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Re-Entry 08: Video/Spam

Help!

[The cry goes out while the video is still turning on. The picture, when it appears, is chaotic: Felix Gaeta, ashen grey and soaked with sweat and tears of panic, but only for a second before the shaking camera turns on what looks like an empty Western ghost town, caught from a high vantage point, shingles visible at the bottom of the screen.

Not empty. There are snarls and yowls and a terrifyingly organic sound coming from below.

Felix's voice cuts in again, tight with fear. He's not a hero. He's not a fighter. He's the one at the controls, and for all that he's usually good at staying calm in a crisis, it's a lot frakking easier when there's a console between him and it. He sounds a little hysterical.]

SOS! SOS! I'm pinned down in the-- oh, gods-- [There's another furious roar from below; his voice hitches, the camera shakes.] --the CES. Something attacked us. I think Dean is dead. I--

[There's a scream from underneath, unmistakeably human. The communicator drops against the shingles--] Dean? [--and cuts out.]

[Open Spam for Level Two/Infirmary, Later]

[After it's all over, after they've done what they can with Dean's corpse and patched up whatever needs to be on the survivors, Felix is set adrift into the aftermath. He should get cleaned up and then stay with Dean, he knows, or else he should get back to work and keep something like this from happening again. But he can't seem to make himself go to the latter just yet, not with Dean dead less than an hour, and the former...

He's always known that the death toll exists here, but he's never had to really confront it before, not in a way he couldn't brush off and ignore. The truth is that it scares him more than almost anything else about the Barge, even here, even now. It's not ignorance; it's not that he's never seen anything like it before. It's that he has.

The pull to sit by Dean's side and wait is powerful, but in the end, he winds up haunting the door to the infirmary, still red-eyed and disheveled, constantly peeking inside.]

((Right after/congruent with this, obviously.))

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[ Oh jesus christ. It had to be Dean, didn't it. Steph's already pulling on her suit. ]

I am en route to your location, armed and ready. Is anyone else coming?

Edited 2013-05-19 23:46 (UTC)

On my way.

[ Grabbing a sidearm and not even taking the time to bother with much else. Good thing she wears a sports bra as a matter of casual dress. ]

Stay on the line, Felix.

[By the time he gets the message, Dean is in the infirmary.]

[Which doesn't mean he would have gone. If Dean was dead, he was dead. So it went. He'd been back before, would be back again. No skin off the marquis's nose.]

[And yet he has skills to contribute. He's not planning to share the fact that he intends to with anyone other than (probably) Dean, but plans occasionally change.]

[He goes to check on Dean to see the extent of the injuries rather than out of sentiment - he won't be awake yet. But when he sees the man who made the call hovering in the doorway, he wonders if this might be valuable after all.]

[He speaks without announcing himself, his tone neither passionate nor morbidly curious. There is information it would be beneficial for him to know. That's all.]

What was it?

[Squeak!]

Coming!

[Riddick wasn't among the first responders, nocturnal as he's been lapsing, but when he wakes blearily to the SOS cry it's really hard to put a little non-morning coffee and constitutional first on his list of priorities. Things are resolved by the time he gets to the infirmary.]

You're on your feet. What did you see in there. What went for you. We gotta do better about keeping people safe while we're 'training'.

[His voice is sleep-rough, adrenaline-terse-- who does he mean by 'we?' Equal parts the wardens, the prison vets, the strong fighters, but he's drawn to this crisis like he could stop it from happening again.

He knows he can't. He's still asking.]

Has someone come to your assistance?

[The worst, it seems, has happened. For the Piemaker who could bring the dead back to life, it hurt unbearably to visibly see the people he knew and liked dying and in pain. True, the Barge brought people back all the time, but it hardly made it any easier, and it took some reminding that maybe it wasn't better to grow distant to people.

He crept up to the infirmary later, hands tucked under his arms, and came across the man called Felix on the way over]

...How, um.

How is he?

[ She had to puke her guts up, shower, and then puke again, and then shower again, so she's not here immediately. But she does show up eventually, in off-duty sweats with her hair wet and pulled back in a ponytail. ]

...hey.

What the Hell? Did you fucking find him?

[It's all Beatrix has to say as she stares at the screen, shocked. The CES has been undeniably brutal lately, but she never thought it'd really kill someone. Let alone someone her loved one is close to – and her concern is more for Kon than Dean.]

Edited 2013-05-20 08:36 (UTC)

[She sees the message too late to do anything. The least she can do, then, is visit the infirmary.

When she sees Felix her chest tightens, and it's a moment before she speaks, voice soft and concerned.]

Hey.

[Trip's not stupid, and he's been in enough similar situations to know what you do when this kind of thing happens to someone you care about, so he knows what Felix is doing when he finds him hovering outside the infirmary door, even if he doesn't really know exactly what's going on. He doesn't know why Dean's particularly important, or that Felix is uncomfortable with the death toll for reasons which - honestly - make a hell of a lot of sense when you have the full context of the situation, but he still gets the need to be there, and the worry that you'll get in the way or it'll somehow be worse to actually be in there, so he's not going to try and convince him to go in or do anything other than what he's doing right now.]

How's he doing?

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