Near Ingvar, And Then At the Duck Pond in the Park, Saturday Morning
Jack Priest
Jack was tired.
Tired of watching Emma get sicker, tired of staring at books that held no answers at all, tired of seeing dying plants and smelling the rot of a sick community. All of the cursed objects they’d tracked down were smashed, and the beds in the clinic were full - but nothing seemed to be getting much better.
He was out on an aimless walk to clear his head when he picked up a strange undercurrent on the wind coming from the direction of the smaller island. Unlike all the other strange scents lately, this one felt young, and hopeful, and almost healthy. His feet pulled him toward its source with almost no conscious thought.
When the shores of Ingvar came into view, he squinted hard, unable to make sense of the chaos of lines on the sand. Eventually they resolved themselves - first into letters scrawled in what looked like the handwriting of a very small child, and then into (badly misspelled and repeated) words.
MOMMY SICK TALK MOMMY TALK TO SICK MOMMY SICK
“I don’t understand,” Jack said aloud, mostly to himself, and watched another set of marks appear -- an arrow pointed right at him, and another chaos of letters:
MOMYTALKNOW
A sensation came with the words, one that carried with it a scent and weight that meant Fandom to him.
And then he knew what had to be done. They had to have a chat with Fandom, somehow, and that would give them a cure. (Or so Ingvar seemed to think, at least -- Jack wasn't sure how much to trust a sentient baby island.)
Not that he knew how to put the plan into motion, but there were certain advantages to dating a telepath. He only hoped Emma would be well enough to help.
Emma Frost
Emma looked up as Jack came into the Clinic, watching him weave his way amongst all the people toward her.
"I'm not asleep," she said, holding up a hand to forestall any interrogation. "I didn't sleep when I wasn't supposed to, and yes, I ate. But so help me, I will bite the next person that hovers, and I haven't had my shots recently."
Jack Priest
"Hi, I promise I haven't gone mad,but do you know how to talk to the island?"
Jack didn't feel in the mood for banter.
Emma Frost
"Find a Blood Queen, give her a garden rake and some tea, and point her towards whatever direction you want her to go in and pray she remembers what she's supposed to do and doesn't get distracted by the 'friendly' cannibalistic deer?" Emma guessed, blinking. "Or get a quorum of telepaths or empaths or whatever together and see if they can't hammer the message home? Why?"
Jack Priest
Jack silently produced his phone, grateful he'd had the presence of mind to take a photo of the scrawled words and the arrow before he came to find Emma.
"I think Ingvar wants us to talk to his mommy," he deadpanned. "So we might want to track down Karla or that quorum and see what we can do."
Emma Frost
Emma leaned forward to look at the photo, only to be interrupted by a coughing fit. "Great. The weird little island that likes to send people creepy dolls is worried," she managed, once she could breathe again. "That's totally reassuring."
No, it really wasn't.
"But I think you're right. We know Fandom's at least a bit sentient, and this can't hurt." She fell back on her pillows, making a face. "...got a pen and paper? I'll get you your quorum."
Emma closed her eyes, sinking into the comfort of her powers. She could already hear the entire population of the island more-or-less going about their lives. Now it was time to pay attention to who they actually were.
There, and there, and there. That one. And...that one too? Yes, they all resonated properly, with some bit of talent that could be useful.
"Master Skywalker," she breathed, not opening her eyes. "Karla. Raven. A student...Jalian. A man named Atticus who feels like wood and stone. That's all I can find. Shall I call them?"
Jack Priest
"Please," Jack said, and reached to ghost a hand over her hair as he thanked whatever powers existed that she'd been able to do this for him. "They might be able to get us out of this mess."
Emma Frost
"Mmm," she agreed absently, leaning into his hand. "Sit with me a moment? Although I'm going to need some water and a cane."
Of course she was going too. That was a given.
Emma pulled together the last psionic thread she'd been looking for, and then gave a polite (for her) rap up against the side of whatever mental shielding people had. <
Anakin Skywalker
Anything to stop another creepy doll invasion, Anakin replied promptly.
Emma Frost
<> she said, complete with a telepathic eyeroll. <
Anakin Skywalker
I am not moving to that island, Anakin declared.
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Jalian startled at the unfamiliar mindvoice, but oh, it was so good to hear one!
Talk to the island? she asked. Her skepticism about Ingvar bled through her words; the last time it had done something, they'd had to sing it to sleep.
Emma Frost
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Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Shiny? That was amusing. And Jalian had very little concept of modesty or secrets, so Emma's poking was met with whatever answers she wanted. I'd like to make him miserable, she agreed. He's hurt my friends.
Emma Frost
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Emma, no. Stop being a wonderful terrible telepathic role-model.
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Jalian sent a mental laugh. I'm very good with knives, she offered. What should we do first? Find him, or talk to the island?
Emma Frost
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Jalian could use her knives, and Emma could, well, experiment. It would be fun for everyone. Except Gaunt.
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Which led them back to this. Talk how?
Karla of Glacia
*Are we really getting pulled into some kind of familial mediation?* Karla sent, with a psychic impression of a raised eyebrow. *Oh, Fandom. If it's not trying to murder us, it's having us play counselor to a family made up of sentient islands.*
Also, it was rather scary how apt her castes were to do exactly that.
Emma Frost
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Karla of Glacia
*I can save you time on that investigation,* Karla sent. *Yes. Glad I could assist.*
Karla, stop being an ass.
*The real question is what the Hell we're going to do about it.*
Emma Frost
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Karla of Glacia
*Did I hang up?* Karla retorted. *There was a 'we' in there, Emma, and you know it. Whatever we do, I'm in.* She could feel Emma's mind branching off in a multitude of ways, like a giant, glittering web. *You think I'm gonna make you herd these cats on your own?*
Raven
Raven wasn't too terribly startled by the telepathic message. And she'd heard the island seemed at times to be almost sentient, so the images Emma sent were not too surprising, either.
Hello! she thought back, following the thread. I am certainly willing and able to assist in whatever we must do!
She paused for a moment.
But I am afraid I must ask...who is this?
Emma Frost
<<......>>
Seriously? Was that just Raven being...chipper-ish?
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Raven
Oh, I am sorry, I am not attempting to be humorous, Raven sent. I am having trouble with my memory at the moment, but my gifts still function normally, so I would be pleased to help however I can. If it will help the island and those who are sick, my skills are at your disposal.
Whoever this was.
Emma Frost
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Raven
No, there was a ritual and...perhaps now is not the best time to discuss it.
Raven was still trying to figure out who she was talking to, and since Karla had told her of other members of her First Circle, she had a good guess now. Are you Lady Emma? I assume you have contacted Queen Karla as well, then?
Emma Frost
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Look, this was just plain creepy. The last thing Emma needed was for Raven to sprain her brain more or whatever, and then get yelled at by Karla for breaking her because 'rituals' or something.
Emma really hated magic.
Raven
Oh, I assure you, my healing and empathic abilities are working just fine, and I am eager to join you, Raven enthusiastically assured her.
Just wait until Emma saw her new color palette! They'd get along so well!
Atticus O'Sullivan
It had been quite a while since anyone had tapped on the door of Atticus' mind, so please excuse the initial swear words of surprise, Emma. Once he'd recovered, he said, Uh, I assume this is about the current situation, and not Ingvar wanting a less creepy name?
Emma Frost
Emma's telepathic laugh at his reaction was utterly delighted. <
Please note that she was totally not apologizing for peeking. At all.
Anakin Skywalker
"Right," Anakin said, nose wrinkling in distaste as he looked around. "Most of this place is wrong and that's before we start with ideas like 'let's try the sewers!' Any suggestions?"
Raven
Raven shivered a little at the wrongness she was picking up all around her. It had been getting steadily worse as time went on, and it was making her skin crawl.
"I am able to send my Soul-Self above us to see if I may detect some area of the island that is not sickened," she offered. "Unless someone has a way that might be faster?"
Karla of Glacia
"I've been up and down most of the island for over a week now," Karla said, trying not to fidget. It was difficult, though. Feeling the island made her antsy. "The only place I haven't really tried is in town. But the preserve is dead, the water around Selkie Cove is black, the beach reeks of rotting fish, and the Rocky Bits just feel wrong."
Karla was deeply unhappy with the state of affairs here.
Emma Frost
"Well dammit, I'm a telepath not a botanist. I do people-genetics not plants with spots," Emma said testily from where she leaned on a cane she'd dug up from somewhere. It was still hard to walk any amount of distance, harder to breathe, and harder still to focus, but she was mad as hell and was not going to sit at the house to be fussed over while there was work to do. She could collapse later. "That's a nice list of where you've been, Karla, so where haven't you visited?"
Karla of Glacia
"The only place. I haven't been. Is town," Karla repeated. Slowly. "Did you get it that time, or should I say it once more?"
The state of the island wasn't doing anyone's temper very good.
Anakin Skywalker
"If we end up communing with the island from the hole Bel left in the park, I'm never, ever going to let him forget it," Anakin declared.
Emma Frost
"That sounds as good a place to start as any, Master Skywalker," Emma said primly, ignoring Karla's sulk. Sorry, Karla, didn't matter that you had a baby, you were still the bratty little Sister. FOREVER.
She glanced at the other members of their cheery little party. "Unless, of course, anyone else has a better plan?"
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
"We'll start in the park and quarter it?" Jalian suggested.
Atticus O'Sullivan
"That sounds reasonable. If the corruption is working its way inward, the park is probably our best bet for clean land," Atticus agreed. "I think if we wait for too much longer, there might not be any safe spots left."
Anakin Skywalker
"Happy thought," Anakin muttered, heading for the park, lightsaber hilt in hand.
Karla of Glacia
The sheer relief of standing in the patch of green around the still-blue waters of the duckpond made Karla sigh out loud. "Darkness have mercy," she whimpered. It was like feeling cooling salve on a nasty burn.
She was feeling good enough that she was even ignoring the nasty glares the flamingos were shooting her.
Anakin Skywalker
Anakin was less thrilled--the flamingos had made sure to chase him into the water and now his boots were wet. "Ugh."
Raven
Raven, however, smiled at the flamingos as she kicked off her shoes and let her cloak drop to the ground. She hiked up her skirt and stepped up to the edge of the water.
"Yes, it feels much better here," she said. "The sickness has not touched this place, and so it must remain that way."
Emma Frost
"Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious," Emma sighed, rubbing at her head as she sank down on the grass, relieved to sit and rest, and be rid of the cane for a bit. "Is this where we all join hands and sing?"
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Jalian shrugged. The feel of the land didn't bother her; it wasn't much worse than some places in ken Selvren land, and at least it wasn't radioactive. "I've never used mindspeech with an island. Can you feel its consciousness?"
Raven
Raven closed her eyes, reaching out with her empathy. She'd never used her gifts on a (seemingly) inanimate object before -- at least not that she remembered, of course -- but she let her power sink into the pond, opening herself to whatever she might find.
Cranky flamingos, hungry ducks, and.... "Affection," she said. It was different from anything she'd felt before, but if she had to put a name to it, it was affection. "I feel affection."
Karla of Glacia
Karla sent out a questing psychic thread. Her Queen-Craft didn't generally involve attempting to communicate with the land she was healing, but then, it also didn't generally involve land that had gained some form of sentience, either.
"I can sense something?" she said. "Like...proto-thoughts, maybe? It feels like trying to talk to kindred before you learn to take that mental sidestep." She sighed. "Not that that's helpful to anyone else."
Or even that much to her. Even with than analogy, she felt like she kept fumbling the link.
Atticus O'Sullivan
As far as Atticus' abilities were concerned, this would be a lot easier if he had less clothes on, but sitting down and resting his bare feet and hands on the ground and concentrating would have to be good enough in this instance. It helped to have other people around who seemed to know what they were doing, so it didn't take long before-- "I sense affection too, and... concern. About us, maybe?" he said, frowning and muttering. "Of course, because we're the ones who are sick right now."
Emma Frost
"Ugh, emotions. So inaccurate and messy," Emma complained, shaking her head. But to anyone with any psionic sensitivity whatsoever, faint pink light was starting to gather and snap around her, like little licks of fire running through her hair and over her arms as she opened her mind and let her powers stretch and flex and oh god it felt good to take the limits off her own mind.
When she opened her eyes again, they were pure white. "The Telepathic Switchboard is now open for business," she said, her voice slightly remote as she started sorting through all the different minds around her, humanoid and otherwise. "If you can find me, link in, darlings. Let's see if with our powers combined, we're Commodore Globe."
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Jalian had no idea who that was, but Emma's mind was bright and sparkling; she found it easily and linked, glad to speak again this way. It had been so long!
What now? she asked, since Emma seemed to have an idea of what she wanted.
Karla of Glacia
Karla tossed a psychic thread to Emma with the ease of long-practice. *Kiss kiss, darlings,* she sent, even as she said aloud, "Anyone who can't link with Emma on their own should say something. One of us will bring you in."
Anakin Skywalker
I refuse to be the annoying Globe kid who brought the feelings, Anakin replied to everyone, sitting down on the edge of the pond and giving the flamingos an irked Force-push to stop them from bugging him again. Hello again, everyone.
Raven
I will bring the feelings! This, of course, came from Raven, who punctuated her words with a warm burst of hope and joy.
Atticus O'Sullivan
And you're willing to share, how delightful, Atticus added, but there was hopefully a sense of amusement that came through with the thought.
Emma Frost
Emma snorted in amusement as she caught Karla's thread and started weaving it in with everyone else in her mind to create the mind-to-mind meld. Having each one come 'online,' as it were, was already making her feel ten thousand times better than she had in weeks.
Months, really, if she was being honest with herself. Emma missed being around people where she could use her powers openly.
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Anakin Skywalker
I liked her!
Thanks for sharing with the group, Anakin. So, do we jump up and down and yell or something?
Karla of Glacia
Karla glanced at Jalian and shrugged. 90s cartoon references went right over her head.
*I might have a better way to get her attention,* she suggested. *Ingvar said she was sick, right? Why not see if a little bit of Healing draws her to us?*
Atticus O'Sullivan
That sounds like a good idea. Worst case, it doesn't work, right? Atticus said. This place can use all the healing energy we can muster.
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Jalian shrugged back at Karla, glad she wasn't the only one. Healing energy? she asked. How do we do that?
Raven
Like this! Raven said, happy to use her gifts. She was still standing at the edge of the pond, eyes closed as she radiated comfort and warmth down toward the ground. At the same time, she began to try to draw the sickness from the earth into herself, hoping it might have better effect here than the frustrations in the clinic.
Emma Frost
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Raven
Raven mentally yelped, which was followed immediately by feelings of dismay and regret. IamsosorryLadyEmmaIamnotusedtothisandIforgot, she said frantically, breaking off the healing and shunting what she'd taken into the Netherverse.
Her own body she'd risk, but Emma was right, it had been foolish of her to not think of those who were linked to her.
Karla of Glacia
Karla winced. *Raven,* she sent, rubbing her temples. *I know you don't remember this, but we have a long-standing agreement. No sending evil into the Netherverse. Trust me, it's a rule.*
Atticus O'Sullivan
It was probably unwise to think that these ladies were adorable while he was telepathically linked with them, but self-preservation had never been Atticus' strength. It's all right. Maybe this will be safer, he thought to them, closing his eyes and placing his hands back on the ground. If anyone looked carefully, they might have noticed the tattoo on his hand glowing faintly as he sent small bursts of healing energy into the soil.
Even though the group could hear him, his next thoughts were directed more to the island itself. Greetings. Affection back at you. Accept healing?
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Jalian rolled her eyes at Raven and Atticus both, and followed that sense that they had of it back to the island itself. Its mind was different than a human's or a corvichi's, but there was definitely something there.
What did you tell an island? You're injured, she settled on. Let healers help.
Fandom Island
It started as a murmur, a sort of burst of muted greens and earthy browns that wrapped itself around the questing minds of the small collection of people - her people - who were reaching out to her.
The colours shifted a little, so that they were warm and welcoming, holding them close for a moment before twisting about some more to form shapes, suggestions, little half-thoughts that she tried to keep simple for them to understand. Leaves opening, seedlings sprouting, trees growing out of earth that had been razed over where a forest had once stood. Healing? They were offering to heal her? That was kind of them, though she wasn't completely certain she needed it.
A bird landing on a tree branch that bowed under the weight of a single sparrow.
She was simply tired, that was all.
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
That, Jalian parsed without a problem, used to the alien imagery ghess'Rith occasionally slipped into.
She sent back a burst of incredulousness and imagery of the island lately: violent deer, dying trees, blackened water. Did the island not realize that? Reached for the sickness that Karla seemed to feel -
Karla of Glacia
Karla nodded at Jalian and continued to feed the island imagery, the same images she'd been seeing in her dreams and in her webs.
A bloated tick, feeding off a teal deer and spreading disease in return. A seemingly-healthy tree falling over to reveal a creeping black rot within. A figure in hooded robes, feeding children bright candies--candies that had a skull and crossbones symbol on the bottom.
*You're being poisoned,* Karla sent, unsure if the island could understand words at all, but needing to try. *We need to help you. We can't be happy if you are not well. And--* She sent a burst of maternal care and concern down that link. *Ingvar is worried about his mommy.*
Anakin Skywalker
Anakin wasn't sure that guilt-tripping an island would work, but worry over Luke had brought him back from the brink before.
He sent flashes of previous encroachments onto the island--the Nothing leaving pockets of emptiness behind, the ruins of the campgrounds after the creeping gray fog had gotten to it--and added a dose of worried impatience to his tone. How do we stop it this time? He put up a mental image of Gaunt in his cell. Kill him?
Fandom Island
The island's answer was a flash of redblackred, a sudden clash of lightning directly overhead, complete with booming thunder. Firefirefire no. No, don't kill him. Leland Gaunt was a friend - a flower blooming - who had offered to help. A friend.
She remembered the pockets of empty and the fog and the sick that came with it, and this didn't feel like those at all, did it? This sick came with hope, because of a promise given. So many people always so sad, a riverbed run dry and cracked in the sun, a deer freezing and starving to death in the too-cold winter, crying, so many people crying inside and out, and she didn't want them to be sad. She wanted to help. So she did what she could for them. Silly hats and chocolate, kitties and puppies and bunny rabbits, silly things from the sky and little presents around the winter-together-times and flowers peeking up in spite of a blizzard. Good feelings. Happy things. But they were never quite right. Never quite enough.
People were still sad. And now they didn't have to be.
He promised.
Raven
Raven sent a gentle burst of comfort to the island to try calm her. It is all right, we understand, we appreciate your concern. She did have recent memories to use to help communicate her thoughts -- baby Kayla, cooing happily as she looked up at her mother and father.
She took the Leland-flower imagery and imagined the flower growing, bigger and bigger and strangling the flowers that tried to grow beside it. The petals opened, revealing a rotting center that spat black seeds all around it. New Leland-flowers grew, in turn devouring more life around them, and spreading the sickness further.
Without sorrow -- a boy sitting and crying on the ground -- there can be no joy -- a girl walking up to the boy and giving him a hug, and the boy smiling again. Sometimes terrible things happen. But it is how we deal with them that helps us grow. A family looking at the smoldering remains of their home, then other people arriving and helping them rebuild. A child from that family growing up to become a fire fighter.
Emma Frost
Oh for... Emma hated feelings.
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Atticus O'Sullivan
We need to stop him. Then things can heal and... we'll be better. That had to be true, or what was the point of fighting?
Fandom Island
Flash-freeze. Everything under ten feet of snow, trees bending under the weight. The thought of anyone - anyone - doing any harm to Ingvar was enough to cause a horrified reaction. The thought that Gaunt had lied about wanting to help Fandom's people her people only made that ice thicken and crack, dark and ominous and groaning as though about to open up and swallow everything whole.
And then, instead of ice, it was water, falling to the earth in great raindrops that were greedily swallowed by parched and dying plants. There wasn't enough left now to go around. She had tried so hard to help, and now she was so sick, and Ingvar her Ingvar was afraid and crying and all of her people were hurting, and had she done this?
She had, and she was so sorry.
A single rose, dropping its petals as the fall settled in.
Karla of Glacia
Oof. Karla could get behind all of those feels. The fear of a mother for her child. The drive to protect her people and the horror of discovering she hadn't. The need to fight and protect and the sudden realization you weren't strong enough.
Yeah, Fandom. Karla understood you.
*Let us help you,* she sent, imagining a strong shield wrapping protectively around the island, then reaching out for Ingvar and the Isle of Ikea, too. *We will punish Gaunt, for lying to you and hurting you.* And if the image she sent of Gaunt's demise was fairly grisly, well, it had been a rough week for everybody. *Is there anything else we should know?*
Fandom Island
The island went for a long moment without a reply, leaving a sort of raw static, the rustling of leaves between them while she wrestled with a decision that was all too difficult to make.
And then, tentatively, she gave them one last image. An arm, reaching out over a body of open water toward a strange shoulder on the other side. The arm had no hand, no fingers with which to touch. It didn't move, except when the body it was attached to moved. And at the arm's own shoulder, a great, open wound, bleeding out over the body entire. There was something lodged in that wound, something strange and dark and poisonous.
Fandom needed two things. She needed something to be done about that open wound. But first, her arm needed a hand.
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
? Jalian sent back the image of a hand. Then the image of the six of them. Could they be a hand?
Fandom Island
Fandom balked a little, and then showed them the image of a hand. Thumbs-up, see? They were one of her hands, if with an extra finger in the mix. But... but they had been talking about her baby. About that man coming after her baby - flashes of a volcano, of Ingvar her Ingvar of broken dolls and toys and poison - and she was afraid for her baby.
Curious little humans came with... two hands... did they not? She showed an image of two hands, of one reaching in one direction and one reaching in the other, and then a plea. Yes, save her. Please, by all means, help her take care of her own poison. But...
Perhaps they could see to her baby, first. And send another hand? She was an island, she had many. Then she would give up her item. But she had to know Ingvar would be safe from Gaunt's poison, first. One hand for Ingvar, one to soothe her child and promise that everything would be okay. And then one to perform first-aid, elsewhere.
That's what you got for terrorizing the island, Emma.
Anakin Skywalker
Anakin let out a frustrated sigh. Babysitting an island was really not on his list of things to do ever in his life. He'd much rather be punching something really hard in the face.
He projected an image of the six of them on a boat going to Ingvar (projection him had a sour look on his face) and an impatient Happy now?.
Raven
But Raven was happy to fulfill Fandom's request. We will make certain your child is all right, she sent, along with pictures of her teleporting them all from the pond to Ingvar.
Boat? Who needed a boat?
Jalian d'Arsennette y ken Selvren
Did Jalian look a bit dubious at that?
The last time she'd been there, she'd had to fight creepy dolls, so yes.
"We should be careful of it, just in case."
Atticus O'Sullivan
Careful? said the man who'd missed all the creepy doll fun. After a moment, he put on a smile and sent out a wave of warm, paternal energy. Of course we'll watch Ingvar for you. You can focus on taking care of yourself.
Emma Frost
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Anakin Skywalker
Attached to people, Anakin tacked on.
Because Ingvar was frelling creepy and maybe it hadn't gotten that from the Isle of Ikea.
Fandom Island
Attached to people! Yes! The island absolutely agreed! She much preferred her people with hands if hands were what belonged there. Or hooves, or tentacles, or paws. She was an island with a wide diversity of people who had called her 'home' over the years, after all.
She sent them images of sunshine, warm on fields of flowers, and deer prancing, and... puppies! Have some puppies, her people, as thanks for making certain her baby was safe!
... And for offering to get her help too. And maybe as an apology for being the start of all of this to begin with. Did you need actual puppies? Normally she'd arrange for some, but she was still feeling a bit hazy right then. Maybe tiny puppy keychains, or baby mice instead. They were much smaller than actual puppies...
She had to contemplate this.
Karla of Glacia
*You can worry about this later,* Karla promised the island. *Once Gaunt has been taken care of and Ingvar's been reassured that you're all right.*
So no worrying about him, okay Fandom? You just work on getting rid of Gaunt and maybe not dying around them by inches.
She looked around the group. *Does anyone know who's been figuring all this stuff out about Gaunt? We should probably talk to one of them before we take the Raven Express over to--umm, to Ingvar.*
Karla hadn't nearly tripped over her tongue and referred to him as Creepster Island, really!
Emma Frost
One the Sentient Landform Psionic Intervention (tm) had been concluded, Emma attempted to get to her feet.
She almost immediately fell over, coughing hard enough to bring up blood. This...probably had not been her best idea, given she was still dealing with the psychic poison.
She instantly reached for Jack, mentally and physically. <
(Preplayed by the splendiferous bitten_notshy, icecoldfrost, sith_happened, kenselvren, glacial_queen, trigons_child, and crazy_prepared. (Again, hoping I didn't miss anyone!) Coded by the delightful fly_so_serious. Next-to-last post, we are NEARLY DONE, but that one is going to wait a couple of hours until I am home from work! NFI, broadcast is fine, OOC is love.)