up.

At least, Laura thought as she left the store, she wasn't in the middle of work.

August 17th
Frak it! It was day 3 of nothing to drink but wine, and by the time Laura made her way to the den, it was clear that this forced bender was no good. Her skin was pale, her cheeks red, and gods damn it if she wasn't really fucking thirsty. Wine did nothing to quench thirst, though she'd been trying to convince herself that.

She missed her magic.

Sitting in the kitchen, her glass of wine in front of her as she tried to at least pretend she was doing something productive. Her eyes lazily followed another one of the pack members as they started a new pot of coffee.

"I'd kill someone for coffee right about now," she muttered, taking a sip of her wine. Nope, still not coffee.

Fuck.

(feel free to make your own during the three days that Laura is forced to only drink wine.)

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here lies laura, dead on 08/17

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul smirks down at the coffee machine, pushing one of the brew buttons as he calmly says, "Not it." This, clearly, has made him immune to all types of coffee-related murder. Not It, much like the Dibs Protocol, is universal and sacred.

"Want me to make you some?" is what he starts out with, until he finally turns around to look at her... And then instantly flinches back a little. "You look like shit." That's not the most delicate way of putting it, which he realizes a half-second after it comes out of his mouth. He cringes again, and decides to go for a do-over. "Um, are you sick?"

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKAxZm9Y_wg/ScZcX72YSXI/AAAAAAAADH8/gTDM_xXFecA/s400/bsg5.jpg

[cabins]

Laura looks over at Ghoul unfazed by his reaction. Instead, she just raises an eyebrow at him. "You could. But I can't drink it."

Which is going ot need an explanation, on top of Ghoul making an ass of himself. "No. I'm cursed."

ugly laughs

[ghoulaid]

"What the fuck?" He thinks for a second that he's misheard her, because who just coolly tosses out the fact that they're cursed? Isn't that supposed to be a huge deal, or something?

This is for sure going to need a little more clarification. "What happened?"

[cabins]

"I'm not entirely sure," she says, sighing heavily.

"But all I know is I seem not to be able to drink anything other than wine." So she holds up her cup. "It's been three days. I must have done something during the last full moon."

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul almost makes the mistake of making a comment like that doesn't sound so bad, but the look on her face causes him to wisely reconsider. There are obviously some negative effects...

He frowns. "Are you gonna be okay?"

[cabins]

"Hopefully. There's enough water in the food I've been eating, but.... At least I haven't been drinking a full eight glasses of wine, right?" No, just when she'd gotten home last night, because if she was going to be cursed to only drink wine, she was going to enjoy at least part of it. Right?

"And I'm going through caffeine withdrawal." #Teacherproblems.

[ghoulaid]

"Y'know there's coffee and wine mixes, yeah?" No, Ghoul, that's not helpful.

But he's just throwing that out there...

"So, um, when's it gonna wear off? D'you have to find the witch that put it on you and eat their blood to break it?" Somebody's been watching too many weird horror movies.

[cabins]

Laura wrinkled her nose at the very thought. "That sounds absolutely disgusting." She was going to be blunt with him.

She sighs. "I'm not sure. I'm hoping something like this wears off- I've been meaning to get to the library, do some research. And I would need a witch, which I'm fresh out-of." She could maybe give Sylvia a call- she'd liked the other woman immensely, and this seemed like a fun future party anecdote.

[ghoulaid]

"What kind of witch? Like any kind?" ...Are there different types of witches? He knows there are some that talk to ghosts, some that don't. But can they all break curses? How do witches even work?

God damnit, he's gone and stumped himself. Why can't everyone be easy to understand, like wolves. You're a wolf, you do wolf shit, you're in a pack. It's fucking simple.

16th

[falsify]

Eames just stops into the store to pick up a sandwich, something quick to eat since he's basically running on empty right now, he doesn't even wait until he's paid to eat it. He just takes the open box up to the self-service aisle and, it might be bad manners but let's all appreciate that it's not theft.

He's on his way out and literally stumbles over Laura leaving too, the half of his sandwich falls on the floor and he sighs, but the rattle of bottles in her bag catches his attention and he raises his eyebrows curiously, "big night?"

[cabins]

Oh, it's that rather attractive man from the dog-park. Eames, he'd said, right?

"Shoot!" She mutters when he bumps into her. She catches her balance, but the sandwich is the first casualty. "I'm really sorry about that."

Laura looks down at the bag and sighs, putting it down. "I wish. I think I've been cursed, Eames." He's fae, he'll understand.

[falsify]

"Drowning your sorrows then?" He queries, because in no world would anyone's first assumption be that she can only drink wine. "No reason you should do it alone. Especially not with that much wine."

It's half flirting, half teasing because really that is a lot of wine. Either way he seems to be over his lost sandwich already.

[cabins]

Laura raises an eyebrow. "Is that an offer? Because I happen to be in the mood for take-out and Netflix, if you'd like to join me?"

Soup had a lot of water in it, right? She could drink water via soup. If not, Chinese food was going to taste delicious after all this wine.

[falsify]

Eames laughs softly and nods, casting a glance to his dearly departed sandwich on the floor, "I do suddenly find myself in need of a meal." He looks back to her, raising an eyebrow in return, "if I didn't know any better, I'd ask if you bumped into me on purpose."

[cabins]

"What do you know, I happen to owe you a meal." She inclines her head at him.

"Pardon? I believe you bumped into me." But she's still smiling. "Alright, come along. My apartment's around the corner." Apartment, not flat. Some things she couldn't get used to yet.

[falsify]

Honestly, he wasn't really expecting her to take him up on it. Coming on that strong right out the gate is obviously a joke (or just awful social skills,) but Eames can't say he's disappointed. He smiles back and gestures for her to lead the way, falling into step beside her.

"I'll try not to bump into you again on the way there."

[cabins]

What? She's lonely, and drinking alone isn't always the best thing.

"I wish I could say the same, but..." she looks down at her purchase. Self-explanatory.

15th

[thelastjoy]

All that the school break meant for Girl was that her uncle was constantly pushing her to leave the apartment rather than sleep all day. A terrible injustice, as far as Girl was concerned, especially when she was expected to leave while there was still light in the sky. She's not even sure why she ended up at the park, except that none of her friends were willingly awake and thus there was no where fun to go.

"Laura?" Girl stopped in front of the bench, rubbing her eyes. At least there was something interesting left in the park. "What are you doing?"

[cabins]

Well, the first thing to do to get uncursed is to figure out who cursed you. And why. Also to figure out what exactly the curse is. Right now, all she knew was that she couldn't drink water. Did that include all beverages, or just water?

The sound of her name got Laura to look up, putting her plan on hold for a moment. She looks at her, a little frazzled. At least she's got some cute running clothes on, thanks to modern fashion, not some gross old college t-shirt. "Oh- Girl, hello. I was just out for a run." She does her best to smile.

[thelastjoy]

Girl wouldn't mind whatever Laura wore, she spends plenty of time around Party so grubby clothes just seem the norm to her after a while. She's more surprised to see Laura so dressed down that to take in the state of the outfit. It's exactly like seeing a teacher outside of school and it makes her do a double take.

"Yeah, I can see that." Girl looks her over, lips lifting at the corner in a half smile. "Just kinda surprised to see you out. Kinda early for exercise, ain't it?"

It's not to anyone who isn't a bored teenager.

[cabins]

She's quite used to the awkward seeing your teacher outside of school conversations. So don't worry.

"Early? Goodness, no. Gets your blood flowing, and helps you wake up. I usually get a run in before I have to get to school, so I like to keep up the habit during the summers."

[thelastjoy]

"Early, goodness yes." Her nose wrinkles, shading her eyes with one hand as she looked up at the sky. Laura was probably one of those people who liked mornings, rare like a unicorn. Girl really couldn't get it. "You get up extra early during the school year just to exercise?"

Wait, what was rarer then a unicorn? Flying pigs? Whatever, the new standard was now Laura.

[cabins]

"Alright, then why are you awake so early? Or is it late for you?" She did like mornings, actually. She liked taking a cup of coffee on her porch, watching the world wake-up.

"Yes, it helps wake me up. Keeps me sharp. Can't let anyone get a jump-start on me."

[thelastjoy]

"It's early," she confirmed, grumbling. "My uncle kicked me out for the day. Said I couldn't 'sleep my life away' just because school was out."

She made air quotes over the words, frowning and sticking her hands in her pockets after. Her uncle was trying to be helpful but she couldn't see it that way.

"Don't they have coffee for that?"

[cabins]

"Well, at least it's a nice day out," she muses. "And it'll get you used to waking up early for school." Always practical, that was Laura.

She laughs. "Oh, and I drink the coffee, too."