EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.

An echoing boom comes from deep in the middle of the ship, shakes its way through the trees and waters of the Oxygen Gardens, down into the maze of walkways and mechanics that make up the Engineering Complex. A sense of danger rolls through with it, enough to make you pause in your work, set down tools or supplies, ignore the thrumming pain in your head to find out what. Trapped far away from the comforts of beds and kitchens and slow approaching necessity of gravcouches, you only have each other to turn to. But soon that grows difficult, turnings leading you off path, door slamming shut behind you. In the increasing isolation panic swells like an infection up through your mind-- but then soothes. You find your way into an unexpected comfort, the company of a long-gone friend, an old home filled with happy memories. You linger, drift into contentment, and yet it still can't calm one deep nagging doubt: you aren't safe where you've found yourself.

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[storiesandknives]

[She does, but it feels like so long ago now. She....she pauses because it couldn't be that long ago could it. And if it wasn't then...]

I did....I told you that.

[Which most people didn't know about.]

[underthevines]

You did.

[ Valya has never been one to reach out to people, but there is no way she is leaving Mira here, not now. Not when she found someone so similar to herself and yet someone who gives the elves back their pride. Valya reaches to grip Mira's shoulder firmly, to remind her of what is real and actual. ]

So trust me. Come with me away from all of this. You still owe me stories.

[storiesandknives]

I...

[She can't, she's dying. The taint....the taint doesn't work that fast. She frowns staring at her hands. She risks a look back at the bodies in front of her. What does she fear the most ....this. She fears this and while she looks away from the bodies because fake or not she doesn't need to see them like that, her expression changes.]

I trust you.

[She draws her sword back to her side and picks herself up.]

[underthevines]

[ The other elf stands, and Valya steps back to give her room, but keeps near. Holding her staff up a bit, it glows providing light further down the hall. ]

Let's focus on getting out of here.

[ For she has seen too many dead--real or imagined--come to life. ]

[storiesandknives]

[She nods. Trying not to look back.]

We should....

[Go, they should go. Do something. She ....she can still see the bodies. She takes a deep breath. This taint isn't real, you aren't dying yet. Sooner then most but not yet.]

....Right, go.

[underthevines]

[ Mira is older than her, and has likely seen more in her lifetime than Valya ever would. But she still holds out a hand to the Warden--for comfort or distraction or something more complicated than that. ]

Have you thought about what you'll name the griffon you're partnered with?

[storiesandknives]

[She'll take the offered hand gladly. The topic manages to give her a weak smile.]

Names....yes names are important...I suppose it depends on what they are like...

[underthevines]

[ She keeps the contact, the touch, as her staff lights the way out. Valya keeps to the conversation, if nothing more than a distraction. ]

Mostly squeakers at the moment. A lot like Revas.