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Post by Tom McLeod on Aug 18, 2005 20:20:25 GMT -5
When Cambridge leaves I tell Selja "Sorry, but I have to look after Cambridge..." After the others leave I continue to search for hir, but I just can't find hir anywhere...
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Aug 18, 2005 20:22:36 GMT -5
"That's fine." I say, also concerned about Cambridge. I am helped onto an ambulence, and taken to a nearby hospital...
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Aug 18, 2005 20:24:51 GMT -5
Cambridge isn't sure where to go, but isn't mentally well at the moment and doesn't want to see hir friends in the state sie is in. Sie gets into a random car when a stranger stops and asks if sie needs a ride somewhere. Leaving the party HQ sie did look a little distressed. Sie gets inside the car, but says nothing. Hir mind isn't coherent. The idea of Selja giving birth and the process thereof, is just so disgusting and foreign to hir, that sie can't even think about it. All sie can do is stare out the window quietly as they drive out of the city.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 23:05:07 GMT -5
After their daily search for Sweeney, everyone heads back to the airplane. When I get back into my bunk, I notice a message for me, it's from Nadya. I decide now's as good a time as any to call her back.
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Post by nadyenka on Aug 18, 2005 23:06:54 GMT -5
I am kind of out of it when Mischa calls. I get up out of bed and answer the phone. "Ah, damn, what day is it?" I ask and drop the phone onto the floor, then swear a little more.
"Oh, Mischa, hey, sorry...where are you?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 23:09:18 GMT -5
"Oh, hey Nadya... Sorry, did I wake you? I'm in..." I look around, and feel like I probably shouldn't tell her where I am. For security reasons or something, but just go ahead and tell her anyways.
"Belfast. We're sort of... Ah, doing stuff... You know, work stuff... Where are you?"
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Post by nadyenka on Aug 18, 2005 23:12:03 GMT -5
"I don't know where I am." Nadya says and looks around the room. She puts the phone down and yells out the door at housekeeping, first in Russian, then in English, asking them where she is. She has been partying for about a week, and the last thing she remembers is meeting some business man a few days ago. "Oh, I am in Belfast too. I guess I must have come here? I guess. I don't remember. Come see me." She says.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 23:13:34 GMT -5
"You're... What?" I ask, bewildered.
"Well uh... Okay, sure... Where are you..? I'll call a cab or something..."
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Post by nadyenka on Aug 18, 2005 23:15:54 GMT -5
I look around the room for a card.
"I am at this hotel that has like, a big orange fluer the whatever the hell that French thing is. Fleur de L...whatever. The Boyscout symbol thing...you know. It looks regal. I am in room 22."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 23:19:27 GMT -5
"No, I really don't..." I reply. After several minutes of describing this, I finally sort of understand the directions well enough to tell a cabbie where she is.
"Alright, I'll be there shortly." I say then hang up.
**later**
After wrestling with the cabbie, I finally manage to get to the hotel she was describing. I head up to her room and knock on the door.
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Post by nadyenka on Aug 18, 2005 23:23:29 GMT -5
"Mischa..." I say, opening the door and putting my arms around him, almost falling over. I start laughing.
"Sit down with me." I say and take his hand, pulling him to sit down with me on the bed. "I'm just a little out of it right now, so don't mind me. Just ignore me. I am glad you came here. I need you to help me get my head on. Okay, okay, okay..." I say and wave my hands.
"My mom is mad at me again. Vissarion doesn't like me seeing you...but they just don't get anything. It isn't like that. We're just pals, right Mischa. Right."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 23:32:29 GMT -5
I sit down beside Nadya.
"Ah, yeah of course, we're just pals... Who's Vissarion..?" I ask, somewhat leary about Nadya.
"And have you been drinking?"
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Post by nadyenka on Aug 18, 2005 23:35:53 GMT -5
"Vissarion is my brother. We came back here together, but for different reasons. He is a socialist like my father, and a real pain. See, he never saw the diaries...the ones you gave me. So, he doesn't know about the things I know about. But I can't tell him, it's between you and me."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 23:43:49 GMT -5
"Oh, okay." I reply, then realize that she said I gave her something.
"...Wait, what? Diaries..? I gave you something?" I ask, naturally confused. My mind begins to race of strange possibilities. Why did she seek me out in the first place? Her father's a socialist? This all just seems too weird and convenient...
"I don't even write a diary... Let alone... More than one of them." Then again, maybe she's just tipsy, and doesn't really know what she's talking about.
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Post by nadyenka on Aug 18, 2005 23:46:23 GMT -5
"I have them. Right here, but you can't read them. Not yet anyway. It would ruin things and then you would know too much and then history would change and you would probably never meet Bassarov and who knows what then."
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