Room 317- Saturday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia sat in her room, sitting in front of the bay window she'd totally always had, gazing outside and looking pensive.

Her life was finally going right! She'd gotten treatment to remove her evil, blackmailing personality Mia from her brain, she was studying to be a doctor, and everything seemed right in her world. But she couldn't shake the feeling that that was all about to end terribly somehow.

And then, she smirked. Because her split personality had just come back, right this second, because it totally worked that way, right?


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[notconflicted]

Ooh, secrets.

"Of course," Mia said. "What did you want to tell me?"

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"It's more a request," Eleanor admitted, smiling at her dear friend Sia that she'd never been onscreen with before. She was newly cast; they were probably childhood friends or something. The writers hadn't bothered to look it up. "I hope you understand this is very private. I ... didn't know who else I could ask."

Other than her massive extended Skywalker clan, obviously.

[notconflicted]

"Of course. What did you need to ask?" Hopefully it was something amazing, and blackmailable.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor dropped her eyes as she slinked into the room, careful to shut the door behind her.

"Listen, I -- I'm not an addict," she said firmly. "I can quit any time I want. It's these shows in Europe, they're tiring me out, and I just ... started with a little caffeine here and there, you know, to keep me awake?"

Entirely innocent, Sia. Really.

[notconflicted]

Ooh, this was just what she wanted to hear.

"Of course. Who hasn't tried a little caffeine now and then?" Mia said encouragingly.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Everyone!" Eleanor insisted, so pleased that Sia understood. "It's just what you do in Europe! They're not as provincial as we are here in the States!"

Eleanor put a hand against her face and sighed. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she admitted. "I could only bring a few on the plane -- you know how strict they are on international flights."

[notconflicted]

"I'm sure someone would be able to get you more. If you asked nicely," Mia told her.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Do you know someone?" Eleanor asked, lowering her voice. "I can ask very nicely."

[notconflicted]

Mia leaned in, conspiratorially. "I think you might be able to talk to Cade to solve your problems."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor's eyes lit up. She reached to grasp one of Sia's hands.

"Thank you," she said. "How can I ever thank you?"

[notconflicted]

"Oh," Mia said. "I'm sure I'll come up with something."