logsinthenight | INTRO LOG: OCTOBER

INTRO LOG: OCTOBER

characters: everyone.
location: the harbor, as well as the rest of town.
date/time: october 1-3.
content: beacon's newest batch of residents arrives on the ferry. scavenger hunt prizes are awarded. the ferry capsizes in a blaze of glory.
warnings: n/a.

welcome to beacon.

It's dim, and the room won't stop swaying, gently rocking you back and forth. A loud sound startles you fully awake, a deep, moaning call: a foghorn. As your eyes adjust, you note faint red light streaking through the room from a tiny, round window.

You've found yourself in a private room, lying on a bed. The last things you remember are the events that led up to your death. Beside you is a folded tablet and a lantern that glows steadily with a healthy flame.

You're on a ship. And that ship is docking.

Making your way to the deck, and eventually the pier, you find only moonlight to greet you, and a dark forest beyond. There are other people here, each with their own unique lantern, and many of them look just as lost as you are. On the ferry you've just disembarked from, the speaker system begins to play a song.

In the distance, across the waters of the lake, you can see the tall silhouette of a lighthouse, its red light slowly turning.

•••

Luckily for all the newcomers, the tablet and the town have some resources available for playing catch up! In fact, as soon as they're prompted to enter a network username, an app containing all sorts of useful welcome information will launch. Newcomers can always check out the weekly bulletins and the records in town hall as well, and everyone's welcome to get in touch with the NPCs through their inboxes.

When the ferry docks, it seems as though you've been spared from any weirdness this month! It's good to have a break now and then, isn't it? And if you participated in the scavenger hunt, you're probably eagerly awaiting your promised prize—

But, ohp, what's that sound? Is that the ferry's engine firing up again? The ship roars to life again as some brave mutineers overthrow its autopilot system. Crowley and the Winter Soldier man the ferry's control room while Aziraphale flits between the cargo hold and the deck, attempting to assuage any accidental kidnapees with reassuring words and cake.

Unfortunately, the joyride is shortlived. Between the ferry's complex control panel and the haphazard attempts to override it, all the group manages to do is send the boat charging full speed ahead—which would be great if it wasn't facing the beach. The ferry jolts forward and careens smack into the dock, tearing down the entire structure and punching a sizeable hole in the ferry's hull.

Well, that could've gone better. But there's no time to dwell on the mistakes of the very recent past! The ferry is sinking, and quickly! Looks like you'll have to scramble if you want to save what's left in the cargo hold before the whole thing goes under... And that's gonna be awfully tricky without a dock.

Oh, and maybe save the new arrivals? Make sure they don't drown? But, then again, if they go down with the ship, they'll just show up again in the church... The same can't be said for the restock for the general store!

As smoke billows from the damaged ferry and the last the harbor disappears into the lake, the Lighthouse Keeper appears on the network with a pretty straightforward question. Also, the ferry's song changes, so. That happens.

ooc.

Hey there, wonderful players, and welcome to In the Night! For this intro log, you are officially without a chaperone. Rastus is back at the bonfire, Will is characteristically elusive, and Robin is, well, you know where she's at. It's up to the veteran residents to fill in the new folks.

And regarding the ferry disaster... Well, you have some options. Here's what you need to know:
This is a player plot organized by MJ, Xy, and Gail! A big thank-you to them for providing us with this intro log event!

Whether or not your character and any packages addressed to them are affected by this plot is up to you! If you would like to assume your character avoids dealing with this chaos and somehow grabs their delivery without issue, go right ahead!

Similarly, if you're looking for an opportunity to make your character's life harder, injury and death are always on the table! Or maybe it's your package that takes the abuse, lost forever to the lake's depths or washing up all waterlogged a week or two down the road. In short: How you engage with this plot is entirely up to you.

What happens to the ferry and the dock? Within a couple of hours, the ferry will sink completely, and anything on board when it goes down is lost forever. Which bodes super well for the ferry, huh? Sure hope the next batch of newcomers has some strong swimmers. Oh, and the dock is gone, too. If you want it back, you'll have to rebuild it.

As for Crowley, Aziraphale, Bucky, and anyone else on the ferry or dock during the collision... Hope you boys like concussions, bruised ribs, and a broken bone or two, because you've got 'em! The exact injuries are up to you, but they're the equivalent of a semi-serious car accident.

One last thing: The fate of the shop restocks, including all of the food for the month, depends on you! Let us know if your character will be participating in the rescue attempt. In exchange for letting us beat up your character, you can save a portion of the month's supplies! We'll let you all know on October 3 what the rations for the rest of the month will look like.

DELIVERIES

The following packages can be found in the cargo hold:

The monthly store restock
For Daylight: A variety of gardening tools piled into a wheelbarrow, as well as packets of seeds for the following plants: Boneset, dogtooth violet, starflower, Carolina springbeauty, pipsissewa, bloodroot, red columbine, narrowleaf blue-eyed grass, harlequin blueflag, and purple pitcherplant; he will also receive a translation for the following: An invitation to join the speaker as company
For Aziraphale: A record player, the complete discographies of a variety of bands (Abba, Rob Zombie, Tool, Hanson, Eiffel 65, and Spice Girls), a two-tiered wedding cake, and packets of seeds for the following plants: Strawberry, cherry tomato, cucumber, blackberry, carrot, potato, raspberry, and pumpkin; he will also receive a familiar copy of a familiar book: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, along with a blue ribbon that reads "BEST IN SHOW"
For Bruce: A handheld metal detector and a rechargeable battery for it, a chisel, a climbing harness (that, according to the packaging, is the #1 Safety Rated!) and a 50 ft. coil of rope
For Cao Pi: A go board
For Rosinante: A sextant, and 3 cartons of cigarettes; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Danger! Run and hide!"
For Kuai: A basket of 16 mooncakes, as well as incregredients for more
For Javert: 3 pairs of handcuffs, a greatcoat in Javert's size, and a trunk full of swords in varying styles and conditions; he will also receive an electric chainsaw
For Kol: A record player, the complete discographies of a variety of bands (New Kids on the Block, Weird Al Yankovic, Sound Garden, Ke$ha, INXS, and Spinal Tap), a cooler full of blood bags and ice packs, and an assortment of stamps; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "I'm lost" or "Need directions"
For Elena: A journal; she will also receive a portable generator (powerful enough for a single power tool or small appliance; can be charged through a typical wall outlet)
For Xayah: A thick journal and a glass vial of black ink; she will also receive a sizeable roll of barbed wire, as well as a stuffed animal
For Ignis: A spice restock (with a few new ones mixed in!), 3 paired of leather gloves, and... 12? pairs? of glasses? They're all in slightly different prescriptions, though. A variety pack!; he will also receive a power drill (runs on a rechargeable battery or can be plugged directly into a wall socket)
For Riku: A wood stove, a set of paints, and 5 canvases; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Looking for water" or "Thirsty"
For Matt: A rosary and a Braille Bible... which is more of a collection of volumes, really; he will also receive a translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Looking for food" or "Hungry"
For Noctis: Two complete sets of the Lord of the Rings series (except, wait a minute... they appear to be the novelizations of the movies); he will also receive an SD card that, when plugged into a tablet, will upload GPS directions to a new location...
For Rosalind: A crate of basic all-purpose lab equipment, a fancy microscope, an emergency eye wash station, a mortar and pestle, a lab coat, a Lite Brite, and... the things she needs to make things float, whatever those are; she will also receive a pair of dousing rods (that will actually point in the direction of water, checkmate atheists)
For Jason: A translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Sympathy" or "I'm sorry"
For Coraline: A translation for the rough equivalent to the following phrase: "Teach me"
For Eliot: A bottle of hospital grade painkillers (it contains 10 doses and functions similarly to Vicodin)
For Allie: A bottle of strong antibiotics (it contains 10 doses and can fight off most any infection)
For Vanitas: A portable camping stove (runs on a portable battery or can be plugged directly into a wall socket)
For Hope: A soldering iron (runs on a portable battery or can be plugged directly into a wall socket)
For Quentin: A cannister of foaming bandage (can be used 5 times to immediately close a wound/stop semi-severe bleeding)
For Mary: An SD card that, when plugged into a tablet, will upload GPS directions to a new location...

If you submitted an item request last month and we've missed it here, let us know!

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« « « Ferry crashing It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

[Quentin is on the docks, having followed Eliot down half out of habit, but also because he wants to great the new-comers. Wants to make sure that no one ends up sleeping in the town square or wandering the woods. So, he plans to walk around, saying hello and welcome to anyone who might look like that was a thing they wouldn't mind him doing.

So, standing on the docks, lantern at his feet, Quentin watches it pull up and a few people get off before the towns people board it along with Eliot, looking for supplies and packages most likely and Quentin tunes it out-- manages it for a whole five minutes before the engine of the ferry roars like a wild beast, the water churning up the sides of it and it doesn't sail off. No, it launches itself at the docks, keel up and plowing through the wood before he even has a chance to yell or scream, people being thrown clear off and on to dry ground and others going over the side to plunge in to the freezing waters. Quentin is halfway through a tut when something hard smashes in to his back and forces him down on his knees, kneeling even as the ferry tips over in almost slowmotion and a song? starts playing. What the fuck?

Still on his knees, Quentin starts the next tut even as the water rushes up around him, the steel-beams and woodwork from the dock falling down around his ears, his hands flying through each one, fingers twisting fast and practiced through a shield, a shimmering net, to push under the ferry to keep it afloat for longer, another for keeping the splintering boards underneath his knees from falling in to the lake and another, to build when he can't mend - an only barely stable bridge from dry land and to the ferry to help people get back to safety.]

Help me! Get them off the ferry! Fucking do something!

« « « Ferry crashing closed to Eliot WaughEverybody wanted to be the hero of their own story

[With all the screaming and the sudden beam to the back, it takes Quentin a while to get back up and look for Eliot. There are people everywhere, screaming for help or scrambling over debris to get at the screaming ones, there are people lying too still and much, much too quiet on the ground and all Quentin can do, now, is look at the boat, waiting for Eliot to show himself.

He waits, casting tut after tut to try and help the nearest ones, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his hand and squinting through the massive headache building at the base of his skull.]

« « « After the crash Nobody wanted to be comic relief. [one person only / first responder]

[It's done.

The ferry is beneath the waves and probably most of what it was carrying in fifty feet under water by now. Quentin is down by the ragged edge of what's left of the docks, beaten up lantern beside him and he tries to casts tuts to heal wounds, to knit bones and to lower the fear - the fear of who did this? Why? Are they going to do something else? Are we safe? And no one knows the answer to that, so he's just going to keep reassuring people that this was a mistake, a one-off, a faulty ferry and keep on healing, the blood flowing freely now because it's coming to fast for him to wipe away and besides, his sleeve is drenched anyway. Blood smeared all over his face and his back is on fire and his hands are numb, magic bleeding out with every breath until suddenly-

Quentin keels over.]

« « « wildcard You'll never know if you put the ring in the right volcano

[Find him anywhere, healing people. Ask for help? For directions? Hit me up and we can work something out.]

Edited 2019-10-02 17:07 (UTC)

[ Hey.

The sound comes like it's fighting through a thick layer of wet cotton. Muffled but not distant inside the howling tunnel of silence, and that's the rush of blood in one's ears, the tattered dregs of the adrenaline that's probably kept Quentin afloat as long as it has.

Hey! Stop!

There's no getting there in time to catch the magician before he hits the splintered wood, all along the way the shore's churned up like the wreckage of the docks has tilled the sandy soil beneath all these hurrying feet, dredging up little shells and half-decayed vegetation.

The hands that pull him up are cool and a little shaky. Riku's teeth are grit against the shivering need to chatter them; it's cold to his islander blood already without trying to salvage whatever supplies they can from the lake's frigid depths.

He takes stock of the blood, but it's not until he turns him over to lean against Riku's bent knee that he realizes who it is. He should've known - between the magic crackling everywhere and the way this guy was just moving his hands.

Riku can't even judge him for going overboard, for punching at his own limits to help people. He hears a great, wooden groan and feels this shattered remnant of the docks shudder and list, so he pulls him up into his own arms and stands--

Which doesn't help with the dock's listing, it's starting to collapse and he won't really have time to charge across the last of it before they might both end up pitched into the cold water. They both still have their lanterns. It would kill them both, but at least they wouldn't suffer. ]

Sorry--!

[ Not for the rescue. He won't regret that. He doesn't regret that.

But as he taps into his own heart and the dark power that lives it - into the anger, into the despair, the grief and the loneliness - and wraps himself and Quentin in the Darkness, he does regret exposing anyone to a power that tends to corrupt. It's only a short jump, with the two of them little more than some purplish-black smudge streaking through the air before they re-emerge on the shore, where he promptly puts him down. ]

[It's not even dreaming, what Quentin is doing. It's a deep dive in to unconsciousness and not even someone calling out or grabbing a hold of him is going to change that. Quentin is out, lost somewhere between sleeping and a coma, with fresh blood pouring out of his nose and from his torn fingers, from the splinters pushed and pounded in to them as he was trying to get people out of the water and from pushing debris and bits of the docks away from the people trapped underneath when the magic wouldn't come fast enough. His back, when his shirt rides up, shows a huge bruise growing darker by the minute.

The Darkness sweeping in from Riku and the sudden and very unexpected jump to safety, does however make him groan, low in his throat and kind of watery from all the blood, once they touch down and Quentin twitches weakly in Riku's arms, before he's placed on the ground and tries to get up even if he's still halfway passed out.

Trying to move does makes the darkness recede a little, the bright bolt of pain coming from everywhere clearing Quentin's head a little and he blinks back tears as he grits his teeth against it, flopping back down almost immediately.

Fuck. He passed out like a complete loser, and the work's not over yet, not as long as there's still people bleeding, broken bones poking through their skin, people drowning in the lake.]

Fuck! Fuck, just-- give me a minute? I'm okay.

[Not really seeing Riku until he's already trying to get up again, is already trying to push himself up]

Oh! Hey! I-- know you.

[ He's hurt. He's hurt all over and even in places Riku can't see. There's that sound in Quentin's exhale that worries him, that prompts that hiccup in his thoughts that says maybe this might be damage I can't fix, and in that black space when he blinks he sees Five choking on his own blood all over again.

Quentin's still out but his body fights to move and get up, as much as Riku admires that drive, he's in no condition to get back to it. He's got him on physical strength even without the shock and the injuries and the utter magical and corporeal exhaustion; Riku doesn't have to do anything more than press his palm flat over the frantic beat of his heart to hold him there when Quentin flops back like a puppet with all its strings cut.

Means Quentin doesn't get that second chance to get back up again, as Riku bears down a little on that arm. Sorry again - that's not going to feel great on that growing black bruise taking up most of the man's back. ]

Promise. My hands were nowhere near your pants.

[ Dryly.

Riku still might be resenting Quentin a little for that comment back then. It's there on the periphery of Quentin's vision, where Riku's other arm is flung back and his half-gloved hand starts to curl in around a ripple in the space between, the way something just appears in his fist like he'd pulled it out of thin air.

Something like a broadsword, if a broadsword looked a little like an overgrown car key if you squinted. ]

Hold still.

[ It teems with magic all on its own, but when Riku calls out: ]

Heal!

[ And it pulls all the vast magical energy right out of Riku in one shot because healing someone else does that, it costs a lot more than to burn or electrify or freeze them. There's no light, just the glimmer of an image: verdant green leaves and a great bright blossom unfurling its petals to shed the condensed and restorative drop of magic down on him.

A warmth that pervades.

Please work.

That's still a question, because there are times... there's damage too extreme for the way his magic works now. ]

Too bad-- [Quentin grinds out, jaw clenched against the pain rolling over him as Riku pushes him back down, and how the fuck did that guy get so strong? Riku's hand feels like it weighs a ton, at least.] Only part of me-- that doesn't-- ow, shit-- feels broken.

[And he was about to argue the point, to get back up when-- it's not light, because it's never light anymore, not here, but it's like the after-image after a bolt of lightening, pressing in and unfurling something in the air over his body and Quentin looks back, heart pounding, his mouth too dry and tasting like iron. Gritty and slick, when he tries to swallow - trust, trust, trust- he'd been bent over more bodies today than he ever wanted to, and maybe this was how it looked to the people who didn't know magic, that electrified sizzle in the air just before magic touches you and the thing in the air drips, drops magic, and it sinks in to him.

Quentin arches off the ground with a silent scream, mouth opened wide as the magic works its way through him and it's over in the blink of an eye and still it felt like forever before the vice-like grip around his chest loosens, before he can breath again and he flops back, blinking and gasping for breath.]

That-- [and another deep breath, a little easier this time around and his head is still pounding and his chest hurts when he breathes, but less now. Like he can actually do this without passing out and he settles for just lying back down to look up at Riku, still holding what looks like a giant key.] That was you? Wasn't it? Thank you.

[ Two reasons, Quentin: the magician is wrecked by injury and fatigue, and Riku is that strong, he's tried to gain the strength to protect what and who is important to him since he was five, maybe almost as long as Quentin has yearned for a world of magic, for something greater.

Quentin arches like the nearly drowned drawing their first sweet breath of anything that isn't water bruising the insides of their lungs. He gasps again and it's not perfect, but it's better.

Riku looks down at him like he can't believe he's hearing his gratitude. Like Quentin is the one who threw him a life preserver while the waves grew high enough to slap him back down into their depths. ]

It worked.

[ It's different and that's what makes it stand out, the smile that suddenly breaks out across Riku's face, that makes his sea-colored eyes light up in the lantern-light.

Because he's never actually been happy before, not in Quentin's presence. Not since Kairi went missing and washed up on the shore of the lake for someone else to find. Not since Sora left and not since he felt Dawn's existence torn straight out of his heart and burned up like a bit of flash-paper.

His head sags from his shoulders in relief, and then, he pushes one arm beneath Quentin's shoulders, seeking to pull him into sitting up. Carefully. ]

Call us even. You helped a lot of us today.

[ Riku lowers his other arm and with it, the Keyblade grasped in his fist. As he does, the emblem that dangles from the butt of the weapon stands out, stark and dark against his pale fingers. ]

Good job, hero.

Wasn't it-- supposed to?

[Quentin pants, chest heaving under Riku's hand and the feeling of bones shifting under his skin to knit his broken ribs back together is more unsettling than painful, and stupid as he is, he pokes it gingerly with a muffled hiss of pain.] Fucking ow.

[It feels like his whole head has been stuffed inside a cloud of cotton wool, his ears plugged and his movements painfully slow when he turns his head to look further down the beach. There's people helping, some seem to have set up make-shift healing or first-aid stations and there are people in the water, still, pulling up supplies and stuff that went overboard as the ferry sank and Quentin allows himself a moment to just lie there, breathing slowing down to something closer to normal and he clenches his hands.

There's pain. Lots of it, but it's the dull kind that you might get after working out too hard or after-- hell if Quentin knows, but it seems like the kind of pain his dad would complain about after spending a weekend in the garden, getting things ready for the season. Whatever that meant. He should have asked. Should have cared enough to, and now it's too late for all of that. Too late for a lot of things and he lets Riku get him up, leaning on to him until he finds some kind of balance and his head stops spinning quite so much.]

Everyone helped. [Quentin says quietly, eyeing the Mickey Mouse trinket dangling from the huge car key in Riku's hand. Right. Why not? Everyone had to have a hobby, why not the Mouse himself. He snorts] Was that sarcasm? And what the fuck just happened? Was it an attack?

Yeah, except-

[ Seeing how Quentin takes personal inventory tells him a lot about how he's feeling, the occasional expletive besides. He looks exhausted. For all Riku knows, he might have knocked himself harder in his fall than it looks. He's no doctor, and even his own healing magic seems useless in the face of more severe, life-threatening injuries.

On top of everything else, to have doubts about one's own abilities... ]

Maybe it's being here, or the fact we're dead. I don't know, it's done something to my magic. It's not as effective.

[ The weapon vanishes, and with it the prickle of magic. Riku feels a pressure behind his temples and realizes he's probably got a few more of those in him, and a lengthy period between for his magic reserves to return, before he's completely tapped out. That now empty hand pulls one of his arms over his shoulders, letting himself carry some of the weight as he eases Quentin to his feet. ]

I have no idea. I don't think the forest spirits attacked us, if they had, the whole beach would've been overrun.

[ He turns his gaze towards the lake, frowning. ]

Maybe somebody panicked. Besides- [ He lifts his eyebrows at Quentin, turning his face towards the magician, his smile faint and a little incredulous. ]

Is that gonna be your reaction any time somebody tells you "good job"? Gimme a break.

Yeah, tell me about it.

[Quentin says, offhand, because his magic has been acting weird ever since they got here. Spells failed, even the easy ones. And nothing worked as well as it was supposed to, like something was holding it back or like the ambient magic was too low for anything more than party tricks and weak versions of the more useful ones.

He gets an arm around Riku, hating the fact that he seems to actually need it right now.]

I haven't seen any. I've only seen-- people. Just us. And who would panic? The ferryman? Why? Did we-- do you know if we lost anyone? I didn't see anyone who was-- who couldn't be. But. Did you? See anyone?

[Snorting back a laugh, Quentin tilts his head to grin back at Riku, eyes crinkling at the corners.]

Oh no, no no. That's just for you.

[ Sometimes the most important things Riku expresses are in the things he doesn't say, which often means that his intentions and priorities go misunderstood, if not outright unknown.

So far, it hasn't really been a source of resentment or bitterness. Sometimes the truth lies in the gaps between what is and isn't said. Like how Quentin and Riku don't comment on how heavily Quentin leans on Riku to stay upright. Not all truths need a voice.

Sometimes Riku also needs a moment to be vulnerable without anyone making a spectacle of it.

The message might not be crystal clear, but it's alright to need support. There's no weakness in relying on someone else. Riku is also, incidentally, pretty bad at following his own sometimes unspoken advice. Quentin grins at Riku, and the silver-haired islander finds himself returning the expression, the smile showing in the tightness at the corners of his teal eyes. ]

Heh.

Did you wake up on that ferry, realizing you'd died and thought "cool"?

[ A not so hypothetical question. ]

Oh, god, no.

[One foot in front of the other, moving even if his whole body protests this with the weakness in his knees and the way his heart is still racing. Parts residual panic, parts exhaustion, all of it too much on top of each other and the day isn't even done yet. The ferry is gone, somewhere in the middle of things, he saw it disappear beneath the surface of the lake, the dark water spilling over the deck and sucking it down at last. At least it stayed up for long enough to most people off of it, even if it had been a struggle for everyone standing on the docks, doing their various forms of magic, all of it mingling against the hull of the ferry and each of them doing what they could to prevent this.

No supplies.

No more new arrivals, unless the Lighthouse Keeper had a spare ferry she just hadn't mentioned before. Or they managed to get it up from the bottom of the lake.

Quentin looks from Riku's face out in to the dark, the voices talking in hushed whispers as if no one wants to be the one to cause a panic with a scream or a too loud shout. No one seemed to mind earlier. But this is the aftermath, this is when the world draws its first breath after the disaster and gets down to the business of clearing the area to rebuild. Quentin licks his dry lips, still tasting blood which he tries to wipe away with the sleeve of his shirt, hanging on to Riku more than he'd like and probably not as much as he should as he looks back with a grin.]

I was just really confused about why they gave me a Metrocard in the Underworld when I was going to go to the Afterlife on a ferry? That part was really-- that took a while to wrap my head around. Did you wake up and go 'cool'?

Nope.

[ Which is kind of the point he's making. Most of these guys don't jump with joy when facing the fact they've died. As Quentin's gaze drifts, Riku takes advantage of his distraction to look him over - moving around might have exposed an injury he missed, but so far all he sees is every indication that what the man needs is rest.

And a drink. He doesn't mean a strong one, though that probably couldn't hurt, either. ]

That's what I mean. Somebody probably freaked out, maybe thought they could just steer themselves back. Just speculating.

[ They'll learn later what really happened, but for now, all he's got is a lot of confusion, injuries, and a logistical disaster to sort through. It's going to be a long night.

First, a really critical question. Absolutely important: ]

...What's a Metrocard?

[ Not actually that important. ]

Did you wake up with enough time to think that? I think, uh, I think I woke up just before we reached the dock and I wasn't really thinking, but--

[Quentin shrugs awkwardly under Riku's arm, wiping a hand over his face again. This whole thing is a mess, the beach is clogged with debris and people trying to fish out anything even remotely useful from the water and the ferry is just gone.

There's not going to be any more people, and the hope that maybe he'd get to see one of the others again - and Quentin would give a lot to just get to talk to Julia again, just fucking once because they never had a chance by the end of things. By the time they got to the end, Julia had been gone, like Eliot, possessed by something ancient and evil and out for blood.]

I mean--uh, you think someone could plan enough for that? But. Yeah, maybe. Maybe that was it. I fucking hope so? Also, it's-- hey, you can just, uh, you know, put me down over there? By the-- by the, I think it was a bench once?

[Not that he could mend it right now, but it's a place to sit down. He pulls out the Metrocard, the blue letters standing out strong against the wasp-yellow card, some designers idea of showing speed or something stupid like that, and holds it out for Riku to see.]

I got this in the Underworld? I think it's supposed to bring me to my final resting place, but Penny-- the guy who gave it to me, he didn't say much about it. He didn't say much about anything.

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