For lastvoyages Seventh Plan (video+spam)

[alwayshasaplan]

Holy shit, the angel's gone nuts. 

[private to Richie]
Richie! Castiel's gone *KSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHT* you've gotta get aw-*KSSSSHHHHHT* Richie? For fuck's sake *KSHHHHT* the Hell is wrong with this piece of *KSSSSHHT*

[friends list]
Check in, people, we've got problems. 

[private to Yen Sid]
[Seth is faking being calm. Fairly well, but he's definitely faking.]
Hi, I'm Seth, Hoffman's former inmate. I need your help. I have no bullets for my weapon and my brother might be in trouble.

[spam for hallways, lobby and public areas]
[Seth bursts out of his door, barely bothering to turn and lock it behind him before he starts racing down the hall.] RICHIE!

[He's determined to find his brother and help him hide. Between Castiel going bonkers, Ben going bonkers and Arthas being...Arthas it is getting way too dangerous around here. Time to hole up.]

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[fuckingvisions]

...Wish I could help man, but I cant.

[ His voice sounds dejected.]

[alwayshasaplan]

You can't? You hurt or something man? You sound like Hell.

[fuckingvisions]

No, man. Don't be worrying about me. I just got something I have to do.

[ He's on his way to see if he can fly.]

Shut up Lucas! Let me talk to him!

[ He snapped at...nothing.] Sorry about that Seth. I gotta go.

[alwayshasaplan]

Of course I'm worried about you, this fucking place is crazy.

[He's startled. He opens his mouth to say something--and suddenly he nearly drops the communicator as he sees some of the vampires he killed leering at him from beyond the window glass.]

--fuck me!

What? Gotta go? Wait a fucking second--

[fuckingvisions]

Crazy is just a way of lookin' at things Seth. Don't be so judgemental...

[ He muttered as he moved through the hall for the stairwell.]

You'll be okay Seth. Find some silver, make a cross.

[ His voice was flat and void as he spoke looking off at something else.]

I cant wait, I have to fix this.... [ And then he shut the communicator off.... which never ends well for Doyle.]

[video]

[deadliestviper]

I noticed.

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[alwayshasaplan]

You all right? You holding together? People are losing their shit. I gotta go find Richie.

[video]

[deadliestviper]

I'm hanging in there but I'm not the picture of mental health. When did you last see him?

[video]

[alwayshasaplan]

The game room. His Warden's turned into a basket case with superpowers.

[He glances over his shoulder.] What do you mean "worse"?

Anyway, I'll take your crazy over Castiel's any day.

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[deadliestviper]

Shit. You think he's hurt him?

[B narrows her eyes.] Who are you talking to?

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[alwayshasaplan]

I can't afford to trust that he won't.

[He sighs.] Jacob. He's a preacher who got trapped with his family inside the Titty Twister when the massacre went down. I would never have made it out without him. He's been haunting me off and on since Wonderland.

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[deadliestviper]

I'll keep an eye out for both of them. If I find Richie, I'll keep him with me until we can meet up.

[She shuts her mouth. This is worse than she figured – especially if anyone's apparitions are recurring.]

Tommy's here. My dead fiancé.

[video]

[alwayshasaplan]

...Jesus.

I've seen some people I know are dead, but nothing like that.

Look, we should meet up once I find Richie. This shit has to be harder to weather alone.

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[deadliestviper]

Yeah, it's fucked up. Everyone's here. [Everyone from the wedding, anyway – Erica and Jolene and Janeen stick close together, giggling and chatting away just like old times, except the hands they whisper behind are semi-transparent. Reverend Harmony and his bitch of a wife lecturing her on propriety from beyond the grave. She's even seen Rufus lounging against a wall, smelled the smoke from his cigarette.]

Let's do that. Whatever this shit is, it seems to be catering to everyone individually. Maybe it's less effective on a group.

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[alwayshasaplan]

Yeah. Besides we can always sanity-check each other.

My interim dude is here. He's supposed to be able to magic up some kind of guard against ghosts. Hope it works. I'm gonna check Richie's room now.

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[deadliestviper]

Great. Slap me if I start calling myself Arlene.

That's better than what I've got. [Which is a club made of a chair leg – not useful against ghosts, but it comforts her to carry it nonetheless.] You get in any trouble and you call me.

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[alwayshasaplan]

Yeah, okay. Though I'll try to talk you out of it first.

[He nods.] Yeah, I will. Maybe after all this mess is over you should talk to this Yen Sid guy. He seems to know what he's doing.

[Private]

[magisterus]

All are in danger here. This Port is not what it seems.

[ He's getting some serious bad juju vibes from this place, and it's only getting worse. ]

'Bullets' are not something I carry, and I do not believe the Admiral is taking requests at the moment. I can, however, provide you and your brother with other means of protecting yourselves.

[Private]

[alwayshasaplan]

Yeah, no kidding. Worse, it seems like there's not a damn thing that can be physically done about it except hide somewhere and ride it out.

I don't need protection. I can take care of myself. But my brother needs help now. I can't fail him again.

Any help you wanna offer, well, I'd owe you one.

[Private]

[magisterus]

You need owe me nothing, young man.

[ He promised he would look after you, and he will. ]

Though I cannot offer much in the way of weaponry, I can provide a talisman that will ward you and one other from any dangers you may encounter.

You need only keep it with you, and it will protect you from any assailants.

[Private]

[alwayshasaplan]

OK. Fine. Where can I meet you? My brother needs that thing as soon as possible. I'm on Two heading for the main staircase.

[Private]

[magisterus]

I will meet you there.

[ It'll only take him a few minutes. ]

[Private]

[alwayshasaplan]

[He waits for the man, staring down the hallway at the door to Richie's room. He knows he shouldn't go without backup. He knows. But his hands clench and unclench, and he keeps finding his hand on the grip of his .44 even though he has no bullets.]

[He's surprised to see a guy dressed like Gandalf round the corner, but you never know what you're going to get with the Barge, so he nods in greeting.]

Thanks for coming. His room's down that way.

[Spam]

[magisterus]

[ Gandalf the Grey, he is not, but they look like they could be bros, don't they?

He nods once in greeting, a small grimace tugging at the corner of his mouth. He is calm and composed, but the hotel has him slightly on edge. ]

Hello, Seth. Do you wish for me to accompany you, or will the talisman be helpful in itself?

[Spam]

[alwayshasaplan]

[He rubs his chin, then looks down the hall.]

Look, I don't know what I'm facing here. Maybe it's best that you stay within earshot while I check the room.

[Spam]

[magisterus]

Very well.

So long as nothing is amiss, I can ward the room as well.

[Spam]

[alwayshasaplan]

[Seth heads down the hall, forcing himself forward with each step while simultaneously feeling like he's trying not to run. The gun's heavy comfort in his hand grows lighter and lighter until he tucks its useless shape back in its holster. He's two doors down from his brother's room when he notices a deep crack in the middle of the door.]

Oh shit--

[He bolts forward.]

[Spam]

[magisterus]

[ He's not a young man anymore so when the other bolts into the room, he doesn't run down the hall. He does, however, appear just outside the door. ]

Seth-

[ The sight that greets him is a grim one, indeed. ]

[Spam]

[alwayshasaplan]

[He smells the blood before he sees anything, and kicks open the door, which falls to pieces at the hard shove of his boot. There are dents in the walls, little smears of blood there and on the ceiling. He doesn't see Richie right away, and when he does, he goes very still. His brain tries to tell him that that can't be Richie, that misshapen pathetic pile in the corner. But he knows.]

Oh God. Not again....

[His voice is tight, a brief desperate whisper. But he knows it's useless. He lifts his chin, and slowly, deliberately walks over to lift the body and smooth it out from its crumpled pose. Richie's still warm. He isn't stiff yet. Seth touches his blood-crusted hair, his face expressionless.]

[Spam]

[magisterus]

[ In his long years of following the Order, he has been no stranger to bloodshed and carnage. Not all the worlds out there are pleasant ones, and there have been some he's seen ravaged by the tides of war and oppression.

This, however, is no battlefield -- a dangerous place where malevolence seems steeped in the ground itself -- but to see such depravity here...

It takes a moment for him to approach, and he does so slowly. After a long moment, finally, he speaks. ]

...I am sorry.

[ And truly, he is. Had he only come sooner, perhaps this could have been avoided. ]

[Spam]

[alwayshasaplan]

[He's quiet for a little while. Then he rasps softly,]

He's been dead at least half an hour. He was dead before I even started looking for him.

[He gets up slowly and goes to the bed, grabbing the comforter to wrap Richie's body in.]

You sure as hell aren't the one who owes an apology. [And he can't keep the bitterness out of his voice.]