~Thursday, April 16, 1931~

YarnKittymon: DL: ::is sleeping on a bench in the radio station; he's been there for most of the day, as a couple of the news anchors, an actor, and two technicians are staying locked in their houses, afraid of taking ill::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::unlike the rest of the town folk, Maeve braves the dangerous flu riddled streets, not being able to stand being couped up inside her house all alone. Her feet seem to steer her towards the radio station and she cautiously pus
Maeve Owens: hes the door open, looking around for any live bodies lurking about:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::is snoring lightly; there's a few other people inside the building, but they're all busy trying to keep on the air::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she spots Donald lying on the a bench and she tiptoes over to him. She stands there for a few moments debating on how she should awaken him:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::stirs slightly, but doesn't wake::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she holds two hands over his body, a safe distance away from any inflammable objects, and makes a couple of fireballs appear. She stands there smiling slightly and waits for him to begin to sweat:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::doesn't seem to feel the heat for a while, and then turns his face up while he sleeps, as if appreciating the warmth::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::not willing to admit defeat just yet, she waits to see if the heat begins to get too much for him, even turning up the flames a little.:::
YarnKittymon: : ::a tiny spark falls down from Maeve's hands, and, given Donald's luck, it has no place to land except for his left eyebrow, and of course instead of flickering out, it catches the hairs ablaze::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::the "oh crap" look appears on her face and she squashes the fireballs and immediately starts patting down Donald's burning face:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::wakes just a split-second before Maeve starts touching him; he's still groggy, and cringes:: What did I do now! Don't burn me!
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she successfully squashes the flames and looks down pitifully at Donald::: You wouldn't wake up so I had to turn up the heat. I wasn't counting for stray sparks although you might could say this is just some more pay back for everything that has happened. :::she smiles, backing up a few steps:::
Maeve Owens: MV: I have a few momentos and now you have :::pauses to stiffle a laugh::: no left eyebrow.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::sits up weakly, running a finger along what used to be a well-shaped eyebrow:: I...see. That'll teach me to try to keep the island informed, I guess.
Maeve Owens: MV: Cant keep them informed if you're sleeping on the job.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks at the gray streak on his fingers:: Madeline ordered me to get some sleep, I'll have you know. A couple fuses busted, and we've had all sorts of things go wrong.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::shrugs::: Then far be it for me to go against Madeline's wishes. I'll just leave you to finish out your beauty sleep. :::she smiles and turns on her heels, heading back towards the exit:::
YarnKittymon: : ::the room, which is inside the building, with no windows, to help keep noises from reaching the booths, suddenly goes dark::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she jumps, letting out a startled yelp and immediately lights up another fireball::: What happened??
YarnKittymon: DL: ::frowns, looking around; stands:: The lights went out. Should be back pretty soon. ::more quietly:: I told Madeline we needed to run on batteries.
Maeve Owens: MV: And what? She didnt think it was a good idea?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::shrugs helplessly:: There's so many regulations on this island. They're not too fond of batteries.
Maeve Owens: MV: Oh. I thought that just centered on electronic devices although I suppose batteries are used for such things so I suppose it would make sense to not use them here.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::blinks:: "Electronic?"
Maeve Owens: MV: :::smiles::: I've been hanging around Toby too much. :::waves her hand::: Nevermind.
YarnKittymon: : ::a very pretty, very tired-looking woman comes out of the studio, looking pretty upset:: Donald, see if the whole town's lost power. We can move the transmitter if *someone* has electricity.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods, glancing at Maeve::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::busy glancing nervously around her:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::heads to the door, relying heavily on Maeve's fire:: Come on. You too, Madeline; we'll find some candles.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::her head snaps towards Donald, and she follows him out:::
YarnKittymon: : ::Madeline follows too, looking rather concerned::
YarnKittymon: : ::since it's still daytime, it's hard to tell if everyone has power or not, though a couple people have dared to come to the radio station, and ask Madeline if the station will be running again soon::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::once outside she closes her hand over the fireball and it disappears. She stands there quietly glancing around her:::
YarnKittymon: : ::there's a few more doors open than Maeve is used to seeing, people capturing the sunlight::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::softly:: I'll bet everyone's lost it.
Maeve Owens: MV: Wow. People are even opening up their doors. More fearful of the dark than they are of the flu? :::her tone is somewhat sarcastic:::
YarnKittymon: ((I'm figuring that people in general wouldn't be too upset over the power outage; electricity was mostly just for the lights, and most people on the island had only had electricity for about two or three years anyway))
YarnKittymon: DL: ::shrugs, then makes the rounds of the town anyway, to make sure:: I think we'll be off the air for a bit.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she follows Donald:::
YarnKittymon: : ::a few people are outside their houses, soaking up the sun; no one Donald asks has electricity::
Maeve Owens: MV: So what do you think caused the power outage?
YarnKittymon: DL: There weren't any storms, so the cables should be up. ::shrugs:: Maybe one of the waterwheels got jammed.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::nods::: How long do you think it will take if it was one of those waterwheels?
YarnKittymon: DL: If it's just jammed, a couple hours. If it's broken, maybe a day or two. ::frowns:: If the influenza hasn't made it *there* too.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::wrinkles her nose::: that would be really bad.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::quietly:: I think the quarantine's working; if it hadn't, we'd probably have heard about it, since they send news bulletins to be broadcast. ::frowns:: When they find out we can't broadcast they'll probably stop.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::nods::: Hmmm... that could be bad. No outside connection. I'm starting to feel a little cut off from the rest of the world.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles weakly:: I'm feeling removed from my eyebrow but I'm not complaining.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::bites her lip trying not to laugh::: I'm sorry, really I am. I didn't purposefully set out to burn you.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::softly:: I said just about the same thing to you before, didn't I?
Maeve Owens: MV: :::the urge to laugh quickly dies and she glances over at him, pausing briefly in her stride; softly::: Yes, I think I might remember you saying that once before.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks away; quietly:: If you get sick, I promise I'll be right by your side, to nurse you back to health.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she rolls her eyes::: I'm not going to get sick.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods; quietly:: I hope not.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::sighs::: We'll be fine. geesh.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::after a moment, softly:: Murray caught it.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::nods; quietly::: Thats a shame. I hope he makes it. It would be tough finding another special effects guy thats as good as he is.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::softly:: He's hanging on. He doesn't think he'll get through, but what does he know?
Maeve Owens: MV: :::nods:: I hope Daniel is going to pull through. I haven't heard any news of him getting worse. As a matter of fact haven't heard much of anything about the people still left inside the doctor's office.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::cringes; quietly:: What about Toby?
Maeve Owens: MV: ::frowns::: I dont know. I think he is still staying at Becky's so maybe he's okay.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods, silently::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::walks along beside him silently.... nothing can be heard but the sound of their shoes beating against the rough surface of the ground as they continue to walk on forever, the conversation slowly dying:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::very softly, out of the blue:: I love you, Maeve.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::a frown appears across her face and she stops for a moment, looking at Donald:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks down, softly:: I know you know, and I know you don't feel the same...I don't know why; I wanted to say it.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::her frown deepens. A nervous feeling wells up inside of her and she's becomes unsure of the timing. Should she already have forgiven him? Is what she felt before still there? Giving up, she rolls her eyes and reaches for him, trying to draw him into a kiss:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks rather startled, but leans down and kisses Maeve, closing his eyes::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::she pulls away a few seconds later, looking rather flushed and while her breathing is a little uneven she shakes her head::: Nope, timing is still not right. :::smiles at him:: Just checking. :::she turns away quickly:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::takes Maeve's hand, frowning:: Don't tease me, Maeve.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::his hand stops her from moving and she swings back to look at him but immediately drops her gaze to the ground::: I wasn't. I was just... curious. :::shrugs::: Thats all. :::starts to pull away again:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::drops Maeve's hand, looking away; softly:: Still nothing. Why do you even stay with me, then?
Maeve Owens: MV: :::sighs, sounding a little aggrivated::: Because there was something and there still is *something* there just still something else that *shouldnt* be there.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::in a low voice, looking back at Maeve:: If you can't forgive me, just say it, and get on with your life. You don't have to stay close to me just because I'm dying.
Maeve Owens: MV: :::lets her face fall into her hands::: Why does this have to be so freaking hard! I wish I had never known. I really do! And dont get to stuck on you dying because its not going to happen for another six years or so and I'm not even around to witness it!
YarnKittymon: DL: ::stares at Maeve:: What are you talking about?
Maeve Owens: MV: DId you already forget that I *know* what happens in the future?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::his look softens, and then he looks away:: I'm sorry. ::starts to walk away::
Maeve Owens: MV: :::sighs, watching his retreating form, muttering to herself::: Congrats Maeve, you may have succeeded in screwing this up even more.


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