Room 502/4/6, Saturday night

[nadiathesaint]

When Nadia got back to her room after putting everything away and getting checked out in the clinic, she was still wiggling her fingers around and occasionally feeling her wrist through the ace bandage to reassure herself that it was, in fact, still there. She had bruises on her neck, was back to wearing the damned shoulder brace, and was dingy from the fight, but all she really cared about was that Bel was back and so was her hand.

She flopped onto her bed and wished Walter was back.

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[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse came back from handwavey not too long after, taking a moment before he realized Nadia was in the room. He was about to greet her, but then he noticed her injuries and instead went for blinking a lot. "Nadia?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia waved at Al and was far to pleased with the movement. "I have my hand back!"

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"What?" This was followed by a very confused look. "You're hurt! What happened?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I'm fine," Nadia said, and she was, albeit a bit loopy from the after effects of adrenalin and shock. "We went to rescue Bel. Aziraphale cut my hand off. But he put it back on."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse paused, leaving his mouth slightly open as he tried to piece all that together in his mind. One part of that stuck out the most, and so he ventured slowly with, "... Rescue Bel?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Yep. He wasn't really dead. Well, he was dead, but he was also in this big sandy place, so we had to go get him. And we did and he's back, now."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"He's back?" Alphonse said in surprise. "That... That's great!" He was genuinely glad about Bel actually being back, but there was a part of him that didn't know how to feel about it. It was, after all, a successful attempt at bringing someone back from the dead. Alphonse tried to not let any of his thoughts show, though, and instead smiled for the part that was happy for the good news.

[nadiathesaint]

"Mmhm." Nadia's cheer faded a bit. "He went to hell and we got him back . . . some people just kind of go away like stupid people and don't answer your calls or anything. . . ."

Stupid Walter and his stupid being "out".

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Just kind of go away?

Alphonse frowned for a moment before sighing and letting that one go, realizing that last bit was probably about something else entirely. He doubted phone calls had anything to do with Bel now. Alphonse took a seat on his bed, then regarded Walter's own when the light bulb finally clicked on. "Oh," he began. "That's right, Walter's been gone."

[nadiathesaint]

"'Out'." Yeah, that got airquotes and all. "Probably completely pissed off at me for going on a trip with Jamie. But he wasn't around for me to invite him and it takes a really long time to drive to Florida and I just wanted to go some place warm for once and spring break was almost over!"

This is obviously something she's been thinking about, and fretting about, and worrying about, and . . . well, you get the point, for awhile now.

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Out," he corrected himself. "Um, would he get mad over something like that?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia sighed. "Yes. I think he would. And I think he is. And I don't know what to do about it because he won't answer the phone and I don't want to go try to find him because that would just make him even more mad."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"Hm," Alphonse scratched the side of his head and thought, but came up with nothing. "I guess all we can do is wait for him to come back. Hopefully he won't be gone for too much longer."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Nadia, I had an idea for a jam session with... what happened to you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked up at Pip with a slightly loopy grin. "We got Bel back!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Bel back? Bel's dead. No coming back."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia waved her bandaged arm at him. "The wounds do not lie. He was only mostly dead. He was in this big sandy place and we had to do a spell and fight and I dislocated my shoulder again, but I put it back in place--well, the tongue helped--but then it wouldn't let go of my wrist and Aziraphale came to help but he cut my hand off but he put it back on when we got back to his place with Bel and so everything's okay now."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"... I'm confused. But the practical upshot is that you had to fight something, cast some voodoo, and Belthazor's not dead?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah. Wish everything was that easy to fix." Nadia frowned as she felt something . . . kinda weird . . . nagging at the back of her mind, but brushed it off. "But he's back."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Wow. That's... wow, that's fantastic. That's amazingly fantastic," Pip said, sitting down. "Does Phoebe know?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's frowned turned into a slightly lazy grin on one side as part of the weird feeling became more familiar. "Uh-huh. She was there."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Ahh. Well then, we won't be seeing them for some time. Maybe I'll slide some crepes under the door so that they remember to eat."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia giggled a bit more than the joke deserved.

Yeah, she definitely knew what she was feeling, now. Though it seemed entirely unfair that she should start getting horny when Walter was out sulking on the preserve.

Or when she was as tired as she was.

Weird.

"Yeah. Lucky them."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "Well, that good news aside... what did I come in here to talk to you about... something to do with guitars..."

Guitars.

Guitar players.

Mariachis.

El Pistolero.

Crap. He really should tell Nadia about that.

[nadiathesaint]

"Jamming, you said." And, woah, that felt kinda neat.

Where was this coming from?

She glanced over at Walter's bed and bit her lip for a second.

"You got an idea. . . ."