(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

[It's a few hour after House's death occurred does Allen finally have it in him to address the journal. He tried his best to get the blood off him, but there's so much in the clinic that when he opens the journal a smear of blood where his fingers are appear at the very edges. ]

[His voice sounds broken, like someone who is exhausted and all cried out. Someone who is clearly trying to do everything he can to hold it together. ]

Dr. Gregory House is....Dr. Greg House died today.

I'm sorry to anyone who knew him.

[And that's it. There is a pause like he wanted to say something else, but there is nothing else eh can bring himself to say. So instead, he quietly shuts the journal.]

Comments

[ofhope]

[ Jeez Allen you're such a buzzkill.

Nice enough not to troll this one. ]

Not actually here

[save_the_souls]

[oh good of you joshua. Have a award!]

[workaphilic]

[House. House.

It's familiar. His mind is hazy, now, like a shuffled deck of cards strewn across the floor. Information isn't stored where it should be, and things are getting harder to access. This is familiar, though. Important.

Dr. House. John's friend, House. He remembers disease, he remember respect, he remembers John having a place to go when the flat was too much. Did House remember? He's not sure.

Either way.]

Condolences.

[It's about as much as he can manage, at the moment.]

[save_the_souls]

[Sherlock? He notices this reply when he checks the journal. It...surprises him a little, he didn't expect Sherlock to care about anything like that.]

[Well...]

Thank you.

[a pause]

Please, be careful okay?

[workaphilic]

[Oh.

He'd said it in passing, intending to move on, but his attention's been drawn back to the page. What was he doing? Mycroft was just here, but he left, which means the next one should be on his way soon.

No, Allen Walker asked him something.]

Hmmmm.

[He breathes deeply. Inhale, exhale. It might pass as a sigh.]

Not much room for it, anymore.

[save_the_souls]

[That answer annoys him. Okay sure, most things that come out of Sherlock's mouth annoys him. But the situation going on, he feels it even more so. ]

Yes there is! You're still alive, aren't you? Don't be so callous about it!

[workaphilic]

They want me to be careful. Hold myself together.

[A rumble of laughter.]

But there's no room, don't you see? There's only... [He searches for words.] There's the problem. My problem. There's only one solution, so they say.

Ah, but you don't have to worry, Mr Walker. I'm clever. I've solved it before, I'll solve it again. Your concern is touching, but I-- [laughter] I'm not interested in what's beyond the veil.

Filtered

[the_effect_she_has]

...Allen, are you okay?

[And that is asked on several different levels - as a friend, as someone who needs to know if Allen is unstable.]

Filtered

[save_the_souls]

[It'll be a bit of time before he answers this one. He almost wanted to ignore all the entries, but well...Katniss is probably worried sick]

Y-Yes...I'm okay. I'm unharmed and still sane.

Re: Filtered

[the_effect_she_has]

Okay. [There's a lot of relief on that.]

We're coming to get you. Did Holmes tell you about the explosives, to open the door?

Filtered FOREVER

[save_the_souls]

Explosive?

No- I hadn't heard about that. I've been in the clinic...

Re: Filtered FOREVER

[the_effect_she_has]

Yes. There are explosives to take out the door. There's some on your side - and we are going to help, so there are some on our side too. We're going to blow them all and get you out of there ... but it'll take work.

[molotov]

[Molotov didn't hear the message. She's been running for ages.

They're hunting her. Her father and her husband, they're after her.

She's dirty. Ruined. The only way to be clean is from the inside out, to rip herself open and bleed out all the filth.

In some places, she's cut and torn so deep that bone is just barely visible. Covered in blood. It hurts, but that's only temporary.

House can give her pills to make that go away, so that she can tear more out, cleanse more.

By the time she makes it into the clinic, her face is glazed over and dull.]

House...

[save_the_souls]

[He was finishing giving a patient some bandages when he sees her coming in, looking shocked. He's a bit unsure if she's still sane or not, so I hope you don't mind the fact he's very much keeping a hand on his knife at his belt]

Are you all right?

[molotov]

[Sane? Not really. But also not very dangerous, unless Allen plans to try and keep her from harming herself. The ship wants her to destroy herself, not the others. Probably wouldn't be as good of a game if you let a trained killer lose while insane.

Molotov looks at Allen blankly, and absent-mindedly digs one hand into an open wound at the side of her neck. She tears away another large chunk of her own flesh before answering.]

House… gde House?

[save_the_souls]

[Oh god. He's seen a lot of disgusting sights the past few days, but that is disgusting]

He- he isn't here-

[Swallowing, he'll tell her the truth in a second]

Here, let me bandage that up for you okay?

[molotov]

No.

[She's uninterested in medical aid.]

House… vicodin… need… clean.

Allen.

[impetuous]

[ He recognizes the name. Allen complains enough about the man. ]

How are you holding up?

Gwaine

[save_the_souls]

[Gwaine...he knows that voice. He's still alive, he's still sane.]

[How is he?]

...I'm alive. And I'm still sane.

Allen

[impetuous]

You have one up on me. [ His voice is thick. ] I am sorry for your loss. I am sorry I can't be with you right now.

[ He trails off into senseless, circuitous mutters. A ragged breath, and he sounds clear again. ]

How long has it been?

Gwaine

[save_the_souls]

What- what do you mean-

What's wrong Gwaine?

awww ye action

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna wasn't doing too well. He'd at least tried to help a little with bringing the staff their supplies, but there was only so much use he could be when he was distressed and his shoulder was wounded. Not to mention, Reborn wasn't too keen on letting him exert too much effort either.

He was currently sitting on one of the beds, looking up at Giotto, who, of course, wasn't really there.

Decimo, it is important, now more than ever, that you must protect those dearest to you. You must take your position as Vongola boss and destroy whoever is not part of your family, to protect them. You don't want to lose them, do you?

Giotto wouldn't say those things, he would never say those things, but Tsuna can't look away, horrified by his words.]

[save_the_souls]

[Allen meanwhile closed the journal after delivering the message, putting it back in his pocket. He takes a breath, doing what he could to hold it together. He had to keep moving, he couldn't stop now. They still needed to get out of this, alive and sane.]

[At least, some of them.]

[And so he'll decide to check up on patients to pass the time. It's better than wondering if every distant scream or bullet is another person dying]

[He approaches Tsuna's bed, seeing the kid staring off into space. Okay, time to snap him out of it. He'll place his hand on his good shoulder]

Tsuna?

[not_mafia]

[Tsuna can't help the little flinch when something touches him, and his head snaps towards him, heart skipping a beat. The time on this ship has made him skittish and unfocused.

But he relaxes when he realizes who it is.]

Allen...

[He looks back at Giotto, the flame blazing atop his head.

Time is running out, Tsuna. Anyone in this clinic could be the next one to snap. Are you willing to take that risk?

Tsuna swallows thickly.]

... he's.. not there, is he?

[save_the_souls]

[He doesn't even need to know who he is referring to to answer]

No. He's not here.

This place is just making us see them.