::Paige opens the door and shows Lirie in.::

"Okay, so I already showed you the bathroom on the way, aaaand..."

::She leaves for a minute, then comes back with two large white towels piled in her arms.::

"Here's some towels. Okay?"

"Kay..."

:: Lirie grins sleepily, taking the towels. All the sleep-pretence really got her in the mood. She makes a XoX at Paige and turns towards the bed, kicking her boots on the way, tossing the towels onto a chair - she didn't get why she was handed them in the first place - and shrugging out of her jacket, leaving it on the floor. Crawling onto the bed and taking a few moments to turns around, dig into the sheets and properly settles down, she mumbles quietly between yawns. ::

"Best... Paige... evah..."

:: Finally settled, she pulls the covers over her head and drifts off. ::

::Let's say Paige left and Lirie closed the door before going to bed rather than Paige standing there and watching her creepily. The whitelighter has gone through to her room.::

:: Lirie practically jumps off her bed, a piercing shriek escaping her throat. Eyes wide open and filled with dread, she scans the room frantically, her breathing heavy and cumbersome. Cold sweat covers her body and the heart inside her chest beating like a deranged beast. Again those dreams, the same ones over and over again, every time if she allows herself to sleep properly. Suddenly the feel of the cotton sheets and the soft bed hold no comfort for her, and she finds herself crawling out of the bed onto the floor on all four.

She sits down beside the bed, eyes still wide as they slowly adjust to the darkness around her. She is not panicked, she knows where she is and what is happening, but the terror is there still. It simply doesn't help knowing that her demons aren't real. Releasing a shaky breath, she climbs onto her feet and heads towards the door. Barefoot and somewhat cold, she needs to get out of this room. On slightly wobbly legs she steps into the upstairs hallway. ::

:: A huge silvery puddles slithers under the closed door, containing yours truly and Georgia. It slithers right over to the bed, where Lirie unpuddlifies the two and flops the drunken lass onto the mattress, picking her feet up and dropping them onto the bed as well. With shoes and all. Lirie's not used to taking care of people. ::

"Erm... need anything? Water, blankets, a bucket?"

(Did she call me fat?)

"Did you call me fat?"

::She snuggles into the blankets.::

"This is nice. And no, I should be fine. Unless you can think of a miracle hangover cure."

"I actually can, but I'm not sure where I could find a baby seal in this hour."

:: Mind trails off. ::

"Innycase, I'll try to find something. If you need anything, just scream like you're being murdered. I'm sure someone would hear."

:: She gives a curt nod, picks up her boots and leaves towards the parlour. ::

::After sleeping off much of her hangover, Georgia wakes up again, in a much better mood than she was before. She still feels... delicate, with a pretty bad headache and a bit of an upset stomach, but she feels okay enough to head downstairs. She stretches, then gets out of bed, heading to the upstairs hallway.::

::Jasmine leads her parents into the room, which is naturally adorned with fresh bedclothes and towels.::

"Here we are."

::She closes the door quietly and turns to face them. It's evident she's not happy.::

::Lucinda turns to look at her daughter. She looks sympathetic.::

"You haven't told anyone."

::Jasmine sighs.::

"No, I haven't. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't."

::The psychic swallows, looking ill. Whether this is because she actually is sick, or from nerves and emotion, or the current moment she's having with her parents...::

"But why? You need to have sup-"

"What I need-"

::Jasmine cuts over the top of her mother's words.::

"Is to get away. I've been doing good. Really. Work is good. My friends are good. My social life is good. Okay? Please stop treating me like I'm still a teenager."

::Lucinda's mouth tightens, but she doesn't say anything. She thinks, though. It wasn't just when you were a teenager.::

::Jasmine sighs, hearing this, then gives her mother a hug if only to shut her up. Then she gives her dad one, so he won't complain.::

"Go to bed. The room is en suite so you've sorta got everything you need. For now, yeah? And I'll see you in the morning. All right? No sneaking around - the kids don't know you're hear and you'll scare the heck out of them. Okay?"

::The psychic opens the door and looks at her parents for a moment. She frowns, suddenly feeling really sad. Then she closes the door and goes back down to the hallway.::

::Lucinda turns to Richard.::

"I swear, I can't help it."

"You're her mum, it's your right."

::Richard gives Lucy a concerned smile, then glances at the door.::

"Let's cut her a break and give her some peace though, eh? At least until Wednesday."

::Lucinda chuckles.::

"I suppose I have been a little full on for just having set my feet on the ground."

"Maybe a little. But that's what I love about you."

::Richard kisses Lucinda softly, then turns to check out the bathroom.::

(This place has it all.)

"Got a toothbrush, sweetheart."

::He opens packets and starts brushing his teeth, using his free hand to take his trousers off so he can sleep in his t-shirt and boxers.::

::Joining her husband, Lucy brushes her teeth too, and after a little while longer of getting ready for bed, the two turn off the lights and go off to sleepyland.::

[The building shakes with a loud, angry earthquake.]

::Lucinda wakes up with a start.::

"Richard!"

::Richard wakes up too, surprised by the violent movements of the bed.::

::Lucinda takes this opportunity to push herself into her husband's arms. She's afraid. She's never experienced anything like this before.::

"Richard, I'm scared."

"It's all right, I've got you."

::Wrapping his arms around Lucinda, Richard kisses her forehead and holds her tightly.::

"I've got you."

"Something's not right."

"What, you mean the earth coming to pieces isn't normal? Crikey, love, I really thought-"

"That's not what I mean."

::Lucinda hisses at Richard, giving him a venomous look.::

::Richard quietens down, as the earthquake also begins to.::

"I thought you didn't..."

"I don't. That's why..."

"Oh."

::Richard sits up, crossing his legs and sitting on the bed facing Lucinda with concern.::

"So what...?"

"I don't know."

::Lucy shakes her head a little. She sits up too, her hand moving down to her stomach which she rubs slowly.::

"I..."

::Richard's eyes follow Lucinda's hand, then move back to her face.::

::Lucinda shakes her head again, then shrugs in a resigned manner.::

"I don't know."

::And that's that.::

::Richard nods.::

"All right. Just take it easy, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I am."

::Lucinda grimaces.::

"I don't know, Richie. I think we've come at a bad time for them. Jasmine's hiding things from us and Azura... well, she just doesn't seem pleased to see me at all. Like... at all."

"Luce. Hey."

::Richard reaches out and takes his wife's free hand, holding it gently between his own.::

"She's barely met you. And she's got a lot of things to process, y'know? The past isn't even gone for you, so you can hardly expect her to get by things on just learning them, yeah?"

"I didn't even tell her the truth."

"She'll know the truth."

::Richard's jaw works a little, chewing on words unsaid.::

"And how does that make me look? Like a coward."

::Lucinda sighs.::

"I don't know. I just... I thought all of this would've gone so differently. And now there's earthquakes and missing spouses and Jasmine's sick and... I don't know. It's just... we shouldn't have come."