Let 'em say we're crazy, I don't care about that!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: The final day. Moonfall. Twenty-Four hours remain. How do you spend it?
When: The 30th, all day
Where: Anywhere
Summary: The last day. The end has come. The moon is coming down and piercing the barrier. Nothing can stop it.
Rating: It will vary.

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Good Spirits

[halftheduet]

[What is the best reaction to the moon sinking lower and lower?

A glass of whiskey.

Or so, apparently, is the philosophy of one Stephen Maturin. His Journal is near him, but his journal is in front of him. His curious system-- a mix of several languages further coded-- is out in full force as he writes the notes he's made about the whole situation.

Useless, perhaps, but it makes him feel better to analyse everything from a scientific perspective. Not that there's much science to all this.

Finally, the man sighs, abandoning his work to take another drink of his whiskey.]

[slaying]

[ buffy...hadn't planned to come into work today. even this? this isn't work. she blusters her way into the bar with a mission on her mind and vaults over the counter with an incredible display of grace. soon, she is crouched behind. looking for something.

she hasn't yet noticed stephen's presence. ]

[halftheduet]

[A tremor of the ground, and Stephen looked up. Both from it and from the sound of someone else present. Not Jack, not yet. Though he expected the man at any moment.

But.

He said nothing, never rising, but eyes watching the bar at the point where she'd crouched down.]

[slaying]

[ when she rises, she has three large plastic jugs balanced between her hands. these she sets on the counter before...ah -- catching stephen's eyes.

a nod. and then a little, cocky salute. ]

[halftheduet]

I hope you don't mind that I helped myself.

[He almost smiles. As with every other time he had come to the bar, the glass is obviously only the first or second over quite a period of time. There's no intoxication...

Rather, it's simply something to do.]

/submitted too soon

[slaying]

[ that sort of drink-nursing is something she can appreciate, being nearly a teetotaler. ]

I think I can let it slide. Just this once. [ buffy brought two more jugs up and then hoisted herself back over the bar. ]

We've all been there.

[halftheduet]

[He watches the jugs for a moment before rising, leaving his glass at the table.]

Anything I can help you with, my dear?

[slaying]

...They're empty, Stephen. No biggie. I think I can manage.

[ she lines the jugs up -- turning around and resuming eye contact. ] Not heading out to the tunnels?

[halftheduet]

[A chuckle.] Well, yes. But I presume you want them for something. [The slight smile on his face drops then.]

But no. I'm... remaining. Whatever comes... Forgive me, but if the worst does come to pass, it is not likely that simply being a bit underground will offer much protection.

[slaying]

Forgive you? Oh, Doctor. I'm not budging much, either. We've got a little girl we're looking after. We don't want to frighten her.

[halftheduet]

A little girl? God in Heaven. Is she... taking this... as well as one could think possible?

[slaying]

...Better than I ever would have expected. Then again? Jack -- [ jack did such a good job at keeping jilly entertained. distracted. ] Well, we're keeping her occupied.

[halftheduet]

I'm glad of it. There's... little else to be done.

[slaying]

So the plan is to stock up on as much as we can and then...and then build a pillow fort or paint pictures or tell stories or -- have fun. Kinda runs against everything the Slayer knows to do in times like these.

[halftheduet]

Anything one can do to make the child comfortable, yes. [He smiled faintly and sighed.] If I can be of assistance, do let me know.

[slaying]

Not to sound ungrateful but I'll be glad if none of us need any kind of doctoring.

[ a rueful smile; she understands that stephen wasn't only offering his assistance as a physician but she often had a hard time accepting help with grace. ]