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7. the return (spam + open + messages)
May. 8th, 2014 11:04 pm[Spam, chapel]
[He tumbles from the churchyard, muddy and raucous with the confused shouts of too many corpses raised still in their coffins, to the Barge's chapel, the closes equivalent whatever force brought him back could find. Make them go away, he pleaded and pleaded, hands clapped to his ears, and as earth and headstones turned into polished wood and plain pews, he sobbed softly in relief. He crawled into one of the pews, half-kneeling, half-slumped against the pew in front of him. He didn't pray. He just - shook, and gulped down air, and tried to come back to himself.]
[Public, video]
[Dillon looks a bit different. Very thin white scars spiderweb across his cheek and nose, like cracks in glass, pulling the skin just a little more taut, giving him a tiny lopsided quirk to his mouth. His hair and clothes are impeccably neat, as always, but his eyes look tired.]
...hey. I'm back. Glad I didn't miss whatever's coming.
[Humorlessly. He would be glad, if he weren't so worried about home right now, anyway. He'd want to be here. He does want to be here, if only so he doesn't have to be back there. He's just not in the mood to be happy about anything, is the point.]
I'll be in the infirmary, I guess. Sorry about missing my shifts, Doc.
[Private, Elsa]
...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go.
[Private to Abigail]
The thing I remembered in the future still hasn't happened yet.
[Just so she knows.]
[He tumbles from the churchyard, muddy and raucous with the confused shouts of too many corpses raised still in their coffins, to the Barge's chapel, the closes equivalent whatever force brought him back could find. Make them go away, he pleaded and pleaded, hands clapped to his ears, and as earth and headstones turned into polished wood and plain pews, he sobbed softly in relief. He crawled into one of the pews, half-kneeling, half-slumped against the pew in front of him. He didn't pray. He just - shook, and gulped down air, and tried to come back to himself.]
[Public, video]
[Dillon looks a bit different. Very thin white scars spiderweb across his cheek and nose, like cracks in glass, pulling the skin just a little more taut, giving him a tiny lopsided quirk to his mouth. His hair and clothes are impeccably neat, as always, but his eyes look tired.]
...hey. I'm back. Glad I didn't miss whatever's coming.
[Humorlessly. He would be glad, if he weren't so worried about home right now, anyway. He'd want to be here. He does want to be here, if only so he doesn't have to be back there. He's just not in the mood to be happy about anything, is the point.]
I'll be in the infirmary, I guess. Sorry about missing my shifts, Doc.
[Private, Elsa]
...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go.
[Private to Abigail]
The thing I remembered in the future still hasn't happened yet.
[Just so she knows.]
