[center] Sister Deborah was about to give another one of her rousing, encouraging speeches when everything suddenly devolved into chaos. She had [i]planned[/i] to make everybody feel better about themselves by talking about how they had just taken the largest step of their lives, yada yada, but that did… not go planned. The older woman’s mouth opened and closed like a fish for a second, confused at the scene unfolding beneath her. Calypso’s vomiting didn’t phase her at first. That was expected, and she’d just wait until she stopped expunging her dinner to start. But when Summer fainted and Maggie had a panic attack, she… definitely had to do something about that. At least everyone was okay, but the situation definitely needed to be brought under control. Rather than doing it herself, though, she motioned for the other elders to go ahead and take care of it. 

Lucien- an older, stern, gray-haired man- headed for Summer. He motioned Arken away, and then knelt next to her unconscious body and made a tutting sound. “Stupid girl. We told you to eat,” he muttered under his breath. He propped her head onto his knees and pulled out a packet of something from the pockets of his own robe. They were smelling salts, and he cracked open the packet under her nose. The harsh smell would hopefully jar her back to consciousness. It didn’t seem like a serious faint, anyways. 

Lark, meanwhile, rushed towards Maggie. She hovered over Rebecca for a split second, making sure she hadn’t drowned (she hadn’t) before squatting next to the hyperventilating Maggie. [color=Plum]“You’re okay, sweetheart. You’ve just done something incredible. Nothing’s going to hurt you. Deep breaths.”[/color] She modelled the breathing for Maggie, giving her a calm and reassuring smile.  [color=Plum]“Count with me to 10. 1, 2, 3…”[/color] Lark continued on like this in a low voice, with only the slightest bit of worry showing on her own face.

[@Danvers][@Melissa]

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Tears pricked at Calypso’s eyes as she retched. Today was supposed to be the best day of her life- but her [i]stupid[/i] fear of blood was ruining it. She could feel the eyes of her peers looking on, deriding her weakness. In Jean-Luc and Summer’s cases, she could hear their laughter and their insults, each one twisting in like another knife in her gut. But Summer fainting improved her mood the slightest bit, even if she was loathe to admit it. She nearly twisted around behind herself to just vomit [i]onto[/i] the other girl, but decided at the last moment that that would be too mean. Even if Summer absolutely deserved it.

She stopped vomiting after a long 30 seconds, leaning on her knees and panting heavily. There was a touch on her arm and, startled, she looked up to see… Dakota. Calypso had half-thought that she would be laughing at her with all the others but… no. She should’ve thought more of her friend. She smiled weakly up at her friend, and at the healing magic. Her wrist itched for a few seconds, and, once she deemed it safe to, she glanced down at her wrist. There was still dried blood smeared on her hand, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore. And the cut on her wrist… well, she could still see where it had been. An ugly, straight scar now ran along her wrist where she had dragged the knife along her skin. It wasn’t pretty, but at least she wasn’t bleeding out anymore.

Dragging herself up to stand straight, Calypso smiled a thin smile at Dakota. It was hard to look dignified when there were chunks of vomit on your clothes, that was for sure. [color=#e9dd25] “A little,”[/color] she rasped. [color=#e9dd25] “I’m sorry. I… overreacted. Totally embarrassed myself.”[/color] She let out a small, self-deprecating laugh.

God, she was going to be made fun of for this for [i]ages[/i]. 

[@Hitman] 

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In the middle of the chaos, Sister Deborah stepped up again and cleared her throat. [color=SlateBlue] "Well... for everyone feeling up to it, you can start to head back to the party. I understand that initiation can take something out of you, and there's still plenty of food and drink up there. Your fellow witches are up there, waiting to welcome you as their equals. I can't wait to see what you all will do with your newfound power. I'll tell you about our plans for the rest of these months with us at... some point later. For now, please rest and recuperate."[/color] Awkwardly, she lit her lantern and stood by the path, waiting for the initiates to start walking back. She seemed to want to get away from the chaos as soon as possible, even though her underlings were currently caring for Summer and Maggie. She beckoned to the conscious initiates to star their way down the path, fingers clenched tight on the lantern. 

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