[ Since Hester's announcement, Eurydice has been feeling a little chilly, headachey, and run-down. That didn't bother her, though -- she spent most of her life feeling more or less like that all of the time.
But the illness hits her this morning, while she's adding to her stash of non-perishables in the girl's locker room. At first, Eurydice feels herself swaying where she stands. Then there's the rattle, as she leans into one of the lockers and slides down to the floor. Eurydice doesn't seem to notice, though. Instead, she's sweating and staring wide-eyed at the empty space in front of her. She looks terrified. ]
No. I'm not going back. You weren't supposed to follow me here.
[ By the evening, she feels a little better, and makes her way to the costume room. You might find her sorting through the clothes. There's an edge of determination to the way she holds herself -- tense, jaw set, taking this all very seriously.
Once she notices she's got company: ]
Do you, um. Know what we're supposed to wear to this prom?
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But the illness hits her this morning, while she's adding to her stash of non-perishables in the girl's locker room. At first, Eurydice feels herself swaying where she stands. Then there's the rattle, as she leans into one of the lockers and slides down to the floor. Eurydice doesn't seem to notice, though. Instead, she's sweating and staring wide-eyed at the empty space in front of her. She looks terrified. ]
No. I'm not going back. You weren't supposed to follow me here.
[ By the evening, she feels a little better, and makes her way to the costume room. You might find her sorting through the clothes. There's an edge of determination to the way she holds herself -- tense, jaw set, taking this all very seriously.
Once she notices she's got company: ]
Do you, um. Know what we're supposed to wear to this prom?