EVENT {open to everyone.}

[waywarrant]

In the distant West, the sun rose over the horizon, as the masked bandit rode off into the sunset

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TO: EVERYONE

[weedyshyguy]

Bret wasn't armed-- well, not anymore. He'd actually been quite insistent that the Terminator take his weapon back as soon as the business with the monsters was over and they were (as far as anyone could tell) safe in the city. He had no interest in violence, really, even if guns were kind of cool in films. Given the choice between fighting and running, he'd only chosen fighting when he had a gang to back him up. Otherwise he'd run, leaving people like Jemaine to fend for themselves.

It was shameful to admit, but he was a coward. And here he didn't even have Jemaine to leave behind. He was a coward and he was alone. How depressing.

At least he had the giant to dwell on. It was...an awfully big thing to dwell on. Or behind, as it were. Bret surveyed the scene with open-mouthed shock, his brain still doing it's best to convince itself that none of this was real. Because there was just-- there was no way, right

to: Templeton Peck and anyone Murdock just accidentally whapped :|

[imcondiments]

Murdock wove his way through the back edge of the crowd, observing the mix of familiar and unfamiliar figures and occasionally bouncing up on tiptoe to get a better view. His attention was sharply divided; part of him was busily taking in the new arrivals, but most of him was looking for one in particular . . .

Ah-ha -- there it was; a well-tailored suit and the back of a familiar blond head. Murdock let out a shrill whistle, waving his arms with a burst of energy that was probably alarming, if not actually threatening, to anyone standing within arm's reach. "Face! Hey, Faceman, over here!"

[ooc note: I'm going to have a scheduled 'net outage Saturday evening, so apologies if tagback is slow, but I will respond when I get the chance!]

To: H.M. Murdock

[facing_danger]

"Face! Hey, Faceman, over here!"

Face perked up at the sound of a familiar voice. Even though he hadn't been in the strange world long, there was a sense of relief in encountering the Captain. He turned towards the source of the voice, grinning at the spastic outburst from his team mate. "Murdock!"

He moved towards the taller man, slicking a hand over his hair and keeping his smile bright. "It's good to see you, buddy. I was beginning to think we weren't gonna run into each other."

[OOC: That's fine; I'm working second shift today and first shift tomorrow so my evening is pretty much shot anyhow. I'll try to sneak on between shifts but I need all the time third shift can give me to sleep. :X]

To: Davin (with subtext to Bret)

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra's eyes swept over the crowd. They were quite the fascinating bunch. Of course, over the last few days, Cassandra had encountered many strange individuals as she explored the Beast's palace and then the caravan itself, but this was the first time outside of the masquerade when she was with such a large group of them. Like the Rowan Tree before, whatever was selecting and collecting this group of people certainly didn't seem very discriminating. They were an odd assortment

To: Everybody (i.e. especially grif. i know you see this. take aim.)

[brb_napping]

The Rookie was still not sure what to think of all this. The Caravan, the people - the illustrious leader standing on the giant's shoulder ready to make an announcement. No Covenant - no war at all. He felt somewhat displaced. It was always strange to be pulled out of a battle field; like to suddenly stop while running forward. Suddenly, there was no more fighting, and they were safe, at least for a while.

But this time, it was more than a withdrawal. It wasn't the same as falling back to the safety or orbit or one of the still undiscovered colonies. This time, he had been torn right out of the scene, still feeling his heart dropping when the crash happened - and then there was nothing, no more war, none of the danger his body and mind had been prepared for. Somehow, it left him almost disorientated. Now that the civilians were in safety, too, he felt uneasy and uncomfortably on edge still, but more than anything - confused