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00 HRS howarewefortime February 25 2012, 06:28:26 UTC
It's too late.

The air is thin now. Everything is so light; even the tremors don't seem so strong anymore.

All that remains is this: love, life, friends.

Piece by piece, the sky starts to break away, streaming away like banners towards the heart of the black hole. Piece by piece, the bedrock starts to follow.

The TARDIS snuffs out like a candle; Galactus and Unicron stutter again, and are once more gone.

All of Milliways leans in, narrowing down, focusing towards that one most important point.

The pike gets there first.

The wave that rolls out towards Milliways is blinding; bright, light, fire, energy, white, free-falling, bright, bright -

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Re: 00 HRS claudiometer February 25 2012, 12:58:17 UTC
Claudia doesn't have time to turn off the bridge device. She doesn't have time to catch her breath. She barely has time to close her eyes against the bright, bright, bright light--
(I'm free-fallin' out into nothing)
--and even that doesn't help, not really, and she's thinking Joshua Artie Myka Pete Leena guys I love you I'm sorry
(I live this moment as my last)
because really, everyone here knows they're going down with the ship, and everyone who had the sense or ability to get home knows there may not be a ship to come back to. She just hopes everyone at home gets the message somehow.
(every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end)
...but is it her imagination, some last desperate completely insane hope... or are they falling away from the black hole?

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Re: 00 HRS river_meimei February 26 2012, 05:14:49 UTC
And everything's snuffing out, there's nothing to fight, there's nothing left to do but be pulled in--

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Re: 00 HRS wolflord_andain February 26 2012, 05:21:21 UTC
Nothing left to do save shift, swift and blurring, from wolf to man, reaching one bloodied hand out for the woman moving nearby, weapons still at hand.

"River."

Winter-grey eyes meet dark brown and hold, if only for a moment.

Shall they, as the common parlance would have it, blow this popsicle stand?

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Re: 00 HRS river_meimei February 26 2012, 05:35:50 UTC
River would fight to the bitter end; to her death, and go down fighting, if it would accomplish anything. If there was even the chance.

But here, now, at the end of everything -- it won't.

River doesn't pause, doesn't say a word, but she holsters and grabs for Galadan's hand in one fluid motion.

With the other hand, she's reaching towards Simon.

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Re: 00 HRS simon_doctor February 27 2012, 03:34:34 UTC
The thoughts in his mind are very much like hers, right now.

He would stay here, keep working, if it would give his patients a chance for survival. But for the past twenty minutes he's been trying to get as many of the injured as possible back to the bar and out of here, either by the front door or by way of the Lost & Found box. Evacuate the patients. That's protocol.

(It still nags at him, like a loose tooth, like a hangnail, that there's no possible way to save all the patient information they've kept on file in the infirmary.)

He picks himself up, takes one last swift look around --

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Re: 00 HRS wolflord_andain February 27 2012, 03:50:42 UTC
As soon as River's hand touches Simon's skin --

They're gone.

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