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Pot brownies, eh? That explains a lot. She winks at Ziggy. I could do with a little relaxing, but that's not my poison. Hang on. Ylva walks back over to the food and piles a few things onto a plate. She grabs herself a beer and returns to sit down next to Venus.Hey Ziggy, I'm Ylva, sorry did I forget to slip that in? Temporarily distracted by Lilly flashing by Does she look worried? Drunk fight already? Ylva almost missed Ziggy's not so coherent speech.

Suddenly selfconscious, Ylva runs her free hand through her hair. She gulps down some beer and nibbles on a waffle. Then she shrugs. We can't all look good all the time, can we? Comes with the hair, I guess. So, how did you guys end up here? Nibbling on her brownie, Ylva took the time to take it all in and center herself. She looked around the room, watching everyone have fun, and for the first time in a very long time, Ylva realised she felt like she belonged somewhere. She smiled to herself and leaned back in the sofa, enjoying the stuff happening around her.

Suddenly she realized the other guy in the group hadn't said a word. He didn't even seem to register they were there. Guess he's not handling them too well? Ylva smiled. Maybe she'd try one later, when she felt a little more grounded.


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Confused and more than a little frightened, Ylva shook her head. Sounds that did not make sense bombarded her ears. Bodiless voices floated around her. They were speaking in a language that she recognized, yet nothing she heard made sense to her.
She leaned back against the wall. Somehow, she had known it was there, without looking. She took a few deep breaths and carefully opened her eyes. At first the light was overwhelming, and all she could see were shadows moving around in the distance. She started to breathe faster, a feeling of panic rising from her stomach. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, Ylva began to recognize her surroundings. The Party she thought to herself. Just breathe! New school, new people, new party!

Relieved, Ylva took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. How long had she been out of it? And what had triggered it this time? Ylva had had spells like these before, but they usually occurred when she was stressed out or communicating with the other side. And she always felt it coming, except for this one. Also, she didn't remember anything. It was as if she'd been drawn into a dead line. She shook her head again, and shrugged her shoulders. This was not the time to worry about that. She would have ample time for that later tonight. Great, another sleepless night! No wonder! I'm probably dreamwalking.
The more she calmed down, the more Ylva looked around. She vaguely remembered someone trying to talk to her. His voice had brought her back to the present. She looked around the dorm full of new people, recognizing a few faces here and there and slowly she fell back into place.

Unwilling to draw too much attention to herself, she pushed away from the wall and found that she could stand on her own. She hesitantly took a few steps and smiled. Balance is good. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound of her stomach rumbling, Balance is good. Food is better and Ylva instinctively walked towards the food. She put the plate of waffles she'd been carrying down and grabbed a few pieces of chicken. Perfect! then huh, that was weird! She finished her chicken, staring thoughtfully ahead, and looked around for something sweeter. She caught sight of the brownies and decided to go make a few friends. Completely ignoring her own absent spell and waffles, Ylva smiled as she sat down and pointed at the brownies. Hello, is there room for one more? These look great!

@TheGrundlesnart sweet! Getting away with murder, I like that...
Save me a brownie? :)
Okay guys... two things...

first: how do y'all make them fancy headers? Sorry, my nerdness is failing me here!

Second: sorry for my prolonged absence. I reported this to the GM's beforehand, but still...
About 2 weeks ago, my husband went in for major surgery. I knew that this would mean I'd be offline for a week or so, while he was in the ICU, and promised I'd catch up asap. What I didn't see coming, what nobody saw coming, was that my husband would not make it out of the hospital. The surgery was a success, but he died of complications about a week ago, and then I suddenly had a funeral to plan.

Ylva will be making her comeback this week, and I look forward to our little breaks from reality!
Special apologies to Buford, I will make it up to him, I promise!
Ylva Ulven


Ylva really hated being poor, and had headed straight into her usual mode of overcompensation. She had spent the day helping others and running errands. She had even been part of an epic shopping run, with other people's money. She had snuck in a few things for herself. She did not have money, but she was good in the kitchen, and what she had in mind didn't cost much anyway. She'd grabbed some eggs, flower, sugar and milk, and added 5 dollars to the stash of cash they'd been shopping with.

Back in the dorm, Ylva mixed the flower and the sugar in a bowl. She added milk and eggs and mixed the whole thing into a nice batter. She hummed a childrens' song as she tossed some butter she found in the fridge into a pan and waited for it to melt. When this was done, she added some baking powder she'd brought from home and the melted butter to her batter and stirred gently. When she was satisfied with the consistency, she covered the bowl with a towel and put in on the table to rise. Having an hour to kill, Ylva cleaned the kitchen, fetched and cleaned her waffle iron. As she was making the waffles, she pondered the past week, which had flown by.

All the new impressions, the building, the classes, and having to live in English, she liked it, but it took a little getting used to. It took a lot of energy, but she felt like she really could make this work. She felt like she belonged here, somehow. It was little things, like how she normally had issues sleeping in new places, but had slept like a log from the first day here. Or the fact that it had taken her 6 weeks to find her way around her relatively small secondary school, but managed to find her way here almost instictively. She smiled to herself as she marveled at how quickly she had settled in and finished making her enormous pile of waffles, still humming childrens' songs.

When she was done, she returned to her room, showered and changed into her party outfit. she hadn't brought any fancy clothes, in fact, she didn't own any, but she had treated herself to a lovely new shirt before she left. It was a deep green and it really brought out the colour of her eyes and hair. She paired it with a pair of light blue jeans and her favourite boots. She put her hair back in a simple pony tail and added a minimal amount of make up. Armed with her waffles and as dressed up as she'd ever been, Ylva left her room, and went out looking for a good time.
Hey guys,

For the record, I won't be online much this coming week. My husband is going in for some major surgery and I'll be in and out of the ICU taking care of things.
Please feel free to drag Ylva along in whatever hairbrained schemes you have planned out for our group, but do keep her character into account?

Cheers!
Game!
As soon as my cold fades, and the fever breaks, I'll be all over this.
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