✈ 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?

[video]

[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?...]

[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.

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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.

[hearrrtofgold]

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

[orderfromchaos]

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

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