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[honeytoes]

[ In retrospect Gary could have came out of the Event Horizon scenario a lot worse.

It was hard to see how...every horror he'd ever seen, every shitty thing he'd ever done had been paraded in front of his eyes like some kind of homage to how much of an asshole he'd been over the years. Plus the ass kicking he received at the hands of a hallucinating Gale Hawthorne and Chell was making it hurt to even move.

But at least he was still alive thank fuck.

So rather then deal with his feelings or get his injuries checked out like a normal functioning human being he's falling back on his usual defence mechanism when dealing with death and trauma....drinking.

He's currently sat at the Lux nursing a beer...occasionally pressing it against his swollen nose.]

I think the past couple of days call for a fucking drink or two.

If anybody mobile wants one...company is appreciated.

Just find the guy in the Lux that looks like he chases parked cars with his face.

sixty-eighth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

[Felix's tone is soft and weary as he speaks into the journal]

Should anyone wish it, I can ward against nightmares. It's a quick and simple spell, most effective if done just prior to sleep.

Send a message with your name, room number, and time you wish to retire. Or questions, if you have any. My name is Felix Harrowgate, if we are not acquainted.

[It's the least he can do, he figures]

[Text]

[1nc0mpr3h3n751bl3]

1 N33D 4 DC070R
D0C73R
D0CK3R
H3LP
C4N Y0U F1X M3

[Translation: I need a doctor (random mispellings) help? Can you fix me?]

[OOC: Was Mituna on the ship or not? The Mun was busy so we'll never know. He's actually asking for an entirely different reason.]

[Dictated]

[schrodingersghost]

[Once Danny had finally gotten enough energy back to shift to his ghost side, it hadn't taken him long to start healing.  He wasn't there yet, but bruises and soreness was tons better than how he had been. Physically, he was on the mend.

Mentally?  Not so much.  There were a lot of things he was determinedly not thinking about. Being attacked by someone he thought of as a friend. The whole thing with being kidnapped by that creep.

...Everything those hallucinations of his parents and his evil future self had told him.  That all went high up on his list of things to never think about again.  

Of course being determined not to think about it was just making him think about it any more.  And that was why his attempt at avoiding anyone only lasted a day.  He needed distractions.]
 
You know what really, really sucks? 

[He looks away from one of his model spaceships with a shudder.  Right, going to have to take those down soon.]

Okay, that's most things right now.  But number one is getting stuck in these places with no good way to fight. Once I'm not a walking bruise anymore, is there anyone who could teach me how to fight?  Like a human? Or other person with no powers at all?

( Filtered to 5 )

( Filtered to Clint )

( Filtered to Blues )

(no subject)

[save_the_souls]

( Private )

( Friends and Acquaintances )

[That stuff done, Allen finds himself at a bit of a loss what to do with himself now. James had barred him from the clinic for the next few days on account of rest- but every time he tried to relax? The thoughts would keep coming back of those days. He tried to sleep, but once the catch up sleep from sheer exhaustion was over his dreams had no solace left to give. It'd just bring him back to that ship, to other situations in the past that were similar, and sometimes all intertwined.]

[So he does what he tends to do when he's stuck with problems not easily solved: he walks. his direction this time is towards the woods. It's hard to say if it was his intended destination or it just happened, but he winds up at Alexstrasza's tree. A large tree that seems to fill the air around it with feelings of serenity and peace, he walks up to it before relaxing against the trunk of the tree, staying for a spell. Timcanpy sits on his lap, and a large claymore lays nearby within arm's reach]

[What? He just got off a murdership, do you expect him to be completely unarmed?]

002

[kindnessing]

[ Spoken into the journal to grab as much attention as possible. There's a faint buzz, as though a large bee was hovering somewhere in the background, and some muted thumps throughout the message, but mostly the message is silent. ]

Hello. I realize that now might not be the best time to ask about this, but I'd like to move to room 1805 or possibly 1812 in the Satis Tower. If any of the tower's current residents have any objections, I understand. I'll hold off on the move and repeat this announcement in two weeks in case any of the residents are incapable of making objections right now.

[ He takes a very long pause before his next message. ]

If... you need a third party to talk to, for whatever reason, please consider contacting me. My name is Ken, if you'd prefer to make a private filter.

dash zero zero one

[banshee_rider]

[She'd been trying to ignore something since the whole fiasco went down, but the castle had gradually strengthened the intensity of her urges until she's flipping open the journal now and clearing her throat.]

This is Spartan-087.

[She sounds a little confused. Mainly, why is she so compelled to leave a message like this?]

I bruised my hand.

[It'd been when she'd punched the vent in, looking for the bomb, but really it's almost healed up now; it's such a niggling injury compared to what she's had before.]

I'm -- not sure why I told you.

[Hello, Kelly, welcome to your loss. After an awkward pause,]

087, out.

Third Waypoint Marked

[wolf_of_war]

[Filtered to those he attacked or otherwise intimidated on the Event Horizon (aka Ashura, Muraki, Pixy (if he really wants to hear it) and Gary Sitterson).]

I realize that many of you may be recovering from the events that transpired over the past few days. However, I wish to take a moment to apologize for any physical or psychological harm contact with me may have inflicted upon you. My only wish was to prevent anyone from harming themselves, others, or the ship before we were presented with the opportunity to escape. I do not like to engage my combat or stalking protocols on those I would otherwise consider allies, and did so with extreme reluctance.

If you wish to have a word with me in person, you will find me waiting in the lobby.

[/Filter]

[Those who happen to pass through the lobby this evening will find a fairly beat-up looking robo-wolf curled up near the stairs. Though he's had plenty of rest, psychologically he's still pretty tired. An odd thing, considering he's a robot, but his mind is as close to human as an AI can be.]

♔ dix || and the dogs shall eat jezebel in the territory of jezreel

[ensorceler]

[ It takes so much effort to write this, but Anne trusts her own voice now less than she trusts her hands, which both have their troubles. She must write with her left hand, so it's shaky in parts, but the slow effort still keeps it elegant, the letters tight. The humble signature also hurts her pride, but there you go. ]

The names of the fallen. They must be properly honored, though we know not their true fate in this castle's version of eternity. I believe Jesus Christ will see their souls are gently handled no matter the trial, and I must know all the bodies are treated with as much respect and care until they awaken.

Further, I would also have the names of those who rescued me; the names of all of the heroes to risk their own souls to save our lost ones.

~ Anne Boleyn

[ ooc; Open over the journal or in the clinic! She'll be in a room, pretty banged and bandaged up all over (even her face), with one arm in a sling. No clue who her doctor is, so that position is available! ]