The lawn in front of the school, Sunday night

[notmyownage]

Claudia hit the ground with a soft whump and blinked into the dirt. She looked up just in time to catch the last of the clouds disappearing on the horizon.

There was a horizon again! She remembered horizons. Horizons were good.

She remembered the rest of it, and not sure where the urge came from, she focused in on it nonetheless, remembering her dorm room and her friends and the town, her brother and their parents and Artie and the Warehouse and Myka and Pete and their families and Leena and Mrs. Frederick and everything else she could think of.

It took awhile, that much remembering. But for the first time in what felt like ages, Claudia figured she had awhile to spare.

[ooc: sure, it can be open, why not?]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

It had been a long day, at the end of a long weekend, at the end of a long week, and so on. So Bruce was pleased enough to take it easy for a night and head to the common room. But that was just a cover for something he really wanted to test.

When Bruce made his contributions to remembering everything back into existence, he cheated in one area and changed one small detail in the dorms. Bruce turned the television on and flipped channels freely.

He won.

That - and the overall return of Fandom, his home reality, his cave, and apparently all other realities - meant that he was even willing to compromise from his habit of watching true crime documentaries by watching a stupid-looking Christmas movie about a con. Why not? Twas the season, after all.

[OOC: TAKE THAT, TV! Ahem. The common room is open, naturally.]

Garden, Sunday Night

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

Cassidy suddenly found herself opening her eyes back in the gardens and falling on the ground. Confused, she looked around, but the things that had attacked her. As she was getting to her feet, she heard a thought in the wind, or maybe she was imagining things.

*REMEMBER*

Her first thought was of the friends that had been lost here and she thought of them first.

Then she thought of her home. Of Dharo and the people that were her friends and her family. She remembered Devra and Burle. She remembered her brother, Clayton. She thought of Morton and how his smile made her blush and how he wished he liked her like she like him. She remembered the land and how it came to life beneath her hands and feet. She remembered how much she needed to be linked with the land and how the woods or the lakes looked in summer and autumn. She went back to remembering the roads and the fields in Weaver's Field -- in her mind she thought of the pretty houses and the clean storefronts. She remembered and kept coming back to Morton and to Clayton.

She sat down and pressed her hands against the ground to make sure it was being brought back as well and then sighed, leaning back.

Then, she did the thing she had been afraid of doing, afraid that even if she was back, others may have been hurt in the fighting she was sure that happened after how many people were taken away.

She swallowed and sent out a worried call on an open thread.

*Shira? Karla?*

Mother Night, please let them be here, still.


[[OOC: Hping for two or three, but it's open.]]

The Dorm Roof, Sunday Evening

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

As soon as they'd been given the all clear to leave Special Collections, Isabel had taken off for the dorm roof. It had been the last place she'd seen Wyatt and she hoped that meant that was where he'd reappear.

The trip across the campus was a blur as Isabel focused on remembering everything she could. Hot chocolate in the woods, laughing at a bad movie, burgers at the Crashdown, Max, Michael, her mom, her dad, that last moment on the roof before she turned and ran.

Oh please oh please oh please.....

Half afraid of what she would or wouldn't find, Isabel pushed open the door to the roof.