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[the_lioness]

The best thing about bed rest, Alanna quickly decides, is that the bedroom has become her own personal domain.

Not that Adam doesn't spend time or sleep here. He does. It's just that his belongings have slowly migrated to the outer rooms as he brings Alanna things to keep her entertained. Eventually he realizes that Puff has systematically seen to this, and just sighs at the mischievous sparkle in Alanna's eyes. The dragon clearly keeps her occupied and amused, so he doesn't argue. Much.

Alanna misses the cats, but Puff is great company and can often be found curled up on the pillow beside the knight's head. Every evening, Adam removes books, maps and various papers, then moves the dragon over; it's hard to find space on the bed. Several chairs have been moved into the room, along with the television and a table Alanna can use to write. The room itself is bright and airy during the day; the sheer, silky drapes flutter slightly in the small amount of wind that works its way in through the crack in the window. Alanna insists on that crack, despite the extra sweater it forces her to don. She needs that connection to fresh air.

As bed rest goes, it's not bad. But it is boring, and Alanna looks forward to any and all visitors.

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[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

It's something of a lucky stroke that Gibbs wandered inside today. And that he saw the note. And that he could read it. And that he was able to find his way here. But one of his skills is that he can be where he needs to be when he needs to.

"Alanna?" He peeks his head around the door, not entirely sure he should be entering even Alanna's bedroom without an invitation.

[the_lioness]

The doors are mostly open during the day, but Puff had shoved this one partially closed in an effort to get at an article of clothing. Alanna looks up from her book in surprise, spares a glance for the dragon and smiles. The book is unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

"Hullo, Gibbs. Come in! I promise I won't bite."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

When she reads Alanna's plea for company, Goldy is quick to respond—and not just for the sake of the knight's sanity.

Though her emotions may still be walled off for the most part, she has been doing a little better since her chat with James Bond. Thanks to his casino idea, she has a new project to occupy her and distract her, thus keeping all potential meltdowns at bay. However, she could still use some genuine non-sexual companionship. And who better to provide it than her oldest bar friend?

When she arrives at Alanna's room, her hands are well and truly tied up in the carrying of several large gift-wrapped parcels, so she kicks at the door a few times instead of knocking.

"Hello? Alanna?"

[the_lioness]

"It's open," comes a loud cry. Alanna sounds distracted, but it is also fairly evident that she has gotten very good at raising her voice.

It's possible she ascertains the identity of her visitor. There's no recognition of it, and she says nothing else. Just inside the front door, sounds of fighting can be heard from the bedroom.

Alanna is watching a kung fu movie.

Intently.

[wizard_dresden]

"I have no weapons that need cleaning, but I did manage to rustle up a Buick - upside down and everything."

Or - I just talked to the Bar and she gave me this little cake shaped like an upside-down car that could be a Buick.

[the_lioness]

Each time someone comes to her door, Alanna gives a thought to personal safety, reminding herself she's not exactly in fighting condition. But then she smirks and laughs it off, feeling unused reserves of her Gift and the dagger hilt under her pillow.

Puff is also quite useful in a pinch.

This is why, when Harry pokes his head in, she simply quirks an eyebrow and grins. She's glad of the distraction.

"I've never heard of a Buick, but it looks delicious."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine peers around the door frame, smiling tentatively. "Alanna?"

[the_lioness]

"Elaine!"

Smiling, Alanna struggles to sit up.

"I take it you saw my note," she says, blushing faintly.

[heads-you-live.livejournal.com]

Domino, just a little older, and far wiser than the last time she'd been in the bar, happened to see the plea for company note about weapons and the cleaning of them.

She wasnt the sort, usually, to let other people near her weapons, but she also wasn't going to get down on someone for doing the natural thing and getting pregnant, wasn't her idea of a good time.

So, that said, there was a bottle-blonde bounty hunter in an oversized sweater and a pair of battered jeans peeking around the doorway, "Hullo?" A pause and then: "I brought pizza and ice cream." Because that was what Bar had given her when she'd asked for something that would be good for a pregnant woman.

[the_lioness]

Alanna blinks.

Her face is carefully expressionless; she hasn't survived this long by betraying her emotions when it really matters. Something in the back of her mind tells her this isn't Elizabeth, but she's wary all the same.

All right, perhaps a little something slips. She eyes the pizza hungrily.

"Hullo," she responds cautiously. "I've become greatly enamored of pizza and ice cream. Thank you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

There is a knock on the door.

A voice calls out from beyond: "Hey, I heard someone ate a camel and is on bedrest."

[the_lioness]

The knock startles Alanna away from her pensive contemplation of the gray and dreary winter sky visible through the window. It's raining, and although she would be hard-pressed to come up with something more boring to do, she hasn't been able to stop watching the rain fall for the last hour.

The sound of Bernard's voice, however, makes her grin widely. The book propped against her stomach falls to the side as she pushes herself into a less dejected looking sort of position.

"If that is some sort of modern metaphor for what one does to get in my current state, I'm afraid you lost me," she replies, loud enough for her voice to carry. "It's open!"

[balletrat]

*As far as bed rest is concerned, what better kind of food can there be than chocolate?

This is Meg's assumption, anyways, as she knocks on the door, clutching a slightly enormous tin of truffles (the chocolate variety) in her left hand.*

Salut?

[the_lioness]

Alanna would know that greeting -- and that voice -- anywhere. Having spent the last hour napping, she is alert and itching for something to do. Several chunks of red hair are escaping her ponytail and her sweater is on inside out, but there's a devilish grin on her face as she sits up.

"If you would, Puff?"

Lazily, the dragon flaps to the door and pushes it open with her snout, gazing up at the small blonde girl with a suspicious expression.

She has some sort of candy.

She'll do.

"Back here, Meg!"

[alwaysroomforhope]

Stephanie, at some stage, pops her head around the door too.

"...hi? I'm totally not sure you wanted me to visit, I mean, like, when I was pregnant I pretty much didn't want anyone to see me ever, but then I figured, at least I could get out and move around, it must pretty much totally suck..."

She backs through the door. She's carrying vast quantities of sweets, chocolates and other things.

"...plus I just wanted to eat, like, all the time, so I brought you stuff."

And then she looks up. Luckily, she is in the right room.

[the_lioness]

Lucky for Alanna!

The prisoner (as she has taken to calling herself today) looks up from the bed. Her eyes go wide, first at the amount of stuff in Steph's hands, then at her words.

Did Steph mention at one point that she had been pregnant? Thinking hard, Alanna smiles slowly and gestures to the mostly clean side of the bed.

"I love stuff. And I'm extremely glad for the company. It is remarkably boring back here. Have a seat!"

[court-drunk.livejournal.com]

Myles weaves his way carefully through the bar, taking care not to drop any of the many varied items he's carrying. It's no easy task - really, he ought to have brought a second bag - but what kind of father would he be, if he didn't make this trip?

Thankfully by now, he's learned the way to Alanna and Adam's rooms.

When he reaches the door, he carefully shuffles some items around and knocks.

[the_lioness]

"Come in," Alanna calls from the bed, where she is bent over a large sketch pad. It's a rare sight, one Myles has probably never seen, and not because of her enormous belly. Alanna isn't known for her artistic ability. Still, she seems hard at work, lip caught between her teeth and red hair trailing over her shoulder.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom hopes that she looks forward to him the most.

He ducks through the door, wary*

Is there anything live in here?

[the_lioness]

In the hopes of a peaceful visit, we won't dissuade him from that notion. Alanna certainly appears overjoyed to hear his voice, practically rolling herself out of bed to see around the door.

"If you mean pets, there's only Puff. No cats," she assures him.

Grinning, she waves Puff under the covers.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[invitations? Permision? They are clearly for other people, for the door opens and Delia peerings in. She looks slim and lovely and pretty as a picture, as per normal. Anything else is hard to tell]

My, my, Alanna, you do have a nice little set-up.

[the_lioness]

To be fair, Alanna issued a blanket invitation to most of the bar. The possibility that Delia might visit hadn't really occurred to her. Even so, she's not angry or disappointed to see the Lady of Eldorne, merely curious. And maybe a little cautious.

"It's not bad," Alanna says, watching Delia closely.

[slayer_fray]

Of course, she's not been back long enough to really sort through paperwork, much, but Mel counts checking up on people more important.

Especially active fighty people who aren't allowed to be active or fighty. That has to

suck

.

Naturally, Mel considers knocking and invitations to come in for vampires, so she doesn't. She just opens the door, and stares.

"How many of the things have you got

in

you?"

[the_lioness]

The door opens and Alanna, who has been feeling particularly jumpy as of late, already has her hand sliding under her pillow and wrapped around a dagger before she processes the identity of her guest.

She stares.

Mel?!?

Alanna bursts into tears. Her chin juts out stubbornly, like she'll try to deny she's crying if Mel calls attention to it.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Checking in with Alanna is also a high priority for Indy on his return. He lets himself in without knocking, almost as audaciously as Mel, and leans up against the bedroom door jamb. He has no ostensible gifts or care packages about his person, though his canvas pouch is hanging off one shoulder, and it looks to have something quite heavy within it.

With eyebrows high and a typically lazy smirk hanging off his features, he focuses on her belly.

"Damn 'lana, are ya gestating a small moon in there?"

[the_lioness]

Indy is treated to a blank stare, long enough for Alanna to ascertain that he is unharmed, and is then hit squarely in the face with a down pillow.

"Why must everyone call attention to my stomach before even saying hello? I realize it physically precedes me into any conversation, but this is a bit ridiculous." Her eyes flash a warning look. "Don't you dare say you need your ass healed."

Secretly, she's delighted to see him.

[joye-of-snackes.livejournal.com]

"Heeeeelllllooo?"

The door is pushed open inoffensively, giving way to a small, elderly woman dressed almost completely in black, from the rim of her dress (underwhich occasionally can be seen the tip of a heavy boot) to the very top of her large pointed hat.

"This where the weapon cleaner is?"

And indeed, she's carrying in her hand a very plain, but functional carving knife.

[the_lioness]

It has been a long, boring day, full of maps, missives and maudlin thoughts about war, so it is with pleasant surprise that Alanna pokes her head up from the nest of pillows. The mention of weapons doesn't hurt, either.

"Aye, it is!" is her muffled reply. Frowning, she does a swift battle with encroaching bed covers and smiles at the woman.

Alanna is not easily charmed. She's too levelheaded for that. And yet, she finds herself liking this stranger on sight. The hat is a bit strange, but far be it from Alanna to express intolerance toward odd fashion choices.

[pirate_jack]

He might well have lingered longer in the outer rooms -- and if there'd been anything small and portable that found its way into his pockets, likely it would have been accidental, really -- save for the baleful stare of the little purple dragon. For her part, Puff does her best to herd him along with screeched hisses and a few well-placed flaps of her wings.

As a result, when Jack backs through the door into Alanna's bedroom, he's keeping a wary eye on Puff and less of one on where he's going.

This is probably why he trips on the doorframe and nearly goes sprawling before he catches himself, arms flailing.

"Bugger."

[the_lioness]

The television is switched off, briefly leaving the room in silence. Extending her neck, Puff looks up at Jack with large golden eyes and trills a lighthearted note. She lifts first one leg, then the other, flapping her wings as she staggers about. The dragon is laughing at the pirate.

Alanna isn't laughing. No. Not at all. That smirk was there before Jack arrived, honest.

"Hullo," Alanna manages, blinking at Jack with an expression not unlike her dragon's. "Careful, the room is a mess. Wouldn't want you to land in a box of chocolate."

Puff purrs. Sssure we would.

[futures_of_ash]

They'd agreed to let Adam get a little stressed with a bed bound Alanna before springing flying on him...

They'd probably agreed on a week...

But Rachel was never good with time, so the "week" part was a bit iffy by the time there was a cheerful tap at the window. What flying adventure. probably unapproved by Adam, shouldn't start by unconventional entrances?

[the_lioness]

Certainly not this one.

Alanna slowly opens her eyes and looks at the window without moving her head. She smiles. A moment later, the window opens in a wave of purple light.

"That's the first time someone has used the window as a door. I don't disapprove."

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

Inara knocks on the door gently, then opens it and peers around into the lovely room. She sees the large figure in the bed and smiles, stepping inside, keeping one hand behind her back.

"Hey you. How are you holding up?"

[the_lioness]

Inara looks so lovely, graceful and composed. Alanna almost hates her. Except that she totally doesn't, and smiles happily to see her friend.

"Better now that I have company," she replies. "Otherwise rather bored."

Shockingly.

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker, who can't not wonder what's behind doors, knocks, curious.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, then.

[the_lioness]

"Come in," Alanna calls, without looking up from her book.

It has been a very cold day. If Parker can find her, she's buried under layers of blankets and sweaters, a leather bound book on Carthak propped against her stomach. Her fingers curl around the hilt of her dagger, just in case.

"Just let me finish this sentence."

[un_fallen]

Raguel pokes his head cautiously around the door. He sees Alanna situated in the bed, surrounded by amusements from Adam and gifts from well-wishers like a queen among her tributes.

"Evening," he says, reverentially.

[the_lioness]

She would laugh heartily at the comparison.

Looking up, Alanna raises a hand in greeting and waves him inside. Her expression softens into a small smile, banishing the strained, restless look that has become more normal than not.

"Hullo," she says softly. "Come in. I'm sure there is still space to sit somewhere around here."