DAY FOUR - THE END

[inferis]

[After relieving the Event Horizon of its 'crew', The Lewis and Clark shudders. After all, it suddenly has a lot more weight in it than it's supposed to. The very fabric of space seems to twist and turn around the Event Horizon. Anyone looking through the windows will see the Event Horizon being pulled through a black hole...just as the Lewis and Clark starts to drop downwards.

Moments later, and the Lewis and Clark has crash landed on the grounds of Paradisa, the ship is damaged, but the people inside are safe. The stasis pods have opened up, allowing those who were asleep within them to wake up. And what a sight there is for them to see. The doors open, allowing the survivors of the plot to step outside and regroup. It's time to take stock of injuries, and deal with the loss of those who have died. The dead will have all appeared in the clinic, including those who were sucked into the black hole...well, most of them have]

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17 | In Which Howl Tries to Help [Dictated/ Action]

[strangewonders]

...I don't think I'll be sleeping soundly any time soon. But that's neither here nor there.

I realize the clinic is probably very busy. [Knows, actually, he stopped by earlier] So I wanted to offer to help... I know some healing magic, and while I can't do miracles, if anyone's been putting off getting looked at, I'll be in the lobby. Just stop by.

[Because he's not going back to the clinic. That was almost worse than being on the ship. He's found himself a comfortable chair in the lobby instead, looking distracted and not at all his usual dapper self. It seemed wrong to spend time preening when someone he still though of as almost-family was dead.]

[Fifteen - Right Through The Eye] [Dictated]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss had swung out of bed this morning - bruised, but clean. The sun shone through the windows of her cabin, and she could hear birdsong. She knew that yesterday was gone - Event Horizon was done - and she was here. So there was only one thing to be said, honestly.]

The Mockingjay is eighteen years old. I lived through two games, a war, and everything this Castle has thrown at me.

So ...

BITE ME, CAPITAL, and BITE ME, CASTLE!

[She grinned, fiercely, as she pushed herself to her feet.]

I'm going to the woods. Catch me if you can.

16. Gravity/Stay the hell away from me

[pompous_today]

The town clinic is open and fully operational if you wish to seek treatment here. I have taken over running things for the time being while Dr. Keller is resting.

Friends of Simon Tam

I am not expecting much of a reply to this, as I know everything that happened must be weighing heavily on all of you, but I would like to at least hear from you when you have a moment.

one truffula stump

[shortishandbossy]

[There isn't a giant, dramatic entry. Not a bang, not a crash. Lightning doesn't pierce the sky, wind doesn't gush through the trees. He's just... there.

Well. One minute he was there and then he was here and he can tell this isn't any kind of place he's been to before. The last place he'd been was smogged up and hacked to pieces. Nothing but stumps and glup and destruction. But here there's grass and fresh air and the sprout of something that resembles a truffula tree off to the side but that can't be right because there aren't anymore trees or he would have been back years ago.

He looks slowly to the left, then to the right. Glances up at the sky. Glances down at the ground. He spots the journal sitting there. How convenient. The Lorax pushes away his annoyance at thought of how many trees it might have taken to make this thing before beginning to hesitantly flip through it.]

...Hm.

6th Memory ~ [Accidental Dictation]

[deltacain]

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((OOC: I promise I'll stop spamming y'all with this guy now. XD Open to everyone! David will highly likely try to avoid talking about anything, but will be broken enough to be obvious about it. Have at.))

έντεκα; [dictated/action]

[lioneyed]

I think I'll stay with watching the stars, rather than floating out among them, all things considered.

I have tea and some food in the gardens if anyone else wants the fresh air as well - you're welcome to join me.

7th Abnormality - accidentally dictated - Backdated -Day 2 Event Horizon

[teratologist]

Wait!

Please, Ashely...

[Footsteps pound down metallic grid work, the sound clangs and echoes through the journal.]

I didn't mean it, I never would have let you go if I had known this would happen, you have to believe me.

[sudden stillness, a short gasp and a single word.]

...John?

[Sobbing and apologies continue. Begging forgiveness from Ashely for not being there, for not protecting her as she should have, for failing to be any sort of mother to her.

Pleading with John who continues to vanish, leaving no trace, no words, no reason just gone. She pleads with him to stay but her please go unanswered.

The sound of knees hitting that same grating, and this time the words are whispered with regret and between heaving sobs.]

I'm sorry James, so much I should have done..should have told you. I am so sorry my love.

024 - Ow

[silentrunning]

[Chell is lying in the clinic, staring at the ceiling. She actually doesn't remember coming in last night. Was it just last night? It feels like both an eternity and a couple of seconds But here she is, nonetheless.

Her right shoulder is in a sling, there's bandages along her right side, and something stiff to support the broken ribs. And her nose feels like it's five sizes bigger than it should be. But she's alive...

And then the realization hits her. So many of them aren't. Bond... Nepeta... gods only know who else. And with that realization comes another. She can't properly even mourn those who are dead here, all those names and voices she'd heard over the journals whom she'd been glad for at the time. Now that she's back in control of her own faculties, she's disgusted. Death is never a good way out.

Slowly, she picks up her journal, which had been lying beside her on her bed and flipped it open. Pausing to wish up a pen, she writes a message. She's not figured out that you can write with a broken shoulder yet so the writing is messier than usual and slanted toward the left.]

To all those who lost people, I am so so sorry. I know words aren't a comfort, but I had to say this.

[Slowly she lays down her pen for a few moments, just lost in her thoughts. And then she picks it up again to add something else to the page.]

I want out of here. I hate being cooped up. I need to DO something, anything at all. Do you suppose the doctors would be angry with me if I just left? Dpes it even matter?

[Anybody who happens past the clinic will find Chell trying to sit up and gritting her teeth in pain. But she's determined. If nobody stops her she will be sneaking out.]

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[secondchances]

I--I can't find Kara. She went back, to see if she could get people out, but I don't...

I checked the wreck and the clinic. [Let's hope this feeling in her gut is just leftovers from this whole ordeal.]

Kara, you better just be... somewhere here. Respond ASAP, or if anyone's seen her--blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty--let me know.

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