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[godpleaseheal]

[OOC: Contains potential spoilers as it takes place shortly after the end of I, Lucifer. Please read this slated entry first before commenting.]It was horribly unpleasant trying to sleep the night after I had organized Lucifer's papers, added my notes and gone on my not-so-merry way to nowhere in particular. I had done this to myself, but I still

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[jill_langston]

Jill didn't go to the church often, but now and then, more often since Gus had disappeared, she'd found her way there on her walks. Standing in the doorway now, she blinked down at the man on the floor on surprise, her hand still on the door.

"Oh," she said, wondering if she wasn't supposed to be there at all. "Christ, I'm sorry."

[godpleaseheal]

I can't imagine what she thought I was doing there in the middle of what I now realize could only have been a crude attempt at a church. None of that really mattered to me once I was on my feet and looking her for I had no idea who she was. Humans, I understand, have a habit of forgetting names and faces, but I had never suffered from any real lapse in memory before either as my true self or as Theo Mandros.

Belatedly, I noted that I was staring at her in a somewhat gawkish manner, and I did my best to attempt to look less puzzled by the time she had finished apologizing. "Don't be sorry," I insisted, putting my hands into my trouser pockets to keep from fidgeting. Surely, I was the one trespassing. "I realize this might seem a bit ridiculous, but can you tell me where I am?"

[jill_langston]

As he stared at her, Jill stared back, still a little surprised to find someone lying on the floor of the church, even as quickly as he got to his feet. "Oh," she said again a moment later, suddenly understanding what was going as soon as he asked her where he was.

"You're on an island," she answered, wishing that someone else could explain this to him. She'd never been very good at it. "You're in the church on an island, actually."

[godpleaseheal]

"I see," I mused aloud, glancing around me before offering her an apologetic smile. I mentioned to you earlier that I was feeling a bit different, but I also felt a bit off somehow. I should have known who she was. That was a basic, simple task for an angel and since I didn't, I felt remarkably dull-witted. "It's not a Grecian island, is it?"

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon gave the man a curious look as she opened the door. It was clear he'd been sitting or lying down just a moment ago, nearly right in front of the entrance. Hera was at Sharon's side, small hand in hers.

"Hello," she repeated. There was something about him that felt off, lost. "Are you alright?"

[godpleaseheal]

The child and her mother were beautiful, but I did not recognize them at all. I still had no idea where I was either or why I was there in the first place. It occurred to me that perhaps this was part of what it meant to be really human. An angel would know and I did not feel particularly angelic. I felt a bit thick.

"I think so," I said with a slightly strained smile. "Thank you for asking. Do you happen to know where I am?"

[blessed_by_god]

The man was beautiful, and for the first time since Helo had disappeared Sharon found herself noticing such a thing. It was a strange feeling after so long, but she mentally shook it off.

"On Earth," Sharon replied, and that would at least explain why he looked so out of sorts. "It's kind of hard to explain...but this is an island that draws people to it from all over the universe."

[godpleaseheal]

After hearing about being on an island on earth, I was fairly certain that not much had changed in regards to my situation. I was, of course, mistaken, but I had no way of knowing that.

The fact that there were other universes surprised me to some degree, but it made sense when I was looking at the woman and her daughter. There was no other reason why I wouldn't have known who they were.

"I see," I murmured, rubbing at my temples absently. "I'm sorry to be so... out of sorts. I wasn't really expecting this."

[scofield_94941]

Just have a little faith.

He can't remember how many times he'd told Lincoln that back in Fox River. Having faith in much of anything was probably a lot more difficult when you were on death row and it seemed like all the odds were against you, but Lincoln had humored him anyway.

Since arriving on the Island five months ago, Michael had found himself repeating the line for his own benefit from time to time, because if he didn't have faith that his brother was okay back home, then he really had nothing at all. Lincoln wasn't around to humor him anymore, so he had to do it himself and the church had seemed like the best place to do it. He had to shoo Chloe out when the overgrown pup had try to rush inside with him, and she pawed and whimpered from the other side of the door.

"Uh... hi," Michael returned the man's greeting, back still hugging the door. "Sorry... reverence is a bit hard concept to teach a dog." Especially when said dog had yet to master sitting.

Chloe barked from outside.

[godpleaseheal]

"It can be," I said absently, trying not to eye him too thoughtfully and instead striving for polite detachment. I suspect I failed miserably because I knew him and that was something of a relief even if, naturally, he could not have known who I was. Michael Scofield. He'd had a difficult life mostly through no fault of his own and much of it due to love of his brother.

I kept myself from asking any personal questions and instead concentrated on what I could glean from his comment. We were in a church even if it was not like any church I had ever been in before. Beyond that, I couldn't really tell what was going on and with Michael standing so close to the door, I couldn't really peer outside. "I don't suppose you know where we are?"

[scofield_94941]

"Oh... I take it you're new, then?" Of course. Well, there were worse places to have this spiteful piece of land have a new arrival turn up. At least it hadn't tossed him into the volcano, or left him in the jungle for the tigers to greet.

"Well, welcome to Tabula Rasa." You can never go home again... "It's an island. No one knows where it is or how we all got here, but here we are. And there doesn't appear to be any real way off, unless the Island decides it's time for you to go." It still sounded odd to him, talking about this place as though it were a sentient being, but there really was no other way to talk about it.

[godpleaseheal]

"Yes, very," I agreed even if he couldn't really know how right he was.

Tabula Rasa was not a Grecian island and I found myself frowning the more Michael explained the current situation to me. All things considered, I hadn't really been that attached to the human life I'd been borrowing, but being on another island didn't improve matters for me.

"Oh," I said quietly, keeping myself from looking down at the floor. The lack of options seemed just as stifling and overwhelming as the few options available to me the night before. "How long have you been here?"

[goldeneyedflash]

Bart wasn't actually patrolling, he was just varying his running path to go by the church for a change. He'd liked churches, more for the artistry than religion. He'd read the Bible, the Quran, and a dozen other sacred texts, and none of them really had something he could cling to. He was nominally Christian, but his best friend, the guy he woke up to most mornings was equally Jewish. Neither of them had much time for religion when the battle of good versus evil was out on the streets.

But he liked churches. He'd expected it to be mostly abandoned, though. Easter Sunday it may be, but that shouldn't be observed indoors, because life was about living, and the best place to do that was surrounded by other living things.

The voice stopped him, though. "Hey," Bart replied, politely.

[godpleaseheal]

I smiled politely and moved to the door of the church now that it was open, peering out slightly before eying the young man thoughtfully. He was unfamiliar to me, but I found that to be more of a strange curiosity than a cause for alarm. "Where are we?"

[goldeneyedflash]

Bart considered, and stepped to one side, leaving the door open to allow a slight breeze. "Well, that's kinda complicated. If you're talking about the building, it's the church, but the island? The gods only know," Bart said, with a slight hint of tension across his shoulders.

What did he know about how to welcome people to the island? So far, he had a pretty bad track record.

[godpleaseheal]

"I see." The truth was, of course, that I didn't really see anything outside of sand and palm trees and a young man I didn't quite recognize.

"This is an island then?" I asked, uncertain if I had understood him correctly or not. I reminded myself that one island could hardly be that different from another, but as I told you earlier, I felt different. That sentiment was much more difficult to dismiss.

[pere_callahan]

Though people did come into the church on occasion, it was not as common at this time of day. Callahan was sitting at the desk in his adjoining room, writing in a journal, when he heard stirring in the chapel. Though he generally did not like to interrupt anyone who may be there to worship, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door and stepped inside, surprised to see a man there on the floor.

"Ah, hello," he said. "Can I be of some help to you?"

[godpleaseheal]

"I think so," I said as I got to my feet, having no real way of knowing whether he could help me or not since he was completely unfamiliar to me. "Where are we?"

[pere_callahan]

Oh, dear. The poor soul must be new.

"You're safe," Callahan assured him first "You're in a church. On... an island. And I'm afraid it gets rather complicated from there."

[godpleaseheal]

I appreciated the reassurance, and I imagine I looked like I needed it too. "Oh," I said quietly with a rueful smile. "What additional complications are there?"