Second Floor Boys Bathroom, Sunday after the return

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Bruce lived on the fifth floor. This was only the second. Bruce didn't care. It was the nearest set of showers for him to wash off the stink of sweat, filth, human blood (mostly not his), and grenade launcher exhaust. It had been a long weekend. Residents of the second floor were just going to have to deal with his trespassing.

And his humming. The damn Flower Waltz was stuck in his head after that last fight and it just wouldn't leave.

[OOC: It seems like a lot of people in the lobby were talking about showers, so why not. Come to the showers, wash up, and discuss what exactly that horrifying goop in your hair is! And try not to make out too much, I suppose.]

The Lobby, Sunday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

A rip opened in the middle of the dorms lobby-- but it was unlike any void the island had seen before. It didn't precisely shine, but white light did filter out, almost tentatively, like the rays of the morning sun. It did not pull or pluck at anything, and when it vanished, it would leave the dorms exactly as it had found them.

It was not a rift that would take; it was a rift that would give.

Give back the people it had taken, that is.

[[ for those who were formerly strewn across the multiverse, after they touch their part! come home, folks ]]

Dorm Lobby, later Saturday afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven hadn't just been offering her healing gifts, she'd been trying to keep track of who had returned and crossing their name off the list she'd compiled over the weekend based on the radio and who else seemed to be missing. ( She posted a copy of the list in the lobby. )

She added a note: Please cross your name off this list if you have returned so that we know you are safe. If you have seen someone else here in Fandom since this afternoon, please remove their name as well.

Her OCD, she would give it to you.