OOC - Mayhem? Did I hear someone ask for mayhem?
IC – Yet another day was well on its way to having passed – the sun was high in the sky as the brown haired girl sat in front of her laptop at the university. So many things were happening, so many things were changing, so many things needed to be done... so why couldn’t she seem to find the will to deal with them all... Her eyes were on the laptop, yet slightly glazed over and unfocused while her hands were on the keyboard, yet not moving.
From a distance, another watched and sighed. Figwit looked on her with regret. “Why do you not listen to me any more Sprite? What did I do to deserve this treatment? I remember when I could just be near you and you would sense my presence. Oh the fun we had then! Do you remember the fic where we battled against Legolas and his fangirls in Rivendell? Or the story with the dark stone? The trip to Bree? What happened to it? How could this have happened?†He walked towards her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, shaking them. Her head lolled back and forth, but her eyes remained unfocused and aimed at the screen of the laptop in front of her. A single tear escaped his eye, making its way down his face. “Why can’t you hear me?â€
He looked up at the thing which seemed to have her attention and his eyes widened in horror.
“No. That is NOT me. Do you hear me Sprite? That... THING on the screen isn’t me! NO! You are NOT going to browse the forums for that game! GAH! Nonono don’t log in, you don’t need to mod their forum right now! There’s homework piling up, you have assignments due tomorrow, you have to share the lab data with the rest of the class there’s a lecture in ten minutes... NO! Don’t edit their post! What’s the point in starring out the last three letters of ‘fuck’? They’re going to post with swearing again! The admins aren’t helping you and you don’t get paid for it... NO! DO NOT OPEN ANOTHER GAME CLIENT, OR I WILL... I will...â€
“Teeheeheeâ€
His eyes focused on the laptop in front of her that had made the chuckle which no one else seemed to have noticed.
“I know you.â€
“Yes, yes you do Figwit. Why are you still fighting? She can’t hear you you know. She can’t hear anything that the people around her say. She’s tuned out, tunnel-visioned into me, into real-life. But here’s the best part. Who says what’s real and what’s not? Me. I tell her what she sees, I dictate what she can or cannot do. Have you noticed her lack of computer problems lately? That’s because she finally gave up on those silly Tolkien related sites. When was the last time she browsed a Tolkien forum? When was the last time she wrote something for a RP? She hasn’t watched LOTR since ROTK came out on dvd. She hasn’t touched a book with real pages in close to eight months.â€
“No.â€
“Yes.â€
“NO.â€
“You know I’m right. I’m always right. And there’s nothing that you or anyone else can do about it either! Now be a good elf and fade away to Mando-land or wherever it is that you disappear to and we’ll both be content. I’m sure you’ll have lots of company there...â€
“I will not permit you to do this to her.â€
“Permit? There’s no permit about it. You have no control here elf. Can’t you see? It’s already done – the spell is complete and there’s no breaking it now.â€
Figwit turned on his heel and stalked away.
“That’s it! Glad you’ve realized it’s futile...â€
He came back in with a large piece of canvas and rope in his hands, a grey elven horse following behind.
“What do you think you are doing?†It demanded as he threw the cloth over her head and pried her fingers from the keys.
Figwit picked up the unresisting human, now wrapped in canvas like a big parcel and put her over the horse’s back. “What I should have done months ago,†the elf replied, finishing up the last knots binding his ‘package’ to the horse. “I’m getting outside help.†With those words, he walked out of the room with the elven horse following after.
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A few days later the elf walked into the area the muses had taken over.
“Anyone here know how to deal with a really bad case of real-life?†he shouted, trying to be heard over the roar of the bull dozer.