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Time: September 3, 2000
Status: Private - Sphix and Anathema (complete)
Setting: The hospital wing
Summary: The sphinx has had enough of her itch.



The sphinx was completely vexed. What had first been a barely noticeable itch had, over the course of a few weeks, turned into a maddening itch instead. Then it had transformed into something unbearable.

She had tried not to think about it. The sphinx had attempted to occupy her mind by making some occasional expeditions to the upper floors of the building and, after it no longer offered sufficient excitement, by starting to systematically open every locked door she could find in the cellar. When it came to tearing down doors, lion paws were surprisingly useful. The sphinx had found some interesting things lying around in some of those locked rooms, apparently forgotten by everyone else. She had arranged some crates into piles and amused herself by knocking them all down. Then even that stopped helping to direct her attention away from the itch, and after she accidentally scratched her neck with a claw, she turned back into a woman and stalked off to find some help. Hadn’t she seen a hospital here somewhere? In a hospital there was bound to be someone who knew what to do.

When she walked up the stairs she started to sing. She hadn’t sung anything in a while, and it would keep her mind away from the itch till she reached the hospital, wherever it was. She didn’t have any tune or rhythm or words in her mind, but that had never stopped her before.

“I see some stairs and now I hit my toe and there are some lamps in the ceiling”, she sang in Greek. “And I haven’t met Hera and that is actually a very nice thing, because I wouldn’t care to see her, either…”

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[anathema-witch.livejournal.com]

Someone was singing in a language that she didn't quite recognise. And they were getting closer to the hospital wing and herself. Anathema looked around herself to make sure anyhting for minor cuts and scrapes were at the ready, as that was what she usually got in here. And then most of the time, an angel could readily heal them, but she worked days and Gabriel nights, and at least she was doing soemthing slightly useful. If anything major rocked up, Gabriel could be called anyway.

She shook her head to stop her stream of conscience and wondered if the person singing was someone whose rooms were on this floor, or someone who actually needed her.

[theban-sphinx.livejournal.com]

“And now I see the hospital and that is really nice, too, because I was getting irritated enough to eat someone”, the sphinx sung. She would have liked to eat someone, actually, but she suspected that counted as harming people, and Apollo would not like that.

She stopped singing and went to the hospital door. The sphinx jerked it open and peered inside. There was a not-Greek woman there - she did look quite delicious, but, as Sphix reminded herself, Apollo probably would mind if she ate her - who was probably a doctor. The sphinx smiled an archaic smile and strode in.

“Hey, you”, she said. “I need something for an itch. Now.”