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After her trip to the clinic, Elizabeth slowly returned to the room, limping.

"Borrowing" pillows off some of the other beds in the room, she placed them on her bed and rested her leg on them, leaning back against her headboard.

Grabbing a bottle of water, she took the recommended dosage of painkillers and settled back with the latest issue of Time


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It was the first weekend in Fandom for a while.

So, Elizabeth figured that she was allowed to take it easy.

Her homework was done; although that wasn't hard as she'd lost two classes in the past two weeks. She was very glad that she'd picked up Western Lit to keep her timetable from being too sparse.

So, she had a box of chocolates open, she had a good book and she had Madonna playing. Really, what more did she need?
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Elizabeth is muttering in her sleep, obviously distressed.


i ni ce. Ne tε se bamanankan na kosεbε

"Vous ne pouvez pas voir qu'ils meurent? Vous les tuez"

Visions of starving children, being worked to death flash before her eyes. Their eyes are empty and lifeless as they look up at her, begging for her to do something. The children have been beaten, and the repatriation of just one child makes her tear up.

A man kene. Elle est malade. Elle a le paludisme

She's watching a little girl sleep fitfully in the throes of fever, whilst the foreman of the plantation stands there.

Suddenly his eyes glow, and she backs against the wall.

"Stay away from me."

He smiles, and she realizes that they're no longer in a hut in West Africa; instead, she's back on Atlantis.

"I have no need for you, Doctor Weir. Doctor Fraiser, however, will make an excellent queen," the Goa'uld says, his voice booming. "I am most confident she will be able to keep my slaves in line."

"No..."

She tries to move, but can't. She feels another presence behind her, and turns to see Charlie. A Charlie mutated by the Wraith bug. He picks her up by the throat, and she's choking.

"It's better for Atlantis this way," he says, almost sneering.


Elizabeth wakes up screaming.


[ooc: Mali's official language is French. The other language used is Bambara.
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Elizabeth is lying, curled up on her bed with a stuffed bear.

A small, neatly wrapped box is sitting on the bedside table.

She's trying to read; the same book she's been reading ever since she was in the library after Speech class.

Her mind keeps flashing back to the trip she made to Mali and the Ivory Coast. She can hardly believe how young and naive she had been. How back then she thought that she could help change the world.

She seems to reread the same paragraph over and over again

"A tumble? Oh, yes - out of the swing," said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her. "Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't remember about it."


She always reached for books from her childhood whenever she felt down.
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Elizabeth had no idea why she suddenly had a compulsion to make popcorn.

But popcorn was always good, even without drama unfolding in front of her eyes, so she figured "what the heck."

Maybe she could watch a movie with the others.

Popcorn made, she grabbed a piece and looked at her choice of movies. Decisions, decision, decisions

ETA: With some help from [livejournal.com profile] cameronmitchell she chose "Lady and the Tramp"

ETA 2: Now we're mostly mocking Daniel

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