[02 - Things are slowly spiraling]

[cloaklikeblood]

[This is filtered to the folks who aren't trying to kill people and only to those on the Event Horizon. Her breathing is raspy and it's clear from her tone of voice that she's badly frightened. Her voice is weak from blood loss. ]

Does anyone know what happened to the people who disappeared? Are they all acting...murderous? Also, is the clinic safe? I...I'm in need of medical assistance. I had a little run in with Lucrezia.

[There's a sudden hiss of pain, as if she moved or did something else that would jar the wound]

Also is it just me or...or is anyone else hearing things? Seeing things? Voices? Shadows? Shapes?

[The fear was definitely clear now. She sounded close to tears, it's possible that she already was]

Episode 110

[spongetastic]

[Peter is sitting in a hallway of the Event Horizon. His shoulder has a homemade bandage taken from strips of his jacket, and there are bloody marks on his neck and cheek. He hasn't bothered to wipe them off. He plays with a strip of his jacket, weaving it between his fingers. He speaks, though he doesn't seem to be talking to anyone visible]

Pieces of string... Change one thing and you change everything. You thought you were so smart. Thought you could do it right. But the string broke like fragile butterfly wings.

[he pauses, sucking in a sharp breath as the hallucination changes]

Gone. All gone. Quiet and empty... forever.


[ooc: journal or action available. Please go here if you want the encounter to go violently]

4th Memory ~ [Dictated; On board the Event Horizon]

[deltacain]

They... They're attacking us.

[David's words are disjointed, quiet as they come across the journal.]

Just one, at first. Bond, he... And then someone else... teenager with a sword.

Voices, things. Something's here. [And his voice gets stronger.] They might be hallucinations, but something's not right. The people aren't right... Something happened to them. And the crew before.

[Silence for a moment.]

No! I'm not letting you in control. People die when you're in control!

[More silence.]

There's people out there. On another ship, right? Trying to find a way to get to us. I almost wish you wouldn't. I don't want anyone else to go through this. [A deep breath.] Is anyone not affected here?

(no subject)

[heloise]

[ Hours after the Gravity Core activated, Lucrezia remembers to speak into the journal, sounding positively giddy. ]

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate!

[ And why not a chuckle after, as off as it may sound. She could as easily have said that in a language they can all understand, but why should she? This is a game and not all of them are playing yet.

Only don't expect prompt replies, or any, when there are so many interesting things to do than talk. ]

050 Spells Cast

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe's not even sure how she made it into the control room, only that she's flicking switches and turning dials and when none of that works she slams her hands down on the stupid thing, not even caring that one of the switches cut her hand open or that she's now floating to the other side of the room]

There has to be something. There has to be something we can do! We can't just leave them there! People are dying for God's sake. People are dying and we can't just sit here trying to get this piece of shit to work!

[She's practically screaming at the controls at this point. She thinks about kicking one of them but that might damage them further and then it'd be even more hopeless. Not paying attention to where she's floating she keeps going until the back of her head hits a bulkhead]

Ow! [Her uninjured hand goes to the back of her head and she winces.] None of this makes any sense. Why would it put us here and give us all this information but keep us from being able to save them?

[She looks up, more out of instinct than anything else since technically they're in space so the heavens could be anywhere.]

What is the point of all of this, huh? Are you just trying to torture us? Well it's working! Are you happy, now?! [Her shouts die down to a choked sob] Are you happy?

((OOC: Guess who just found out her husband has lost his mind? If anyone needs Phoebe she'll be crying in the control room.))

Fifteenth Gate [dictated]

[forsometimenow]

[Quiet sobbing can be heard before Jennifer starts speaking- to nobody in particular, apparently.]

I was stupid. I never should have come to Atlantis in the first place. Is that what you want to hear?!

[There are a few ragged breaths before she goes on.]

I was a fool to think I was just as good as him. That I was competent enough to stand alongside everyone else. They should have fired me. Or let me quit when I wanted to quit. God knows I did plenty of things to deserve it. And Ronon... well. He was right to move on. Now... now I'm stuck here. They don't miss me. [Teardrops smudge the ink in a few places.] I don't deserve them. I don't deserve anybody. I should have stayed back in Wisconsin where there aren't any fucking parasites and life-draining aliens and nothing ever happens.

I'm nothing...

DLN 008 - Elec [Action.]

[whistles_the_blues]

[It had been a long time since Blues actually had to "sleep" to regain power, but being away from the castle it wasn't like he had the equipment to plug himself into here. So he had found a "safe" enough spot to rest for a couple hours to let his faulty core charge. When his systems started up again he heard a very distinct noise.]

What's that sound?

[A voice immediately responded.]


It's called music my dear boy. This particular kind of music is called the blues, do you like it?

[The robot master was startled to say the least, it had been so long since he last heard that voice. He opened his eyes, which remained hidden behind those pointed sunglasses like always to see this man leaving the room he had been sleeping in.]

...Doctor?

[Within an instant Blues is up on his face and chasing after him, but when he turns the corner he see's the "doctor" had somehow made his way all the way down the hall and was turning a corner. Blues quickly gave chase.]

Doctor Light, Wait! Don't... Don't go...

[OOC: Down a hall or anywhere in the ship. Feel free to run into Blues.]

023 - And You Shall Know Us By The Trail of Our Dead

[silentrunning]

[Well hello there, residents. Have a scrawl coming across the journal. The handwriting is absolute crap, worse than usual even.]

All is lost. They do not see that there is one thing to save them. One thing. They will see soon enough. They do not see what I have seen. They do not see... Do not fight the darkness.

[This last line is written over and over with increasing ferocity, until her pen is nearly tearing holes in the journal page due to its pressure and then perhaps something even more chilling.]

Are you out there? Are you listening? I hear you. I will help you. Don't worry. Don't you see? Death is the only salvation?

[OOC: Guess who's completely off her gourd right now?]

10th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[So in a particularly blood-coated, dark and gorey room, Pixy is laying right in the middle of the floor. Cuz, y'know, that's the best place for a crazy guy to lay around. In the middle of the floor. What, you've got a better idea?

His gun is firmly in his hand (even moreso after his run-in with Church in the medical bay) and his journal is laying open next to him; it must have fallen out of his pocket or something. Hell, he's barely aware of the thing. Voices come out of everywhere, he's not going to pay particular mind to the book that's always spouting nonsense, like 'saving those on the Event Horizon', 'Where's the Lewis and Clark crew' and so on and so forth.

He lays completely still as he stares blankly towards the ceiling, watching his hallucinations; a single crow circling above him while occasionally familiar faces look down at him. Faces that even in this state, he still recognized.]

It's worse. It's all growing steadily worse. The suffering is going to continue. They'll all know what it's like soon enough. All of them are idiots. Don't they know what only waits for them here is a fate worse than death?

Why are they so painfully unaware of the one, simple thing that can save their miserable little minds?

If they're caught, they'll be shattered. They won't have their life to speak of anymore. Pain. Suffering. Burning. Screaming. All of it continuous. Neverending. Everything they fought for- everything they ever lived for- gone in an instant.

You are all fools to not listen. There is a way for you to be saved. Why aren't you listening?

[His eyes'll narrow when he sees a familiar face again, peering down on him with judging eyes. The man doesn't say a word, while Pixy just sneers, aiming his gun at the hallucination.]

You've come to see me suffer too, Demon Lord? Hell of an appropriate place for you to be.

...

Without beginning or end, the ring stretches into the infinite.

[And then a gunshot echoed throughout the journal.]

[[ooc: This can be heard by you buddies on the Lewis and Clark- while it's also open to those on the Event Horizon. Bear in mind for the latter crew that he will shoot on sight. If you'd like any sort of injury (lethal or otherwise), please refer to here! Otherwise we'll just say his aim is deteriorating in his lovely state of nutso.]]

(no subject)

[selfless]

[there's a soft clearing of the throat, and then a stretch of uncomfortable silence. When Colette finally speaks, her voice is soft but steady. She's making a focused effort to not sound calm, but at least sound together. All of this was a sobering and personal reminder-- how terrible Paradisa could be. She really doesn't want to be talking on the journal at all, but people should know...]

Excuse me, but I... [no, that's the wrong way to start. She sighs slightly, and then starts again]

Zelos Wilder died yesterday. Another man has also died, although I don't know his name. He had very short light hair, wore a modern Earth suit, and was very skilled with a gun.

To their friends, I -- [an awkward pause, and then a soft apology] I'm sorry. Everything is really dangerous right now, so please... everyone please try to stay safe.

036 || dictated;

[workaphilic]

Lewis and Clark!

[It's practically bellowed into the journal, and edged with laughter. He has an announcement to make. The journal scrapes against dirt and metal, as if it's on the ground with Sherlock bent over it.]

Good morning. Hello. Are you listening? [More scraping as he lifts the journal and, presumably, himself.] Try to. As some of you may know, I loathe repeating myself.

You're late. Your time isn't running out, it has run out. There's a different sort of timer now. I suggest you pick your brains out from the rubbish and get a move on before you run that one dry, as well.

[A split-second pause, and suddenly his voice loses all traces of good humor. It's replaced by anger and, on some level, fear.]

No. I refuse-- I refuse to allow this. Everything I've done, all that I've worked for, you think you've dismantled it, but you haven't even begun. I'm better, I've won.

Stop it, stop. You think I can't tell the difference between reality and, and this? STOP!

[Silence, except for his heavy breathing.]

Lewis and Clark! [His mind is running a thousand miles per second, and his mouth is struggling to keep up. It's making him jumbled, trying to direct the right statements to the right people (real or otherwise.)] Do I need to say it again? Perhaps you need it. Just the once: hurry up.

If you don't, there's only one course left. And it is a long way down, I can promise you that.

[He trails off. There's a moment of quiet, followed by a burst of breathless laughter.]

God. I would kill every single one of you for a cigarette.

17th card [dictated/action]

[legacydeck]

[There's a smear of what is very obviously blood as Clow opens the journal, and begins to talk. He sounds... calm. Just like his usual self even.]

Everyone has at least some idea of the power and the beauty in blood - life-blood, heart-blood, what keeps us alive. Makes us walk, makes us talk. Blood-red - we call it that, but I've never seen anything else which quite matches it's hue, it's vibrancy.

[As he talks, he's tracing magical symbols, both Chinese and Western, onto the page, in the blood on his finger tips. They form a rough circle, and he starts connecting them with lines, simpler sigils]

Only mages know the true power blood offers, though - the power to make, the power to break - that lies within every person. With blood -

[There's a sudden jerk, his hand smearing part of the circle he'd been drawing, and his voice changes to angry, and maybe, just a little fearful]

No, I won't let you take me, you monsters. I'd rather die before giving false confession to you

[Clow has found a nice little section of the long hallway to... redecorate. Though it's hard to see the symbols and the circle inscribed on the ground in blood. What is clear, however, is the blood on his hands and the marks he's drawn on his face in it. You can't be sure who's it is, though given that he's carved some of the symbols into his own skin, there's a decent chance, at least, that it's his. He's spending his time shouting at people who aren't there, and... waiting.]

Second Waypoint Marked

[wolf_of_war]

[Those with their journals open may hear the screams and violence of the victims of the Event Horizon in the background for a few seconds, before a monotonous, robotic voice pipes in.]

Castle residents aboard the Lewis and Clark, this is Bladewolf. One day ago, the Gravity Drive on the Event Horizon was briefly activated, drawing a small number of people into it, driving them mad. Since then, whatever was experienced by it's initial victims seems to have spread to everyone else, with visual and auditory hallucinations of a traumatic nature being the most commonly reported symptom, driving many to extreme violence. There are a small number of individuals that have been killed, and several more that have been severely injured, and anyone capable of administering medical assistance has been incapacitated. We are unable to open the docking bay door to escape.

Whatever is being done to help us, I would ask that you expedite your efforts considerably, as I fear that we may not last much longer, at the rate this mental illness is spreading. In the intervening time, I will be standing guard over the Gravity Drive, to prevent it's reactivation at all costs.

[A pause, as this next bit sounds surprisingly human, with a small touch of panic noticeable in the tone.]

Please...hurry.

[Anyone aboard the Event Horizon will find Bladewolf standing in front of the door to the Gravity Drive, a high-frequency knife clutched in his tail manipulator. He's not spoiling for a fight, but he'll give it if anyone tries to get past him.]

[Fourteen - Right Through The Eye]

[the_effect_she_has]

[There's the sound of feet hitting walls, as Katniss kicks off from one wall to another, going through the rooms with a systematic fury. She's going through whatever paperwork she can find, anything at all that will help those in the control room, those working on the doors.]

It's technology -- all technology has manuals. Buttons you can push, control panels you can manipulate. We just have to find one ... [She looks around.] Are there computers, here? Communication devices outside our own? Someone might have left us a message or - or an explanation.

[She exhales, noisily.] ...we've got to help them. I think they're starting to turn on each other. I think they've all been hijacked.

Capture 7 | Dictated

[panicswitched]

[ there's heavy breathing at first, as though ashley's running. she's got her journal open, but every so often there's a break in communication, where she's either shut the journal or tossed it aside. ]

I don't know how you got on board, but I said I was going to kill you for hurting everyone, right? So I lied. I don't want--

[ she pauses as she stops running. she glances around and ducks into another room. ]

I'm gonna destroy them. [ she sounds almost sane. ] They aren't giving me back what they gave me the first time. I won't let her catch me--

[ oh but she's following and ashley whips around. ]

No. Get away. Leave me alone! I didn't do it! You made me do it! You drugged me and you made me!

[ a sob gets caught in her throat before wrenching itself out. pounding footsteps can be heard as she runs and then the sound of her slamming into something hard. probably a wall. she picks herself up and runs again. ]

It hurts. [ almost a whimper. but hurting is good. if she hurts, that means she can die here. she can be killed before she hurts anyone. well, anyone other than miss bluff-face-liar-pants. ]

Stop saying I did it! I didn't ask to kill anyone! Leave me alone!

[ and then she shuts the journal this time, to wait until she's a little calmer to open it again. ]



[ ooc: response times will vary, as she's running, action or journal replies welcome! ]

[03 - Death is coming]

[cloaklikeblood]

Dead. They're all dead and it's because of me. Peter, the guys from our village, Mother, Quinn, even Billy. They all died because I'm a wolf, a monster. It's no wonder that everyone leaves me, that I'm always alone. I'm unlovable, someone who'll always kill or chase away those I love.

[Her voice turns sing songy]

Monster, monster, monster.

[There was a broken sob, then a scream, shortly followed by a laugh]

Death. We all deserve death. You all deserve death.

[A beat of silence, then]

You're spiraling, too, aren't you? Even the Lewis and Clark shall be untouched by hell. It's coming for you. You're all going to dieeee, too.

(no subject)

[wagers]

[A few of you know the girl with the wings and the sword. Right now she's flown to the top of the core and sitting there, knees hugged to her chest and just... allowing the movements of he things carry her. Every once in a while, she twitches, not being able to shake the feeling. She's muttering.]

_{It's everywhere. Everyone. All around. Everyone... everyone. All of it. It's killing us.}

( Aradia Megido )

[She manages a filter, but she's otherwise muttering these words to herself. If you approach the core, beware. There may very well be backlash.]

<sub>It's killing us. It's killing us. Everyone's going to die. Everyone's going to die.

(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN!!!!!!!! get your last shots at vriska while you still can!!!!!!!! open via journal, in person, over a ship, through space, through time, to the window, to the wall--)</sub>

twenty six ► it all comes tumbling down

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[The hollow noises of the Event Horizon are clear enough in the background. Muted screams, what have you, as people see things and do things they regret.]

It's me, Lloyd. Does anyone know what's going on? There's something... really wrong with this ship. I've seen people I know, but they aren't saying what they should be saying. And there are people who've lost everything, who can't even tell what's going on, trying to hurt others...

I need a clue. I need something. This needs to stop or else we'll all end up killing each other. I don't want to hurt anyone else.

[He takes in a shaky breath, and then, very quietly:]

... Dad?

( [Colette] )

025 Summons ❈ Dictated ❈ (Open to Action)

[rose_of_battle]

( Warning: Thoughts of suicide. )

5th elevator-Accidental Voice/action

[honeytoes]

[Gary sounds out of breath when he speaks. He sounds like he's been running a great distance in a short space of time.

There's a slight hint of fear in his voice. He also doesn't realise he's hallucinating the communication device he's talking in to.]

This is chief control room Technician Gary Sitterson requesting immediate re-enforcements. We need help... for fuck sake people are dying out there. My friends are all gone....fuck

I...I can't stay in one place for too long I think the Dragonbat has my scent so I'm going to have to keep moving. I only just managed to avoid the wolf man and killer clown. Please if anybody can hear this please send help!

Shit...no the Dolls have found me!

[The transmission ends with the sound of him running and cursing.]

Things on the Horizon. (Day 3)

[originalcopy]

[Church is wandering the darkened passages.  Flickering movements and whispered voices... and laughter, dark laughter.]

Tex?  

[The voice was clearer, it was her,  confirming  what he feared most after seeing the ship explode that awful day.   And behind it, the other voice, telling exactly how he had failed her.   How he killed her.]

No...

They... they were only supposed to disable the ship...  

I didn't know!  

Oh god... no... I... I tried... I couldn't.... Please... oh my god...

[When he sees her.... Her body charred and broken, melted armor fused in places to her flesh....  he can't stop the screams.]

EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[Well, things sure aren't fun for you guys right now, are they? And to make matters worse, some of you have become completely corrupted by the ship, and you've got some crazy new ideas in your heads.

Anyone not corrupted isn't doing that hot either. Not only do you have to deal with your new crazy-face buddies, but you have to deal with your own terrible hallucinations coming at you when you least expect them, and they want you to do terrible, awful things]

[[OOC: No sections! Feel free to make your own | DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT HUB]]

THE LEWIS AND CLARK - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[As you've heard over the journals, your friends on the Even Horizon are facing a lot of trouble right now, and need to get the heck to safety. Of course, you're still running on a smattering of half-solved answers.

Have you got the power on yet? You might want to be sure you get right on that]

[[OOC: AROUND THE SHIP | THE CONTROL ROOM | A MESSAGE | DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

5th case [dictated/action]

[not_nikkiheat]

[Kate's wounded and cradling her left arm to her chest as best she can. She is ducking down in a alcove off the main tunnel, trying to stay out of sight for a moment to catch her breath. She's faced death before, she's been shot before, but she's never experienced such absolute terror. She's being hunted, and in between the pain and trying to survive, she has to deal with these...visions. Horrible visions of the people she loves, dead and dying. Finally, it becomes too much, and she risks pulling out her journal, desperate for any kind of human contact that isn't trying to murder her. When she speaks, it's a frantic whisper.]

There aren't many of us left. Do not attempt rescue. The evil here will take all of us eventually, you shouldn't sacrifice yourselves. Just stay safe.

[Filtered to Castle]

I need to say goodbye.

[Open action and journal]

[lonenoble]

[She'd been fighting it. Trying to ignore the hallucination. They couldn't be her team... But hours of listening to the whispers... The teammates telling her how she'd failed them. And the visions of the covenant bastards surrounding her. She'd managed to hold off.

But then, the tightly held self control... The walls fell. She slams into a wall with a scream. "You failed us. Failed humanity. You deserve to suffer." And there's also that little voice, telling her that there's a way to fix it all. She can't help opening the journal at this, laughing softly. Anyone that knows her would know something's horribly wrong.]

I know the answer now. How to fix everything. I can finally end it all. Save humanity.

[Have the sounds of a fist being slammed into a wall, as she attacks another alien that only exists in her head in a hall of the Event Horizon.]

⇒ 94

[ofhope]

( Lucrezia )

Adrift 003

[onlythefishiest]

I'm sure if I can just get it to listen to me, I can get it to understand! I just need to glub to it properly! I'm sure it is just lonely and afraid, just like t)(e ot)(ers!

All I need to do is get it to )(ear me!

Puzzle 12 - Dictacted/Action for the Event Horizon

[tapshoetomove]

[After his run-in with Blues, Luke's been trying to escape from some threatening-looking shadows. No matter how far he runs, the sounds of howling are not too far behind. He's still pretty injured from being bashed in the face, and he's pretty sure the wolves can smell the blood on his face. He attempts to climb into one of the vents for safety, but one of the wolf-like shadows catches up with him and sinks it's teeth into his leg and drags him out. It's soon joined by other shadows gathered around him while he pleas for his life - the sound of his scream can be heard over the journal as the wolves tear into his stomach and starts ripping him apart.

Anyone who eventually spots him will see Luke thrashing around and shrieking in pain.

Luke will eventually respond to the journal after he thinks the wolves have left, but it won't be very coherent.]

When the Past Haunts Us [ Event Horizon Dictation + Action ]

[wishmadeinfire]

[ It was another of the Castle Before the Moon's tricks. He knew it. There were no rocks and no night sky, but he knew this was one of its tricks. How could it not be? He was far from home, alone against the enemies, suffering because that was what it wanted. That was what it had always wanted, wasn't it? It fed off their blood and their screams, it had for years, its magic fueled by their forced sacrifices. Oh, he knew, he was on to its little game and he was going to end it, but a stop to this pathetic and cruel game. 

But he had to make it there first, to the heart. 

And there were obstacles in the way. 

Enemy soldiers, with their dark eyes and their dark hair, out to kill him because he was the demon of their nightmares, the man who had burned their comrades alive, slaughtered them with sweeps of his sword. Oh, yes, his sword, where was that? He should have that if he planned to cut them down, to end it, give them the peace they all so deserved. He could not find his, so he picked up a piece of detritus, something that would work - long, sharp, deadly. It bit at his own palm, but he didn't care, because he had something more to do. He could burn the wound closed when this was all done. 

He made his way through the halls, and when soldiers appeared he smiled benignly and lunged to attack, to push them out of the way or cut them down. Either they got out of his way or he made them get out of his way. His was a mission of most import, and he would be damned if he let these fools stand in his way!

Eventually, his voice comes over the journals, a little dreamy perhaps, thick with the rasp of battle, manic with delusion.]

Stop fighting me, fools, and be get out of my way. Do you really think you can stop me? You can't, the only one who could is gone! You all couldn't save him, now I'm your only hope. So get out of my way, and live to see another day...

[ It was almost sing-song, cooing, urging a child to sleep while the adult took care of the cruelties of the world...]

[ooc: Ashura is making his way to the spinning thingy you all dread so much. Inside of this post will be two more sections for more specific encounters if anyone wants to go through this - one with his parents, either mother or father, and one for Yasha (his former lover). He will try to kill you in either of those threads. ]

Syntax Error 32

[wizard_redfive]

[ Filtered to those on the Event Horizon who are still sane and won't tell those who are being controlled and/or trying to kill people ]

[Dairine sounds very tired, having worked most of last night, but her voice still has raw determination.]

Greetings from the Lewis and Clark. This is Dairine Callahan.

If you can hear my voice, that means you still have a hold on your senses. And I really, really hope some of you do. I know you have been waiting for a long time, way longer than I would have liked. Believe me when I say we've been working double time to get our ship functioning and ready to help. We promised that we would save you guys, and we will, trust me. The only thing stopping us is one little door. Which is the reason I am contacting you now:

We know how to get you out of there. But we're going to need your help.

You see, your ship's previous crew left a log. Without getting into too many details, they suffered from the same effects that some of your friends are now. But before he died, one of the members hid a number of explosives on your ship, designed to blow the door off. These won't damage the ship; the hull is designed to take it. But the blasts will give us an opening.

One problem though: these explosives are inside the Event Horizon. With the door sealed, we obviously cannot reach them.

But you can.

If anyone is willing to volunteer, look for a room with protective suits. They will protect you from the blasts.

If you can't, please stay as safe as you can. We'll be with you shortly.

Go well.

- 6 - Beware the fury of a patient man.

[toobravehearted]

[ He's been listening to the journal with mounting horror. He's heard the screams and the cries for help. He's heard their calls, taunts, chuckles of insanity, voices sing-song and like children calling their friends out to play a Game. He's heard the whisper of death, he's heard the shout of murder. Here on the Lewis and Clark he's heard the clamour and urgency, felt the panic sweep through as fast as wildfire.

There's people he's starting to care for a lot over there and here. People he knows, people he's getting to know. All lives are precious but someone else doesn't think so and he's getting desperate, frantic, running over the ship like a mad man trying to put out little fires, because this needs to be over now. He wants to be in six different places and times at once but he can't, no matter how much he tries. It makes for a bad storm just waiting to happen and it's building.

That man that everyone thinks is so polite and unassuming, wouldn't hurt a fly that chap; he's not here right now. It's typical for him to react instead of act; he's acting now.

His voice when he speaks isn't angry. Instead it's eerily calm and level but anyone that knows him well should hear the steel and command in it. It's a voice from a man that has faced down worse than most will ever have the bad luck and then some to know, a voice of over half a millenia fighting to do what is right, and it means business. ]

Anyone that is able to help and follow me, those doors need to be opened. Right. Now. Before there's more bloodshed.

Event Horizon... hold on. Please, I'm begging you, hold on. We're coming as fast as we can.

(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.]

♈ Aradia: Don't get manipul8ed.

[psych0p0mps]

[You try to not get manipul8ed and fail spectacularly.]

hey you know what guys
this really isnt worth it
if the people on that ship are going to die then theyre going to die
they were never meant to be saved end of story!
i mean listen to them its obvious theyre way too far gone
any attempt we make at this point can only end with us suffering the same fate
just leave the event horizon to its doom

((ooc: yeah so Vriska's mind control powers can reach to the Lewis and Clark, it turns out. Aradia will be back to herself within a few comments, though, don't worry!))