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ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
ataraxites) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- allison argent,
- bahorel,
- bucky barnes,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chell,
- derek hale,
- dorian pavus,
- elizabeth,
- enfys llewelyn,
- fenris,
- galadriel,
- heather mason,
- jean prouvaire,
- leo fitz,
- murphy pendleton,
- muscovy,
- rikku | au,
- sebastian vael,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- the warden (mira tabris),
- valya
EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN
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.
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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( her eyes unfocus. of course she remembers. she was, uh. shit. no, she's totally got this-- )
Yeah, I was...we were. We were out with Candice and her man, big fucker, moody, kind of French, only happy when he's got a hand on her arse. ( there's some gesturing to indicate size, at this point. of candice's man, not candice's arse. presumably.
and-- that all happened. but not with gareth, and it didn't answer his question. that all happened, and then she woke up on the ship, and a vampire got in her face, and everything got terribly stressful. )
Must've come home in the morning. I don't drive, you know.
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Where were you before you walked through that door? [ with a nod to it, his voice steady, expectant. ] Right before, not last night.
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the voice from behind her is thick with sleep, accented american, and cuts through her fixed stare easy as you like: )
Is that Cerys back?
( she doesn't immediately answer. )
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No time to mince words, then. His hands meet in the middle around the barrel of his gun again, although he keeps it low, torn between not wanting to let whoever that is get the jump on them and not wanting to have to fight her too. ]
Whatever you think is happening right now, it isn't. [ He steps a little closer, eyes steady, trying to keep her attention. ] This isn't real. He isn't real.
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the space around them stutters like a bad television signal. gareth stands up, but he looks confused, too, and enfys' mind doesn't give him an opportunity to voice it. she wishes that it took longer - she wishes that she could have believed in it more, that it would be harder than this to remind her of what's true, but that's the thing, isn't it. if it were harder to walk away from, she wouldn't have walked away from it, would she? bucky isn't whoever they imagined was taking care of cerys bringing her back, because gareth doesn't need someone else to bring cerys back to him. he's with her.
he's not here. he's never been here.
enfys' lips twist in an awful, weary smile. there are teeth in it. it looks more like she should, and there's something about that better left unexamined. )
Yeah,
( quietly, the shelves crumbling behind her, fire from the hearth licking up the walls as they come down. )
I know.
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This goddamn ship. [ Shaking his head, he frees up a hand to reach out to her, almost — to find her hand, or her shoulder, something, but he stops short, beckoning instead. They're sharing enough already. ] Come on. Let's get the hell out of here, huh? We can burn it all down for real another day.
[ Preferably when they're not still inside it. ]
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the ring lingers the longest, of all the things conjured to soothe her, and she removes it herself, brisk, and-- it's an oddly delicate gesture, that she takes the time to set it down on the ground rather than drop it into nothing.
it isn't real. but it was; but it could have been.
it just wasn't for her, that's all. lots of things aren't for her. she lives without them, so-- )
Blow it all up, you mean, Miss C4 2015.
( --nothing is sacred, not really. )
We going someplace special, or just 'away'?