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 ]]

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[trigons_child]

"Karla is right over there," she said, pointing toward her friend. "Unless there is anything I can do for you?" She could sense the trauma her friends had experienced, but she didn't want to push, not yet, until they'd had time to deal with it on their own.

[wwiii]

"Not unless you can take away nightmares," Warren sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and running bloodied hands through hair that wasn't much cleaner, right then. "I'll be okay. I just have to..."

To start breathing again. Any moment now. Looking Karla's way certainly helped with that, at least. She was alright. People were alright.

"I'll be okay," he repeated, because he had no idea what he had to do.

[trigons_child]

"That is within my power, but it is best that you heal from such things on your own and learn from it," Raven said softly. "But should it prove to be too much, I would be willing to offer my aid."


[Hitting post helps, self.]