Seeking a Fix|Neo'anar, New Anarlina

[Darastrix]

"Back so soon?" Clash greeted her with a knowing smile that faded somewhat as she took in the other woman's appearance. Nobody looked that washed-out after one dose of mindmelt. Even if Morrigan were the type to become easily addicted, it'd still be out of her system by now.

"Look," she murmured, stepping closer. "I know you're not one of us and you probably have silly hangups about most of the things we do, but if you're already taking something, you really need to tell me. You know I won't judge, and mixing drugs can be risky business if you don't know what you're doing."

[Kender Bard]

"I'm not," Morrigan protested. "Honest!" Forces, was she already getting a reputation. Paranoia sunk its claws into her a little deeper. "Who said I did?"

~Shhh....~ Frakir whispered. Morrigan shivered, trying to settle her mind from its wild speculations.

She swallowed deeply. "I just... Can't rest. I feel terrible. When I sleep, I don't feel rested. And the lack of rest is making it harder to sleep. It's a vicious cycle. The mindmelt did help though, at least the day I took it."

[Darastrix]

"All right, dear," Clash murmured, reaching out to touch Morrigan's cheek gently with the back of her hand, as though checking for fever. She was getting a feeling she might need to chat with a senior member of her path. She was fine with getting people addicted who were taking things for fun and pleasure, or even to escape for a while, but if Morrigan were ill.... "I'll get you another dose. Do you want to sleep in my room again?"

[Kender Bard]

"I don't know," Morrigan muttered, feeling another surge of paranoia. "I.. No. I want to go back to my own rooms." She fumbled at her coin purse and began counting out coins. "And I'd like more than one dose so I don't need to keep coming back... here." She squirmed with discomfort.

[Darastrix]

"Easy," Clash soothed. "People don't get hurt around here unless they come to test their mettle with the Wrathful and you were just fine last time. But I'll get you more than one." She held her hand out for whatever coin Morrigan would give; she wasn't sure the other priestess was in the best state to do math at present.

[Kender Bard]

Evidently Morrigan wasn't she put three coins in the priestess's hand, paused, and drew five more out. It just about depleted her coinpurse but she didn't bat an eye at giving it all over. She blinked rapidly, giving a random shiver. Everyone was watching. She could feel their eyes on her. Judging her. She just needed medicine, Taed damnit!

"What?" she snapped at a random priest who had barely glanced at her. The priest quirked an eyebrow and went back to his own business. "Easy, right." Morrigan took a deep breath and tried to calm down. In and out. She'd make this quick. Save what she could of her reputation and wait for this all to blow over.

[Darastrix]

Ooookay. This was.... Yeah. There was something wrong with the woman. Not the fun kind of wrong, either, by her guess. "I'll be back in a moment."

"Got a woman wanting some more mindmelt," she said as she entered the Addicts' area, coins jingling in her palm. "But I'm not sure about this."

[Kender Bard]

"Why not?" one of the other Addicts slurred, his eyes closed. Whatever he was taking it was putting him into a very lethargic state. "She get sick on the first dose or something?"

One of the Greedy Addicts huffed. "She paid you, just deliver it."

[Darastrix]

Clash sighed softly through her nose. She loved her path (pretty colours everywhere) but dealing with her pathmates could be trying at times. "She wanted it because she's sick. Stressed out, can't sleep. Healer couldn't do anything. That was a few days ago, so she's not hooked yet, but she looks worse than she did before."

[Kender Bard]

The sleepy Addict yawned widely. "Well... I guess you could give her another dose then put a healer on her ass."

The Greedy-Addict looked a bit less sure. "Well how sick does she look? If it's bad enough, maybe you should march her over to a healer right now. We don't want to get a worse reputation than we already have."

[Darastrix]

"If I didn't know better, I'd think she'd been cut off from something else," Clash said. "But if that were the case, she could just ask for whatever she's missing. She looked tired and tense the first time I saw her, but now she seems on-edge on top of that. I guess losing enough sleep could make a person edgy, but I don't know."

[Kender Bard]

"Ehhh," the Greedy-Addict muttered. "It's your judgment. This seems a little bit out of our hands. If you think giving her more of the stuff will hurt more than help, then don't bother. We're not healers, for Soahc's sake. You could tell her your concerns; maybe she'll change her mind and go see a healer. And if she doesn't want too... Well its her choice to indulge in her sin as much as she wants, even if it kills her. Just so long as our hands are clean."

[Darastrix]

"I'm going to give her less than she asked for," Clash said, moving to take a portion of mindmelt to divide between two small twists of paper. Total, it was a little more than she'd given Morrigan the first time, but not nearly twice the dose. "I'm not sure she wouldn't try to down both at once with how she's feeling. I do hope she'll see a healer again. Soahc knows she needs it."

She took the mindmelt back to Morrigan, but first held out a few of the coins she'd given. "You didn't need to pay quite so much," she told her. "But please, you need to visit a healer again. You seem like you're getting worse and this isn't a medicine. Mindmelt is lovely for relaxing, but too much can still kill you."

[Kender Bard]

Morrigan blinked at that and gave a distracted nod. "All right," she agreed quietly. She slipped the coins into a pocket. "When I get some sleep."

[Darastrix]

Warning given, Clash offered her the mindmelt. "When you do sleep, you might want to let one of your fellow priests know and ask them to check in on you. You don't have to tell them what you've taken," she added, remembering how edgy Morrigan had been acting. "Just say that you don't feel well and that it would be appreciated. And my room is still open."