Outside the Dorms, Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate Monday Night/Early Tuesday Morning

[glacial_witch]

Karla fled towards the dorms, running as if there were Hell-hounds flat on her heels. Just a little bit further, she thought. Just a little bit faster… She was flagging, and quickly, but she reached down deep in her reserves and dredged up enough energy for one last little burst of speed.

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[trigons_child]

The sudden shock of fury jolted Raven from her sleep. For a moment she was confused, trying to figure out where the feeling was coming from, and then she felt a familiarity with the source and realized she knew who it was. "Karla," she said, rising from her bed. Somewhere outside, but she needed a moment to contain the feeling and stop it from affecting her before she could find where she was. She pulled a cloak around herself and stepped out into the hallway.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine thought the wave of badhurtangrybrokenWRONG that made her sit up with a gasp was the end of a nightmare she couldn't remember, for just a moment, but it was still there, as she tried to catch her breath, and still there as she blinked in the dark, and still there as she heard footsteps outside in the hallway and stumbled over to the door to look out. "What's--- Raven? What's happening? Something's wrong!"

[thismaskiwear]

"Francie?" Katchoo was up a second later, and a step or two behind getting to the door thanks to nearly tripping over Clocky on the way. "What's goin' on?"

She smothered a yawn and continued, "If you're goin' off on some crazy rescue mission thing again, you're not doing it without me this time, got it?"

[trigons_child]

"It is Karla," Raven said, pressing one hand to the wall to keep her balance as she tried to contain the anger and pain. "She is somewhere close...hurt and enraged."

[blondecanary]

Dinah was having a nightmare. Karla's nightmare. Karla's waking nightmare... and then she was awake, shuddering, cold cold cold Karla oh God--

She dressed as fast as she cold, grabbed her keys, and ran out the door, running down the hall and taking the stairs three steps at a time.

[furnaceface]

It wasn't easy for Jonothon to sleep at the best of times. Not with someone else sharing the room and a constant need to wrestle back the psionic flame that made up most of his very being. Being hammered with a wave of emotion while he was halfway to something resembling rest was not particularly helping.

Perhaps this was the one instance where it was fortunate that Jono was never going to get up the nerve to actually develop his psychic potential. The feeling hit him something like a battering ram and lingered there, but he had no idea what it really was, or where it had come from.

And so he grumbled something in the back of his mind that was entirely incoherent, threw a pillow at the wall in a sleep-fogged effort to show whatever it was who was boss, and rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

[flowering_mind]

As it happened, Ino was sleeping but not particularly restfully-reliving what she'd done to Kinjo Sae over and over, a thousand times over, while her mind added new twists to the story each time; twists that alternately reveled in it-the control, the power, the power over life and death-and reviled what she'd done-a girl who'd watched her with trusting eyes, a man who'd expected his loving mistress.

No, Ino's sleep hadn't been restful for a while now, and she was already tossing and turning when unnamed--nameless rage/pain/fury/hunting--slammed into her shields already weakened by sleep and sent her spinning into worse nightmares, everything amplified, everything sharpened until even the most innocuous scenes bit into her mind, tore through the barriers and excuses and blocks she'd erected around her job, around her missions

[momslilassassin]

Ben wasn't asleep--he was on his bed working on his experimental Thor hat for Jono--when Karla's emotions hit him with the force of a crashing landspeeder.

He curled into a ball, forgetting for a moment how to breathe.

[endsthegame]

Ender's eyes were drawn to him immediately, reflexes jumping into action. "Ben?"

[momslilassassin]

Jacen's rage had been a cold, controlled fire, terrifying and implacable. This was different--it was more like how Ben's father had described ice storms on Hoth: unreasonable and deadly.

"Karla's back," Ben finally said, taking gulping breaths of air. "And she's pissed."

[endsthegame]

"Above and beyond?" Ender checked, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed to settle down on the floor.