Susan Sto Helit and the Hangover of Doom

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

((RP open to members of Ravenclaw House))

Getting magnificently drunk had seemed like a good plan at the time. But even the granddaughter of an anthropormorphic personification can only drink so much before simply dozing right off, and somewhere after glass number six, Susan had fallen soundly asleep, curled up in the armchair in front of the fireplace.

She woke in the grey dawn, stiff and sore and with a head that felt indescribably awful. "'lo, Bilious," she muttered, trying to crack a joke, but the attempt only made the throbbing worse.

Adding insult to injury was the realisation that her memories of Tuesday's events were thoroughly undimmed. Clearly, to achieve an appropriate state of anaesthesia, a state of constant intoxication would be required ... and that truly wasn't Susan's style, so she was going to have to learn to live with it.

Enough of that; thinking about it drove the headache to blinding levels -- in the meantime, she was still wearing yesterday's grass-stained skirt and torn stockings, and she need to wash, and maybe see if they had any interesting hangover cures. She tidied up the bottles, picked up the Nimbus (at least she had that to be grateful for) and headed off to the dorms.

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[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"May the good Lord bless you and keep you, my dear. You have done me more good than you know." Stephen rose, perhaps too quickly; intending to right his situation immediately, he had misjudged his physical stamina, stretched beyond its limits by overexertion and the subsequent cocaine-fueled research marathon. He wobbled dangerously.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"It looks like you need this as much as I do," Susan said, indicating the willow-bark vial. "For which, incidentally, thank you very much. Will you be all right?" Ha, pot, meet kettle.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"Please keep it. It will do no harm; if you meet -- others in our plight -- " he grimaced -- "you may share it with them as well, without fear. For myself, the only panacea now will be sleep." And justice, as soon as I can obtain it.

((Oh, I do love Pratchett's sensible women! ))

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Oh, thank you. Good luck, Dr Maturin. I hope you can resolve matters to your satisfaction. I'll see you about, I'm sure." ((I wish I was half as levelheaded and cool as Susan IRL.))

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

"I do not think I can convey the depths of my gratitude, Miss Sto Helit. I hope I do see you when I am more fit for civil conversation. Indeed I shall do my best to ensure it."

With an awkward nod, the Doctor tottered off. To his own bed, thankyouverymuch.