PILOT'S LOG 1.04 ✈ VIDEO; CONSOLE

[merb]

[ Stork is on the Hotel console, and looking a little more grey than green at the moment. Long fingers are trembling slightly as he pulls them back, having juts turned on the video feed. ]

Did... did anyone else just see that...?

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((OOC: The vision has been telepathically sent out to all Foreigners and major named NPCs. Infomation and opt-out are in the OOC post!

Action at the Hotel is good too!))

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action;

[gistful]

[Anton was ensconced--reluctantly--in front of the fire when the vision hit. In its wake it leaves him, once more, with a tremble in his body and an unnerving numbness in his fingers. In spite of that he gets up and moves to the entrance between the lobby and the commons, leaning on the jamb.]

Malicant. That was the day he murdered five of the turtle hatchlings.

Re: action;

[merb]

That's... that's what you all beat?

[gistful]

Yes.

[Damn it. Now his knees feel weak. Anton finds the chair beside the doorway and sinks down into it.]

He murdered the emperor that day as well. It wasn't until some months later that we figured out how to kill an incorporeal being. He's gone now.

[merb]

[ He thinks, well not so far gone if we just got a literal blast from the past..., but Anton's suddenly display of weakness temporarily sets it aside. ]

Are you... okay?

[gistful]

I'll be fine.

[Not 'is', much to his frustration. This ... weakness wasn't going away nearly as fast as he expected it would. But Anton sits up straight and takes deep slow breaths, and looks at Stork.]

Are you?

[merb]

I'm... not hurt. It was just--

[ not something easily described in words ]

So you've seen that before? Back when... it happened?

[gistful]

No.

[Anton's frowning.]

Not like that, not that scene. Malicant rendered all of us unconscious so we wouldn't hear the hatchlings call for help. We found their bodies on the steps, after the fact.

[merb]

Rendered you... how? How do we know that won't happen again?

[gistful]

For certain? We don't. But I'm sure enough that Malicant is gone to trust that it won't, at least not by him.

[merb]

That's... something? I guess.

As long as you didn't accidentally ship him to Atmos.

Or, uh, any of your worlds.

[gistful]

That may have been his intent to begin with. A connection to each of our worlds. As newcomers have kept arriving, without indication of something terrible occurring where they came from, I'm inclined to think he hasn't been sent anywhere.

[merb]

[ Mute horror as Stork is picturing what Malicant affecting Cyclonis could have meant for Atmos... ]

Yeek.

[gistful]

Quite. Is there anything else about the vision you'd like to know?

[If not he ... might try to make his way back to his armchair without falling down. Or possibly his room.]

[merb]

I... no. You should sit down. You look awful.

[gistful]

[He had just risen, but dizziness was a constant unwanted companion these days.]

I'll be fine. I'll just ... make my way to my room. Do let me know if you'd like any further details in the future.

[merb]

[ Stork catches Anton under one arm with one four-fingered hand; it's not difficult as they're almost the same height, and there's a distinctly inhuman strength somehow crammed into that twig-like frame, and he steadies the proprietor. ]

Good idea, come on.

[gistful]

[Anton accepts the help, unexpected though it is, and leans on Stork as the merb guides him to his door.]

Thank you.

[He leans against the doorjamb, turning to look at Stork, quite seriously, and squeeze his shoulder.]

I should like to say there aren't monsters in the darkness, Master Stork. I daresay you already know that would be a lie. But it isn't a lie that they can be fought. And they will be.