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47 Minotaur Lane, Sunday evening

Nadia had the talisman Schrodinger had given her out and in her hand. She finally had all the pieces she needed, and they had lead her here, to 47 Minotaur Lane. It must be the location of the Sphere of Life, and probably where Aziraphale was hiding poor Princess Dawn.

Now all she had to do was get inside. . . .

[ooc: last chance to interact with the crazy girl before she goes all sane again. Open post!]

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Pippi is on her way back from J,GOB when she notices Nadia.

"Hi Nadia! What 'cha doing?"

Oh, it was the castle cat again. "What are you doing way out here, kitty?"

Oh here we go again.

Pippi had come to the conclusion that Nadia was on one of her "undercover missions against the man" or some such.

Well, she was nothing if not a supportive friend.

"Meow."

"Well, just watch out, okay? Once I get in here, I've got to get the Sphere of Life and battle Aziraphale."

Pippi almost choked on the delightful JGOB pastry she had just taken a bite out of.

"When you're done with this, I want to know how me being a cat and you battling our teacher strikes a blow against 'the Man'... Or do I need to hit you with a chair?"

Nadia patted Pippi on the head. "Good kitty."

Pippi offered Nadia a bear claw (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bear_claw).

Nadia blinked and accepted said bear claw. "Um." She eyed Pippi. "The cat just gave me a pastry."

Somehow, this was Aziraphale's doing. She just knew it. "Thanks?" She tucked it into her sack with her artefacts, then turned to work on the door of the building.

And tripped.

And dropped the talisman.

"Oh no!"

Pippi took another bite of her own pastry.

"Seriously Nadia, if you're still calling me a cat when Monday morning rolls around I'm going to hit you with a chair. It's for you're own good ya know."

Then Nadia tripped.

Pippi was more concerned with catching her friend then some ball thing.

Nadia watched in horror as the "ball thing" bounced twice, then cracked, and the red ball part dissolved into a small pool of water.

Then she blinked.

A lot.

"Pippi. . . . What just happened?"

"I gave you a bear claw and your water broke."

"My . . . water?" Nadia blinked at the now piece-meal 'talisman'. "Oh. Oh holy crap." She put a hand to her forehead. "Oh holy crap, I so totally didn't--oh crap. Oh crap, I did, I called Parker a minion. . . . Setsuna's going to kill me, too. . . . Stark as a warrior princess?"

"So you weren't pretending?"

"No. I . . . I think I was drugged."

Damn, missed a perfectly good opportunity to chair somebody.

"Who would want to drug you into thinking I was a cat?"

Nadia shook her head, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. "I really don't know. You were a cat, and Aziraphale was evil, and Naomi was the king of Fandom and Walter--Walter was--ohhhhhhh crap."

"Walter was....?" Pippi asked. "Actually. Walter is... Coming down the road."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh crap. . . ."

Walter had hauled himself out of Nadia's closet (the door would need some fixing) and unsuccessfully looked for her around the dorms and onward out into the town.

He turned on his heel when he thought he caught sight of her down the street.

Nadia was currently trying to resist the urge to headpavement herself into oblivion. She spotted Walter and winced.

"Oh holy crap. I am soooooo sorry, Walter, I don't know what got into me, are you okay? Do you need to eat something? You haven't been in my closet all weekend, have you? I swear, I'm going to kill Schrodinger when I get my hands on him. . . ." And so forth.

Walter stopped out of her reach and folded his arms, watching her closely. "I haven't been in your closet all weekend. I've eaten. What in hell happened? One minute Schrodinger was there making remarks that made no sense, and the next you hit me in the face."

He probably could have been a little gentler in his phrasing on that, but didn't care to be.

"And are you going to do it again? Because I'm ready for you this time."

Nadia stopped mid-apologetic rant and stared back. "I've spent the entire weekend convinced I was in some kind of fantasy novel. Because one moment, Schrodinger was handing me a box, and the next, you injected me with some kind of drug."

He did what? Walter shook his head. "I think I'd remember doing something like that. It must have been part of your delusion."

Nadia squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "No, the delusion was that you were an ogre attacking me in my room. That came after you going all creepy on me. Look--I don't know what the hell happened, but I've made a total and complete ass out of myself to several people this weekend, and I would really like to just put it behind me, okay? I'm sorry I beat you up."

"What do you mean 'going all creepy' on you?" There were times when he was extremely patient and conciliatory with Nadia, but he wasn't feeling it just then. "I remember Schrodinger telling you about some debt it was time to pay, and then playing with his little remote control, and then you were on the floor and crazy. What. Happened?"

"Schrodinger did something with his remote control, then handed me a box. It had that thing," she pointed down at the broken Mueller device, "and a syringe. I dropped the box, and he grabbed the thingy and you grabbed the syringe, said you were sorry, and stuck me in the side with it." She pushed back her jacket and pulled up the side of her shirt. Sure enough, there was a small, red needle mark just below her ribs. "Then everything went all weird and warped and you were an ogre and attacking me and Schrodinger was a cleric and I had a destiny to fulfill and I cannot believe I actually spent the weekend convinced that Azriaphale was evil."

The needle mark was disturbing, but, she had just said she'd spent the weekend thinking Aziraphale was evil. It had to be part of the delusion.

"Why would I do that? And what does that thing have to do with a debt?" he pointed to the remains of the Meuller device. "And did you hurt anyone else?"

This is the point Pippi starts to slowly back away.

Aw fuck. The debt. She had been really hoping he might forget about that. ". . . I don't know what this had to do with the debt." Except that the creepy doctor had mentioned wanting to learn more about her brain. Did that include making her have wacky hallucinations? "And I kind of beat on Conner with a stick. I thought he was a dragon."

Walter caught sight of Pippi's retreat, but she hadn't beaten him up recently.

And even Walter's substantial ego was as bruised as his head.

"Just me and Conner, then? Is he in the clinic?" She was mistaken if she thought he'd done more than leave the matter of the debt for a moment.

"Not that I know of? I threatened Parker and Aziraphale, too. And Al. Oh god." Nadia dropped her head. "Parker's going to kill me."

Remembering Parker's threat to him when he first started dating Nadia, Walter shook his head.

"No. She'll just see your body properly disposed of. Maybe it would help keep you from being killed if you would explain just what debt you were paying back by being a complete lunatic."

Oh look, back to that again.

The list of curses running itself around in Nadia's brain was surprisingly varied and in several different languages. "I owed him a favor. Well, someone he knows."

"Why don't you want to tell me what it is?" Fortunately for them both, he stopped just shy of asking Did he kill someone for you?

Nadia let out a long breath and picked her pillow case sack up off the ground. "Okay. I will. Just, not out here in the street, okay? I've been outside all day, I'm freezing, and I just want--I just want to go home."

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