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come_sailaway2022-08-19 08:12 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- arcane: ekko,
- arcane: jinx,
- changeling the lost: giles,
- changeling the lost: oswald wuthridge,
- elementary: joan watson,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- generator rex: six,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- original: aiden copeland,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: maximilien,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- sleepless domain: undine wells,
- tales of the abyss: jade curtiss,
- tales of vesperia: rita mordio,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus
AUGUST EVENT PART TWO: GIL'S ALL-FRIGHT DINER
[someone has to be the first to notice.
is it someone on the ship? who passed through the metal detector, only to find themselves still standing on deck zero; who watched Friday freeze up suddenly before fleeing from the room, hands wringing together?
or is it someone in the diner? who opens the portal door to find that it's now a real closet? who notices that the clone Friday has disappeared completely, along with every native vehicle? someone has to notice it first, and then spread it through the crowd like contagion. who's first?
it doesn't matter. all communication has been cut off. all access has been blocked. for now, on both sides of the portal, the passengers are on their own.
for now.
the sun has disappeared over the horizon. the beginning of stars in purple skies. and everything is completely silent.
for now.]
is it someone on the ship? who passed through the metal detector, only to find themselves still standing on deck zero; who watched Friday freeze up suddenly before fleeing from the room, hands wringing together?
or is it someone in the diner? who opens the portal door to find that it's now a real closet? who notices that the clone Friday has disappeared completely, along with every native vehicle? someone has to notice it first, and then spread it through the crowd like contagion. who's first?
it doesn't matter. all communication has been cut off. all access has been blocked. for now, on both sides of the portal, the passengers are on their own.
for now.
the sun has disappeared over the horizon. the beginning of stars in purple skies. and everything is completely silent.
for now.]
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[ Where's Clarke? Her vehicle's the largest, best suited for getting everyone out of here. Sword in hand, Dimitri swings clean through a zombie without pause, scanning the scene for anyone at risk.
At least Darcy's safe. He'll have to thank the man with wings, if he makes it out of this. ]
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the folding chairher sword in hand, slashing the arm from a zombie. ]What's the plan! Please have a fucking plan other than dying here!
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She wouldn’t stop thrashing.
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[ Well, he should have known better. ]
Get everyone without a ride to Clarke's car, then run! [ And pray to any god that might be listening that Clarke doesn't take off without them. They won't make this trip on foot. ]
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[ This is what the training is for, this is what all the drills and the early mornings and endless endless training with Izzy and Dimitri and everyone else who's been willing is for. Phil might be out of breath, but Darcy's humming like an engine at cruising speed, adrenaline threatening to burst out of every blood vessel. She gives a quick swivel, but all she sees is an encroaching horde that the three (really two) can't beat on their own. ]
Come on- come on! We're getting out!
[ She'll lead him by the throat with her blade again if she must, but for now? It's just a hand on his sleeve, her other still free to slash at anything that gets too close. ]
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[ Another zombie down, split from the shoulder across the torso. ]
But I will not leave anyone behind!
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[ Which, thank god. ]
Move.
[ That’s an order. ]
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[ Darcy outright holds his hand this time, tugging him away from the precipice, back towards the rover. ]