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fandomtownies2007-05-28 09:20 am
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Book Haven: Monday 10-5PM [5-28-07]
Lana barely managed to make her way into town and to the bookstore after class. The gunfire and the fall had really not helped her concussion at all. She sat down in a chair as soon as she got in, hoping her head would stop pounding and the nausea would go away soon so she could set the tea and things out for the customers.
Millie had sensed something wasn't right the second Lana had opened the door and hurried downstairs to see what was wrong. She was horrified at how poorly Lana seemed. "Oh, my goodness, Lana! Whatever happened?"
Lana smiled wanly up at her. "Concussion. Which wasn't helped by my Firearms class. I'll get up to set things out in just a minute."
"You will do no such thing!" Millie said firmly. She briefly debated sending her home, but decided she'd feel better keeping Lana right here where she could keep an eye on her for a while. It only took a moment to conjure a comfy chaise lounge from, well... All right, she wasn't quite sure where it had come from, but she'd put it back later. Pillows and a blanket followed next and she tucked the whole thing magically into a cozy reading area out of the way.
Lana watched with wide eyes as all of this occured. She'd known Millie could do magic, but this was pretty amazing.
"Up you get," Millie said, taking Lana gently by the arm and making her light enough that she could all but carry her over to the chaise lounge, tucking her in despite Lana's weak protests. "None of that now. Either you lie here and rest where I can watch you or I'm bringing you straight to the clinic and, and... firing you!"
Not that she had any intention of doing that, but she thought it would sound sufficiently dire for the overly-conscientious Lana.
Lana let herself be Goddess-handled into the chaise and tucked in without further protest.
Millie thought for a second, then quickly conjured over a small table, tea, cream, sugar, a variety of pastries, and a selection of the books Lana had shown interest in. "There!" she said, fixing up a cup of tea. "Sit, rest, relax. Sleep if you can. I'll take care of any customers."
Lana knew she should protest, but honestly there was no way she'd be able to work, much less walk all the way back to the cabins. And at least here she might be able to sleep. Millie's place might not have the same type of protective wards that Mr. Phale's house did, but still she knew that nothing bad would be able to enter here. Besides, it was rather comforting to have Millie fussing over her. So, she sipped her tea and managed a sincere thank you.
"Goodness," Millie said again. "No need for that! I'm glad to be able to help." She looked around thoughtfully, then called for Proudfoot, who turned out to be watching from a nearby chair. "Oh there you are. Would you please watch out for Lana? Let me know if she so much as tries to stir a foot from the chaise."
Proudfoot yawned hugely, then jumped up onto the end of the chaise, curling herself warmly against Lana's feet.
"Yes, that should just about do it," Millie said, then conjured a small bell to place on the table. "There. If you need anything just ring. I'll be nearby." She smiled cheerfully at Lana, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry that healing isn't one of my abilities or you'd be better in no time."
She gave her a last smile, then bustled off to get the store opened.
[Book Haven is open! Come buy a book, talk to Millie, check on Lana, or see if you can lure Proudfoot away from her post! Preplayed with, well... me.]
Millie had sensed something wasn't right the second Lana had opened the door and hurried downstairs to see what was wrong. She was horrified at how poorly Lana seemed. "Oh, my goodness, Lana! Whatever happened?"
Lana smiled wanly up at her. "Concussion. Which wasn't helped by my Firearms class. I'll get up to set things out in just a minute."
"You will do no such thing!" Millie said firmly. She briefly debated sending her home, but decided she'd feel better keeping Lana right here where she could keep an eye on her for a while. It only took a moment to conjure a comfy chaise lounge from, well... All right, she wasn't quite sure where it had come from, but she'd put it back later. Pillows and a blanket followed next and she tucked the whole thing magically into a cozy reading area out of the way.
Lana watched with wide eyes as all of this occured. She'd known Millie could do magic, but this was pretty amazing.
"Up you get," Millie said, taking Lana gently by the arm and making her light enough that she could all but carry her over to the chaise lounge, tucking her in despite Lana's weak protests. "None of that now. Either you lie here and rest where I can watch you or I'm bringing you straight to the clinic and, and... firing you!"
Not that she had any intention of doing that, but she thought it would sound sufficiently dire for the overly-conscientious Lana.
Lana let herself be Goddess-handled into the chaise and tucked in without further protest.
Millie thought for a second, then quickly conjured over a small table, tea, cream, sugar, a variety of pastries, and a selection of the books Lana had shown interest in. "There!" she said, fixing up a cup of tea. "Sit, rest, relax. Sleep if you can. I'll take care of any customers."
Lana knew she should protest, but honestly there was no way she'd be able to work, much less walk all the way back to the cabins. And at least here she might be able to sleep. Millie's place might not have the same type of protective wards that Mr. Phale's house did, but still she knew that nothing bad would be able to enter here. Besides, it was rather comforting to have Millie fussing over her. So, she sipped her tea and managed a sincere thank you.
"Goodness," Millie said again. "No need for that! I'm glad to be able to help." She looked around thoughtfully, then called for Proudfoot, who turned out to be watching from a nearby chair. "Oh there you are. Would you please watch out for Lana? Let me know if she so much as tries to stir a foot from the chaise."
Proudfoot yawned hugely, then jumped up onto the end of the chaise, curling herself warmly against Lana's feet.
"Yes, that should just about do it," Millie said, then conjured a small bell to place on the table. "There. If you need anything just ring. I'll be nearby." She smiled cheerfully at Lana, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry that healing isn't one of my abilities or you'd be better in no time."
She gave her a last smile, then bustled off to get the store opened.
[Book Haven is open! Come buy a book, talk to Millie, check on Lana, or see if you can lure Proudfoot away from her post! Preplayed with, well... me.]