Lyla stood in the clinic, stock still with bewilderment. She couldn't hear anything over the sound of her blood pumping. Which was strange, because she was certain - undeniably, unquestionably certain - that her heart had skipped a beat.
She was, probably, dead. After all, an epic had just agreed to...she wasn't even sure what to describe it as, she didn't have the words, it was a minor miracle she wasn't hyperventilating on the floor.
Lyla Robins had met multiple epics. Lyla Robins had befriended and had a conversation with actual epics. And Lyla Robins was about to go on a...a road trip with a flesh and blood epic.
Lyla Robins, clearly, was in heaven.
Shock began to wear off, and when it dud, the girls legs gave out. She collapsed against a wall, eyes welling with tears as a strange, almost crazed laugh slipped out.
A day. She had a whole day to prepare. She should probably be getting on with that, but it wasn't as if she had a huge amount of personal effects to manage anyway.
This was the best day of her life. Until tomorrow.
'Packing,' she reminded herself again. Okay, so she didn't have a lot of personal effects, but she had some. She tugged at her one of her pig tail's, practically quivering. She had some clothes that needed packing, obviously. Her photo collection (and her secret photo collection), she should probably say good-bye to some people-
(She shoved that last thought to the back of her mind quickly, ignoring the implicit, painful question of 'Like who?')
Point was, she couldn't spend the whole day loafing around. What if she didn't get everything packed, and was late, and Shiny left without her?
She scrambled to her feet, practically bounding out of the clinic.
She managed to get a few blocks away from the clinic before she couldn't hold it in anymore. She managed to hold it together long enough to duck into an alley - if people saw her giggling in the middle of the street, they might think she was weird - before doubling over, planting her hands on her knees and laughing.
She didn't stop herself this time; she laughed, laughed, and laughed. She felt like bouncing on the heels of her feet; she felt like her knees were weak.
She had thought the day had gotten off to a good start with all the Panda's; such a strange, cool thing, the same kind of off-kilter weirdness that the pig-tailed girl loved. She'd snagged a few pictures of the invasion, thinking she could have used it to convince people she was a bona fide epic lorist. Instead, it would be a forever tribute to the fourth-best thing to happen in the Dalles-
Fourth-best. The number one thing was something she couldn't talk about too openly. Second-best was Shiny's offer. Third was meeting Scribbler...
And all at once, the fact that Lyla had left Scribbler alone in her haste to get packing rushed back.
Oh Calamity. She had just abandoned her in Games' clinic, hadn't she? Well, she had had to, she had to go get ready, but it would still be bad if Scribbler thought badly of her because of it.
No, no way. Scribbler was cool; she'd totally understand how big a deal this was, and how important it was that Lyla get all her stuff ready. She'd understand what a huge opportunity this was for Lyla.
Heck, given the way things were going...
She cast an optimistic eye up, inviting the god in the sky to do... [isomething[/I].
After a few moments - her mood only slightly squashed by the fact that Calamity still hadn't made her an epic - she turned back to what she needed to do.
Packing, she decided firmly. She didn't have much in the world, and less of it was precious to her; her camera, her tattered hoodie, the photographs. She'd need to take a change of clothes or two, but the rest, the government of the Dalles was welcome to. Did she need to return that stuff, or would they send someone to collect it?
Get the photos produced, she realized, adding that to her checklist. She stopped, frowning.
Actually, that one might have been a problem. She needed to get the film in her camera developed; she was starting to run out. No doubt Shiny would be taking her to interesting places and to meet interesting people - what was the epic she mentioned, Skinny Dipper? - and if they were half as open and friendly and amaztastic as Shiny, they were sure to want their pictures taken. And of course they were going to be all that; they were epics.
It wasn't the first time when a digital camera might have made more sense. But getting film printed was trouble either way, and the camera around her neck had a sentimental value that exceeded it's battered frame and semi-cracked lens.
She was getting distracted. She was very distractable. Point was, she was going to need to get the film processed and fast. And if she was going to try and get something fast tracked, that probably meant appealing to some authorities.
At which point, the question became exactly who would be the most sympathetic to her situation. And - for that matter - who she felt like spending more than five minutes in a room with.
After a few minutes thought, the answer came in a spark. Okay, she might not be an epic, but her name was close enough to one. And Glass could be pretty shiny, if you viewed it in the right light.
Well, okay, that was a bit of a stretch. After all, as Autumn constantly reminded people, she was not, in fact, an epic; by definition she wouldn't be as 'shiny' as Shiny Sparkle. Stlll, she was probably Lyla's best chance at getting what she wanted, the person least likely to chastise and berate the photographer.
Still, even Autumn would probably need to be approached carefully about it. Even if she was nice -for a vanilla- and cool -for a vanilla- she was still just a vanilla. She was barely more likely to help Lyla than the likes of Vondra, but only barely. She considered for a second, then pulled the her pigtails out, letting the hair drop around her shoulders. She preferred the pig tails - Shiny seemed to, too - but long hair looked more "adult", grown-up and mature. That would probably be a better place to be bargaining from.
I could say I had some cool photos of the pandas, she thought, walking towards the church. It wasn't even a lie; photos of epics were the kind of thing the authorities in the Dalles would like. That would be a good way to start talking about things.
All I have to do is play it cool. Autumn was a total soft touch, a typical grown-up. She flashed a smile at the guards outside the church, turning her strategy over in her head as she was waved into the office. She even took a moment to straighten up her hoodie, to clean some of the scruff and dirt from of her camera. Cool and mature. Like a war photographer or something? Yeah, totally like that. I can do that.
After a few minutes, she pushed her way into the office, grinning.
"Hi miss Gla-" Wait, Autumn, I should totally call her Autumn, 'cause then we're peers.' "Hi Autumn! So, hey, I was wondering if I could- "
In retrospect, she maybe should have checked if Autumn was alone before talking. In hindsight, she should have asked if Autumn was in a meeting. Looking back at this later, she would probably hit herself for not thinking about what to do if Autumn was talking to the likes of Vondra or Arsenal.
It was a good thing the camera was looped around her neck; if it wasn't, she would have dropped it to the Church floor. Her jaw dropped, pupils dilating, and all thoughts rushed out of her head.
Well, almost all. There was one which didn't, and she quickly gave voice to that one.
"Holy calamity it's Vapour Snake." Her tone was flatter than it should have been, coming face to face with another epic in the space of so many hours.