Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything that I knew.

[sendmyscourge]

At midnight, Chicago returns from Silent Hill.

At midnight, none of the firstborns, no matter where they are or how they're protected, come with it.

There are no bodies, no sign of them leaving. They're just gone, leaving those who remain to figure out what exactly happened.

Every firstborn in Chicago will be trapped in a dreamworld. Locals will

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[apennyworth]

OOC: No one has to tag him, this can be a fic. However, if anyone wants to find him, please feel free. :)Alfred Pennyworth stepped out onto the street. The cement was darkened in spots, and he knew it was death that marked the city

[cyfor]

There's a tiny, dirty cat in the park that Alfred might recognize. She's under a tree, nosing through the grass, dragging something shining and circular his way.

She's talking, too, though it's unclear whether it's to him or no one in particular. "Ding dong, which witch locked herself in the watchtower, she won't strike the bell."

Cy smacks at her prize, tugs, and flings it. It lands a few feet from the man on his knees.

It's Rachel Dawes' bracelet, slipped from Julian Sark's wrist unnoticed in the dark. Cy runs after it, up to Alfred, and then back.

"It's here," she says. "Here," she says. "It's singing for you."

She stops, stumbles over to Alfred, and hooks her claws into his pants. "Get up now. Get up now?"

[apennyworth]

The sound of a voice is something vague and very far away. The tugging at his pants draws his eyes and he looks down to see the little cat.

Master Bruce's friend. The one that had led Alfred to him. The gratitude for those precious moments he was given is overwhelming.

"The north star has lost it's way." The words are barely recognizable as his own, and he is uncertain as to what he means although he remembers those words...he does. Little makes sense. A glint in the dark catches his eye and he nods slowly, carefully making his way onto trembling legs. He bends to pick up the bracelet, and it is cold against his fingers. Little Rachel Dawes. He very nearly falls again.

Reaching out to Cy with a gentle hand, he takes a very long, very deep breath. "He was yours, as well, my friend."

[cyfor]

"I'll telescope it anyway," she mutters, and rubs against Alfred's hand. There were a lot of hers that she can't feel now. She can't tell if it's the plagues or the silence breaking in and filling up her head.

She wants to tell him they'll come back, that she can see past tonight and things will be okay, but she's never been good at comfort and she's even worse at words, and by the time the desire occurs to her it's buried under the struggle to get her own paws to work the way she wants them to. "You're still shiny." She looks up at Alfred. "They polished you."

[please_see_me]

Before midnight, there was a small blonde angel with brightly coloured wings in the Conrad, clinging tightly to the one person she cares about who she knows is safe - as safe as they can be until the next plague.

When Silent Hill disappears, she goes with it.

She finds herself suddenly bundled up, with a backpack on her back, standing on a street corner in the financial district. Somehow she knows what day this was, and she can't help but wonder if the past year had been a daydream. A hallucination.

Maybe she was crazy. Obviously, that was the only explanation.

Dusty shrugs out of her coat enough to let her wings out again, and sits down just inside the mouth of an alleyway, and watches people pass her by without seeing her.

She imagined it all. Robin, Ruvin, everything. She'd gone crazy and imagined people could see her.

She's alone. And she'd be alone forever.

She doesn't even notice that the day keeps repeating one hour over and over again.

[cyfor]

It doesn't seem right, somehow, that midnight comes in silence. So Cy sits in front of the Casa, singing to the stars she can't see and making the dead and battered plants light up and look alive.

The city is so empty.

The city is so lonely. It makes her head hurt. She wants the noise to come back.

[allmydiredreams]

Babel didn't quite make it to the Casa to check up on the people she knew there by midnight. She got about halfway when the sirens sounded again, and the monster she was fighting because it wouldn't leave her alone when she ran up and disappeared into the ether, the fog trailing after it. She didn't quite stay conscious long enough to see the last of Silent Hill because at that moment, she felt so much of the city -- monster and firstborn alike -- up and disappear.

She was lightheaded for a split second, and then she was out.

When she wakes up, she curls in a ball, almost thinking the world did end and she was in a new place. Except she's still in the road, and her face and shoulder hurts, and she's empty in a weird way. And then she remembers the last plague, remembers what she'd been doing, realizes she lost track of time and she didn't get back to the Kashtta in time and now it's too late, too late for anything, too late to say goodbye

[cyfor]

Cy lets herself be gathered, licking at Babel's arm in a desperate, kittenish way. She wants everyone back and for things to be okay.

Where's Tag? Tag should be here.

She can't remember exactly who that is.

Cy huddles down into Babel's grip. "I'm a blanket inside."

[allmydiredreams]

Babel watches Cy lick at her arms, seeming like just any other tiny little kitten. Almost like her kitten, and she might not ever see him again, depending on what future plays out. She just curls up around Cy, giving her a kiss between the ears.

"Blankets keep the cold out--not the empty in," she whispers. "You are, still, keep it safe." If she could give Cy those she's missing, she would.

[guardsintheory]

Mat has not fallen apart to the extent he did when Sam died. For good reason - Nate dying did not break something in his mind the way Sam dying did. Other things are broken, but he's still MatAnd now Buffy's gone. Not dead, though - he can still feel the connection. It's stretched, it would be driving him nuts if he could bring himself to care enough about it, but it's not gone. She's not dead

[duology]

There are many things Ace can handle. There are many things that she is emotionally incapable of even registering. She was made this way. She has been trained. She has killed too many people to be bothered by much of anything anymore