✈ day one hundred and seventy one, video

[diealone]

[Jack looks a little stressed. Understandably. He's got a mean five o'clock shadow going on, and from the angle he's got the journal at, you can see Scott standing by the door to the infirmary, looking similarly tense and worried, but okay. They're both fine.

They're just also alone, in the infirmary, with limited weapons, resources, and access to things like morphine and anything more useful than bandages and basic antiseptic.

(Jack's made do with less, but that doesn't stop the resentment from coiling in his gut again, setting him further on edge.)]

Scott and I are in the infirmary. It's safe, but the hall outside seems pretty bad.

[Or at least, Scott had said it smelled weird, and Jack is not really in a position to be doubting his teenage werewolf warden right now.]

If anyone needs medical attention, we're here, and we can help. If you're stuck and need help, call us, and I can try to talk you through how to get up here without hurting yourself or your friends worse. If you're in your room, get first aid kits, scissors, water, food, alcohol if you don't have anything else to sterilize a wound, anything that can be made into bandages. People are going to get hurt, and I will try to save you, but I can't do that if we're not being smart.

[And then his expression twists into something that's bitter and fond, and a little less psychotically focused, because he throws this out there like he doesn't mean it, but he does. Or at least, he's starting to again.]

Live together, die alone.

[Jack lets out a breath, composes himself again, and then the same incredibly focused energy is back in place of whatever that was.]

Has anyone seen Dillon or David?

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[punched_hitler]

If anyone calls you and you can't get them up there - call me. [He'll find a way to get there.]

Do you need anything?

[diealone]

[Despite how grouchy Jack had gotten about Steve being all bossy and "follow me, I know the way" when they'd been in the caves (thus proving he's the world's biggest hypocrite), the doctor doesn't seem bothered right now.

Or, you know, bothered by that. He might even sound a little grateful.]

Food, potable drinking water, weapons. We can make do with what supplies we've got, but none of us have any idea how long this thing is going to last for.

[punched_hitler]

[Sorry, he's kind of just used to taking charge. But he really didn't mean to insult you by it? Water under the bridge, either way, especially if you don't care about it at the moment. Which is good. There are definitely other things to care about.]

You got it. Bucky and I are working our way up. [Complete with the sound of screeching metal in the background.] We'll grab you what we can on the way. [Water and weapons probably being the most important. Honestly, Steve can give up the Colt if someone knows how to use it. He's been used to operating without a sidearm for a while, now.]

[diealone]

[Spoilers Steve: it's not you who's the asshole here. Someone just has control issues. B(

Also jeez, he kind of wants to know what that noise is, but. Other stuff to deal with.]

Thanks. If you see Dillon or David, get them up here, or at least get their keys.

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[theresalwayshope]

[Allison's cabin is on the second level. She's good in a crisis, she's a trained hunter...she's well armed and well suited to face what's happening.

When the ship went to pieces, however, she made the mistake of grabbing the nearest weapon at the time...the gun under the desk in her father's study...and sticking her head into the corridor to make sure it was all clear.

Now she's huddled in one corner of the corridor with a gun in her hand, a hand bleeding after she tried to strike out at a familiar dark figure, and a million faces staring at her that she can't escape. Hearing Jack's voice, the mention of Scott's name...she swears she's seen them in the mirrors, and what's worse is that they were laughing at her...that Scott was with that other girl, face hidden behind his shoulder, and they were both mocking her...

And that dark figure...that girl, she's seeing her again. The girl in the black hood, the one who shot her...herself, the hunter she will never be.

She's terrified to move now, because no matter what else, Allison remembers this. The image of Scott with that flare in his hand will never leave her, and the night of Lydia's party, when they were all poisoned by wolfsbane...

The image that comes up on Jack's comm is one of a haggard, wild-eyed Allison Argent, desperately trying to control her breathing while keeping her voice to a whisper at the same time.]

I...I think it's some kind of poison. O-or...it's making--

[She cuts herself off, head whipping sharply to the side. She heard something. She knows she heard something...

The unmistakable sound of the hammer being drawn back on a gun can be heard over the comm.]

There's something out here. [She's still whispering.] Don't let Scott come out.

[Because she knows, even though she's rapidly losing the ability to understand that there's something in the air, affecting her, she can still see Scott in that puddle of gasoline with that flare in his hand. She can't let him be affected, much less hurt--

...was that a flame she just saw in the mirror?...]

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[diealone]

[All Jack can think when he sees Allison's message is thank God Scott is in the vet clinic looking for more supplies, because he sees this? And he's bolting right into whatever this is.

Still, Allison's just a kid, and he might not be used to being in charge of a bunch of kids, but he's sure as hell not just leaving her out there.

Except he can't leave, either. Banner's down, he has no idea where Dillon, the Emperor and David are or if they can get up here, and people are definitely going to get hurt.

But.]

Can you get to us?

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[theresalwayshope]

[The gut-check answer is no, because she's not alone out here. She's already cut her hand up from hitting a mirror, she knows that...

She also can't put down her gun.

Swallowing thickly, Allison shuts her eyes. She nods, then shakes her head, lips moving slightly, forming words that are just barely audible.]

Thread the needle...thread the needle, I...got to thread the needle...

[She finally opens her eyes. She doesn't look any steadier, but there's another click as she safely brings the hammer back down on her gun, then shifts to tuck it into the back of her jeans. It's less dangerous if it's not in her hand...]

I can try. I don't...I don't know, but I can try. Just...don't let Scott come out--

[Her head whips to the side again, a sharp gasp tearing loose from her throat. She knows she heard something that time...that wasn't a reflection in the corner of her eye, there's someone there...]

Can you...keep talking to me? [She hates herself for how small and scared she sounds, but she knows Jack's voice. If he's talking to her on comms, he's not out in the corridor. He's in the infirmary, with Scott, and she can hang onto that. Whatever else she hears or sees, she can know that's real to get her through the maze of mirrors.]

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[diealone]

[Jack glances over his shoulder to make sure Scott's still otherwise occupied and takes a couple steps closer to the door, not leaving to peer out into the hallway, but far enough away that he should hopefully be able to buy them both a little more time before Scott starts getting ideas about running out to get her.]

Yeah, I can keep doing that. [Unfortunately, he doesn't exactly look or sound calm when he says it - more like stressed and unhappy, but can you really blame him? - but at least he's talking.] What floor are you on?

[They haven't been outside yet, so he doesn't know if that's what they're walking into or not.]

[warisart]

I am available to assist with search and rescue - my abilities remain intact.

My priority after security of the infirmary will be securing the dining hall as a safe position and to distribute supplies from if necessary.

[diealone]

You got anyone with you?

[warisart]

I do not at this time. My inmate is in Zero.

[diealone]

She alright? What's it like down there?

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[voluntaryapnea]

[The Barge is apparently in chaos -- again. And really, between being possessed by an evil fox who thrived on chaos, and being on the Barge? He should be completely used to chaos by now. But each time here is totally different than the time before, and that's what's disconcerting. He never knows what to expect. Ever.

He is in the seventh floor stairwell, panting and clutching onto his baseball bat tightly when the comm comes on and he sees Jack. He sees Scott in the background too, safe and sound, thank god and that at least, brings him a moment of relief.]

Seventh floor is occupied by evil bumper cars.

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[diealone]

[Wow.

Well.]

Excuse me?

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[voluntaryapnea]

[Yeah. Right there with ya, Jack. Right. There. With. You.]

Like evil robots in the form of bumper cars with very sharp objects they try to ram into you with!

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[diealone]

And you're taking them on with a baseball bat?

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[semifreakingnormal]

Can you get down here? [There's a spot of relief, when he sees Stiles okay, but it's not enough.]

It's safe in here. But the floor outside - something smells wrong out there.

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[voluntaryapnea]

I'm gonna try. After I find Lydia and Allison. [Right after he catches his breath in the stairwell anyway.]

What do you mean? How does it smell?

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[semifreakingnormal]

Just not right. I don't know, I didn't get a good - when you get down here, hold something over your mouths. It hasn't gotten into the infirmary yet, so once you can get here you'll be okay.

[He hopes.]

[hearrrtofgold]

Addendum: If anyone's hurt and can't make it to the infirmary, I'll do the legwork and come get you.

[diealone]

Thanks. What level are you on?

[hearrrtofgold]

Seven, with the Cuisinart cars. [He lifts his Remington shotgun into view.] I think this and a baseball bat can slow them down. What else can I bring you?

[orderfromchaos]

I'm on one - not far. The place looks - weird.

[He swings the camera view around to show the garish concessions.]

[diealone]

[Wow, what the fuck.]

Is the dining hall okay? Ben said he was working on securing it.

[orderfromchaos]

I don't know. I'm - pretty sure my spillover helps this stuff reestablish itself so I haven't been going over to that end.