10th Widows Web - accidental dictation on Event Horizon-

[well_assembled]

[She work up screaming, echoes of it bouncing off the walls in her room, a room that dripped blood and she was reminded of Sankranti again.]


The night mare that woke her was still vivid in her mind and she scrambled to the toilet and wretched into the stainless steel basin. She could hear them in her mind...voices..screams...the begging for mercy.

The children..oh dear God they had been children. Natasha wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and stared at what was a waste of food. But she heaved again and again until there was nothing left and her abdomen ached.

The redhead pulled herself to her feet and drew water enough to wiped off her face, the remains of her previous days meal jettisoned from her and he bowl. She'd have to be careful, only eat if she felt she could keep things down, maybe the ship had stimulants she could use instead.

Finally she looked into the mirror, blood behind her, all around her and a child..a child reaching for her. She whirled, one hand slapping to her thigh but her pistol wasn't there, it was by the bed. The child wasn't there either; just her imagination.]

Jesus Christ...pull it together. There is nothing there..that was a long time ago.

Different place, different life....but they were just children.

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[savethedarkness]

[that voice - the redheaded Russian from the drinking game. M frowns. if she's seeing things that aren't there... it doesn't bode well at all for everyone else.]

What's happened over there?

[well_assembled]

[British commanding tone, she knew it instantly. It was the woman she'd met that night. The woman who set off every red flag she had, oddly it wasn't in a bad way. Nat almost snapped to attention, as near it as she could in her condition and made her way back to the bed to find her journal. She must have flipped it open in her sleep, unsurprising given her nightmares.]

Nothing, just dreams. This place inspires some bad ones.

[savethedarkness]

I've heard about the blood on the walls, yes. [she frowns] And here I thought we'd had a fair enough dose of blood and regret for the season.

But you're not hurt?

[well_assembled]

No ma'am. [It seemed right to attache the respective address, something she picked up in her training she supposed.] Perfectly fine.

[savethedarkness]

Good. The more capable, sensible people are in one piece on the other side of this bloody door, the better. [frustrated? M? never.]

[well_assembled]

I'm doing my best, this ship is..it's a flying nightmare.

[savethedarkness]

You did say it inspired them. ... [somehow, her tone manages to be gentle and firm at the same time. years and years of practice] May I ask how? All I've heard is that some of the rooms are covered in blood, and there's a strange sort of perpetual motion contraption on one level.

[originalcopy]

Nat?! Nat are you ok?

[Oh shit she was here too? No, no not good.]

[well_assembled]

It's not just the look..the reality of it. This place is covered in blood and...meat. It makes you remember... things.

Been there, it's a spinning globe with gyroscopic rings that circle it in clockwise and counterclockwise directions, they intersect in regular intervals. That's as much as I was able to determine about it.

[well_assembled]

Church! [Her voice pitched too much with that and she swallowed hard.]

Yeah, fine. how are you? Where are you?

[Please just don't be on the Horizon, please.]

[savethedarkness]

Morbid and cryptic. I suppose Fodor's gave the place four stars, if you're all there.

Any sign of what could have done the ... decorating?

[well_assembled]

I've been trying to get into the ships logs but there is major damage to them, I've honestly never seen anything like this, and I've seen a lot.

[compromisedarrow]

Natasha?!

[originalcopy]

[He pauses for a sec and forces himself to sound casual. She's fine, he's fine, everything's fine.]

Oh you know, just hanging on the good ship gore-fest.

You?

[Please be on the Lewis & Clark.]

[well_assembled]

[Her eyes closed and her head dropped.]

I'm on the Event Horizon too. Been trying to access ship's logs but...their corrupted or something. It's going to take a while.

[Talk work, work was good, work was neutral.]

[well_assembled]

Clint, tell me you are on the Lewis and Clark.

[compromisedarrow]

Yeah. I am.

We're trying to get to you. [A pause] Are you okay?

[originalcopy]

I found the bridge, but nothing seems to be working right.

South and I have been using it as a place to rest. You could join us if you like... safety in numbers.

[Mutual security, that's all. More eyes means more chance to avoid danger, more chance to fight it off if it shows up. That's what a team is for right, having each others back.]

[well_assembled]

[She wanted to say yes, she wanted to scramble up there right then..but could she trust herself?]

Sure..I have some things to finish up and I'll meet you.

[well_assembled]

Just stay over there! [The note was almost panic in her voice.]

I'm fine, everything's fine.

[compromisedarrow]

We'll get in, get everyone out, get back on the Lewis and Clark.

[Hear that? That's stubbornness.]

We'll get you out, okay?

[well_assembled]

DON'T!

[And that voice had an edge of hysteria in it.]

Do what you can on that side, just stay there...this place is bad. I can feel it...under my skin.

[compromisedarrow]

So much for being okay.

[Oh god. What the hell is going on?]

Natasha... Breathe. You're going to be fine, alright?

[originalcopy]

Good... I mean, you know, do what you gotta' do.

Do you know where the bridge is?

[He wants to just go and get her and make sure she's safe.]

[well_assembled]

It's ok, just stay over there. I can't... I can't protect people here.

[That had her worried, of course the voice has her more worried.]

I'm ok. I'm fine.