Sixth Floor Common Room - Saturday Evening

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky's head was pounding. He opened his eyes and found himself face-down on the floor of the Sixth Floor Common Room.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his side and clambered to his feet. "Hamlet?" Kawalsky called. What had happened last night? The details were a little fuzzy, but as he steadied himself, he tried to recall what went down.

They were in Room 666 with the book and the crazy window and the things flying at them. Then there was the big soul-sucking thing and some incantation and then...

He turned and stumbled as quickly as he could towards the door without falling over his own feet. Grabbing onto the door frame, Kawalsky hung out into the corridor and looked down at where the ridiculously long Sixth Floor corridor had been.

It was gone. All that remained was a normal dead end wall.

There were only a few rooms left. The endless stream of rooms was gone. Then he remembered. The hypercube section of the floor had collapsed in on itself. Kawalsky and Hamlet had run as fast as they could to keep ahead of the collapsing after the big 'thing' had heard the incantation.

They'd both landed pretty hard in the common room to avoid the thick layer of plaster and dust that now coated the remains of the corridor.

Squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to push away the pounding headache he had, Kawalsky wondered what time it was and how long they'd been up here. He turned back around and saw Hamlet sprawled behind the couch.

He rushed to his side and shook him gently. "Hamlet? Hamlet?"


[OOC: For the Danish Emo Prince to wrap up the plot.]

Comments

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"We can come back and grab the rest later. Probably a good idea to get out of here for a while. You sure that's all you want? Might not be here when we come back."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

He took another look over the room, trying to see if there was anything else there that he couldn't bear to part with. He shook his head in response to Kawalsky's question. "Much of this is Duo's, and ... I haven't wanted to clean that out."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky nodded silently and looked around at Duo's stuff. "You think that thing got him? All of them?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet nodded. "Likely. A dozen different people all vanished overnight in the same way, and it all seems to much to be a coincidence."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Charlie leaned a hand above his head against the door. "You're the last man standing. You did the right thing by them."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

He leaned against the door frame, unknowingly getting white powder over his back. "Did I? I couldn't bring any of them back. I've destroyed most of their remaining things. Is that all that could have been done?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"No," Charlie admitted. "More should've been done a long time before we came into the picture. But it wasn't, and good people died. That's the price we pay for looking the other way and letting things slide. But when it came to crunch time, you did what you could. You could've run or got someone else to do the dirty work. You stood your ground and avenged them. All a guy can do is take what he's got where he is and do what he knows needs to be done."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet smiled a bit at that. "I suppose that's true, isn't it? In this world full of disasters and chaos, the only thing we can ever really claim to is that we tried."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky nodded. "Truer words were never spoken. C'mon, let's get outta here and get something to eat. Feels like I haven't eaten all day."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet grabbed his box of belongings and headed out of the room. "That suits me fine. I'm ready for anything but the evil cafeteria food."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky followed behind him, closing the door after them.

He stopped briefly to check 604, then 602 and 601 for any signs of Earl, but there were none. They were just regular, empty rooms.

Letting out a long sigh, Kawalsky followed Hamlet to the stairs. He had a gut feeling that Earl was gone.