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APRIL EVENT: YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME (EPILOGUE)
[one by one, they are brought out of the dream, finding themselves in a brightly lit world of sand and broken glass, of familiar faces and audible relief.
as they pass through the crew quarters, they may notice that some tubes seem to be unoccupied, merely sand and empty air.
when they finally push open the heavy door, they find themselves on deck zero. the familiar terrain of the Serena Eterna. they never really left at all.
it is still and quiet; none of the usual ghostly presences can be found anywhere on the ship; in fact, it seems as if there’s barely enough of… whatever it is to keep the lights on, and they’ll find that all internal locations are dimly lit, making it difficult to search them. and they will be searching.
because Fio wasn’t in any of the tubes.
and neither was the Captain.
and Sparkles is somewhere to be found.]
as they pass through the crew quarters, they may notice that some tubes seem to be unoccupied, merely sand and empty air.
when they finally push open the heavy door, they find themselves on deck zero. the familiar terrain of the Serena Eterna. they never really left at all.
it is still and quiet; none of the usual ghostly presences can be found anywhere on the ship; in fact, it seems as if there’s barely enough of… whatever it is to keep the lights on, and they’ll find that all internal locations are dimly lit, making it difficult to search them. and they will be searching.
because Fio wasn’t in any of the tubes.
and neither was the Captain.
and Sparkles is somewhere to be found.]
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"Oh, hey, do any of these desserts on the table work for your healing trick?"
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He looks back at Crichton, then at the table. He's carefully assessing the spread before them, analyzing, and frowning faintly as he picks up a little square of cake that might have been at home amid a little doily and a bunch of other insubstantial treats. "This is the closest. I don't know if it'll fix it entirely but maybe it make it hurt less," he offers. He figures that partial healing is better than just leaving it.
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"If you can at least get rid of this splitting headache I've got, I'll be over the moon, man. Anything you can do would be great."
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Wayne nods, and picks up the cake, closing his hand around it in a way that might normally squish it but rather than being stuck with fingers covered in pastry, there's nothing there. At least, until he re-deploys it, the crunchy-filtered treat popping into existence again over his palm, rotating once, then disappearing in two large bite-like chunks. It's not the best option for mending, but it's better than it was, the throbbing dying down to a dull, persistent ache.
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He falls silent while he watches Wayne work on that cake morsel. His eyes widen in astonishment when it disappears only to re-materialize in a strangely new form, floating in place until it's munched out of existence for good. The acute pain between Crichton's eyes goes with it.
"Whoa. That was incredible. Feels a lot better. Thank you."
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"How quickly can you heal, actually?" He thinks but doesn't say: so you do have bones.
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"Maybe this is a little morbid to ask but considering all the ways you've offered to help me, I'd like to know how I can return the favor. If I ever find you gravely injured, what would be my best option for you? Do I carry you to the hot tub or...the buffet?"
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He pulls a bit of a face as he thinks on that. "It'd be nice if you guys could use them the same way I do but I don't think your biology really allows for that. I kinda wanna suggest just letting me die but really it just depends on the situation. If I can still get myself around, food works. Bath's better for long-lasting damage like that." He rubs his hand along the underside of his jaw, trying to figure out a less worrying and potentially labor-intensive alternative.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, alright? I'm pretty good at communicating what I need in the moment at least."
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