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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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You okay after that last fight?" Bruce checked.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Still moving, have all my limbs, so I call that a success." Minor cuts, bruises, and a persistent uneasy feeling could not stop the ex thief.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I can't argue with that definition," Bruce said.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"We got everyone back?" he asked, looking around.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"All of our group, although Peter was a little worse for wear for a moment," Bruce said. "I don't see anyone mourning, so I'm assuming everyone else has come back just fine."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Gods, if we have to go back to find someone?"

He would do it. He would hate it, but he would do it .