anarchist_queen | Room 515, Tuesday Afternoon

Leda was not hiding. Okay she totally was. Just what and who she was hiding from she didn't particularly know. Just, hiding in general. From the world she supposed.

Spending the weekend as Florida again had been an oddly enjoyable experience. Odd considering it was due to a cursed necklace. But she had liked spending time with Momoko and James and others while in her wee state. It reminded her of happy times with Wolfboy.

But then things had taken a drastic turn for the worse.

So, now she was hiding in her room, huddled on her bed, trying to ignore the ache in her shoulder, which was harder every time she tried to adjust the sling. Which she probably shouldn't be doing anyway.

She was trying to hide from the memories as well, hiding in memories of better times. Making pizza with Momoko, flirting with James and his sword, playing with Jello with Karla, or her reunion with her mother and Mooner.

She even tried thinking of fairly innocuous things like the first time she saw Kurt without his disguise. He'd been so cute, she kind of had a minor crush on him. Which made her think of meeting and flirting with some of the new kids.

But then she'd think of something like learning fencing from James, and the events of the day before would come crashing back down upon her.

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"There's uh, still a bit of a hole it it, but not as bad as it was. Said it should be okay in a few weeks."

"Oh good! I was worried about that." Momoko frowned. "So, do you remember much about what happened?"

There had been a time in her life when Leda regularly repressed almost every traumatic memory. But for better or worse, she didn't do that any more.

"Yeah. Everything."

"Hey!" She nudged the bed with her foot, not enough to jar her friend, justto make the covers shift a bit. "That's actually good! No memory loss or anything."

"And you totally should talk to someone about all of it, Leda. Even if it's not me. Someone. You know that right?"

"It's certainly a change from how I used to deal with this kind of thing." She took a deep breath, which sounded a bit unsteady when she let it out. "And I expect I'll have to talk to someone about it."

Even in Bordertown, there were cops when it came to murder.

Momoko... still didn't want to think about that right now. She didn't.

"Well, I did cause a lot of damage. Even if it was supposedly abandoned, someone's probably going to want me to fix that window and pay for the plush toys."

"I wouldn't worry about that unless someone actually comes sniffing around. I mean that place really didn't look like anyone had been there for awhile. Besides you weren't to blame for most of the damage."

"I did enough. Plus technically,, I was breaking and entering, I think, in the first place!" Momoko smiled. "But you're probably right."

"What do they call it on the cop shows? Extenuating circumstances? If anyone does make a stink just let me know. I'm fairly sure that I'm shamefully rich these days. I can probably take care of it."

"What do you mean, you're shamefully rich?" Momoko asked, curious and relaxing a bit as they changed the topic. "Oh! And is Sciblits okay?"

At the mention of his name, the jackalope poked his head out from the closet where he'd been carefully getting his fur onto as much of Leda's clothes as possible.

"Yes he is and I don't know if he'll ever stop getting spoiled for his part in my rescue.

"And, as I am the Crown Princess of Faery, I am rather rich. And since I'm an anarchist, I'm a little ashamed of that."

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