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[i_z_you]

Losing Alice felt like being plunged into cold water.  All that optimism and love and cheer, that brightly burning child in his mind, gone.  He barely noticed Stanley disappear with her, or the steady neutrality of Harriet.  But his captor had taken Alice from him.

He doesn't know how long he'd been kept down here in the dark.  But in that time,

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[greenasamber]

Despite her seeming omnipresence,she doesn't realise what he's planning until he does it, until the spider's scream is slipping past her not quite perfect walls -- then and only then does she realise, does she move to try and stop it, reaching out to snare the message with sharp green claws...

...but claws can tear as easily as they can catch, and torn fetters of the sent-out knowledge move out of her reach and into the web faster than she can follow.

And she screams with rage.

[i_z_you]

Andre is too exhausted by the effort to even feel smug. He just goes lax in her grip, preparing to wait. The message got out. They'll find him. He just has to survive.

[greenasamber]

She rounds on him, voice full of fangs. I am going to take you apart. Piece by piece, and savouring your screams. And when you beg me to save you from death, I will laugh. The green is everywhere, and it's growing darker with her murderous rage -- sharper, somewhere between emerald and obsidian, and it tightens around him like a razor-lined straightjacket. First those two you're so attached to, the little doctor and her friend. Then the rest of them, watching you grow less and less. And then your brother, after the rest of them -- and you can listen to him screaming, and know it's your doing.

[i_z_you]

Survive survive survive. He shrinks small, tiny and contrite in her claws, a nothing. Just a nothing. Had to, I had to, you're killing me every day I feel it and it's killing me. Let me go, they'll take me back and I'll make them forget, forget you, forget hunting you, let me go let me go let me go or they'll kill you.

[electric_dan]

Dan had been staring into space. Literally. He was standing at the window of the space station, counting stars and watching the aurora dance over the south pole. Then he's staggering back from the window, showering the room with sparks and bolts of charge, and hiding his eyes with one arm. green fear, pain, without a discernable source. Was it Z? Could have been, could have been Rassilon as well, or any other of these psychic nuts in this flying tin can. Green was Rassilon's signature color, wasn't it? What trouble had the all-seeing, all-knowing gotten himeself into this time? Maybe it was from the planet below, who knew all the odd things that happened in space? Maybe it was his own imagination.

But, unable to know for sure, he stamped out some small fires he'd managed to start in the plush carpet, and trotted off down the hall in hopes of running into another of Z's people.

[doc_w]

And he does find one, a very confused Clair, who looks a bit lost outside her lab.

"What's going on...?" she manages to say, looking as though she's hearing something she can't understand.

[electric_dan]

"Was going to ask you the same thing, doll." He looks up and down the hallway, confused. "Think it's those Gallifreyans? Crazy aliens, broadcasting their thoughts all over everything..."

[doc_w]

"No, no ... feels too ... familiar, somehow. No, the Gallifreyans are all too complicated. This is human, which means it could only be ... Z...." The look on her face slowly rearranges itself from confused to terrified.

[shoppingmaster]

Dominic was poking at his laptop when he felt it, a bolt of green fear at the base of his neck that ran cold all the way down his spine. It was gone in an instant, but the mental signature was all too familiar to him. He'd spent days and nights with the taste of it in his mind.

"Andre, damnit!"

The computer forgotten, he yanks open the door of his bedroom and heads off in search of Clair.