xp_logs | Alison and Amanda, finally: Wednesday evening...

On her crusade to atone, Amanda finds sometimes her timing sucks.

Amanda was making a mental list. On one side were the names of everyone she'd worked out (eventually) as being affected by the potion, either
directly or indirectly. Marie-Ange had been helpful (also eventually) with this - Amanda had explained that she wanted to sort things out, and knowing who she needed to sort things out with would be a big help. On the other side were big mental check marks, in red, indicating those she'd talked to, and hopefully started clearing things up with. She figured Samson would approve of this. Of course, there were only two red check marks and a very long list, but Rome wasn't built in a day and all the rest of that shite.

So she was feeling almost pleased with herself as she headed up to the third floor with the vague idea of seeing Remy. It wasn't going to be easy, talking to the rest of those names, but Marie had been the worst, and that had worked out. And Marie-Ange was talking to her again. The rest would happen eventually...

The door to Lorna and Allison's suite opened, and out stepped a figure that neatly derailed that train of thought.

Alison paused as she realized who exactly was standing near the doorway, eyes narrowing as her back stiffened. "Amanda," the single word was... terse, at the very least. She closed the door behind herself, and turned once more, knowing the girl had already been spoken to and was showing some idea that what she'd done had been ethically and morally wrong (and just plain wrong!) but found herself unable to just , well, relax.

For her part, Amanda took in the older woman's change in posture and gulped, just a little. "Um, hello," she hazarded. 'Can't take offence at
that, can she?'

A cool nod answered her greeting. Oh no, Alison had taken offense at something else entirely - only the fact that she hadn't been directly affected was keeping her in check, right now. That and the fact that she kept reminding herself that yes, Amanda had been yelled at and yes, she was going to be going to London to learn better. And so she kept repeating to herself over and over again.

"I was just... um, I thought I'd..." Amanda floundered, not sure of just what she could possibly say. "Um, how is... how is she?"

"She's not hiding out and crying non-stop, or wondering what was wrong with herself anymore," Alison replied, far too calmly, while leaning on the door. "She's going out of her room now. She's talking again, and seeing Dr Samson, which will help." She paused, thinking about the newly repaired
door. "Having to laser you way in your roomie's room? Not fun." Still that calm, almost casual way of talking.

"Ah." Amanda looked down, scuffed the carpet with the toe of a beaten Doc Marten. "D' you think it would help if I talked t' her? Said I was
sorry?"

"She's not really keen on anyone visiting right now." In the condition Lorna was in, she'd simply say yes and let Amanda roam off, thinking all was good. And Lorna would most certainly not be good. No, Amanda could wait a bit before claiming her forgiveness, until giving it would do Lorna some good as well, Alison decided.

"Oh." Amanda was taken aback - Samson had seemed pretty clear on this whole talking to people thing working. "I... I didn't mean it, you know."

"Why did you do it, then?" A pause. "She's not talking to anyone, Amanda." Alison sighed, shoulders slumping, and brought one hand up, fingertips gently pinching the bridge of her nose. "It wouldn't do her any good right now, if you spoke. She'd just pretend or brush it off or... but it wouldn't do her any good. Later though, it might. Do you understand what I mean? If not, say so. I'll try and explain more." She was still angry. But at the same time, crushing the kid was not something she was apt to do today - the same night she'd found Lorna, perhaps... but not just now.

"I don't know why. Just seemed like a good idea at the time. Haven't you ever done anythin' stupid an wished you hadn't?" Amanda bristled, but only for a moment. "I wish I could turn back the clock an' change it all, but I can't." She rubbed her hand across her forehead. "But I get you. 'Bout Lorna. She's been through enough an' I don't want t' make things worse."

A small nod. Not getting up and leaving the door free for her to pass, but
acknowledging Amanda's words, nonetheless. "Ok. Fair enough. Give her a few days." A sigh. "Come see her before you leave at least. Please."

Amanda nodded glumly; having someone else mention her departure made it hit home all the more - part of her had been hoping if she did enough penance, Pete would change his mind. A stupid idea. "I will." She turned as if to go, and then remembered. "Her hand. Is it okay? She burned it pretty bad."

Alison blinked once. "Her hand?" Frowning, she shook her head, worry creeping into her eyes rather rapidly. "When? How? What happened?" Rapid fire questions, any lingering animosity utterly forgotten in light of this new information.

"The other day, before... um, you know. She had some kind of accident in the kitchen. Burned her hand. Remy came an' got me. I fixed it for her." Amanda hesitated. "She didn't say nothin'?"

"No. How did that happen? It's not like Lorna to... she's never hurt herself in the kitchen before." Shaking her head, Alison sighed. "I'll ask. Thank you for letting me know..." Quite ignoring the reference to Remy, him not being the first (or second, or third) person Alison wished to speak to at the moment. "Thank you for letting me know."

"Least I could do," Amanda said. "I hope I didn't make things worse. For her. Or you."

Shaking her head absently, Alison turned to head back inside the room, with a few rather pointed questions she had to find a subtle way to ask of her roomie.