C'est la mort. (Open)

[lazyinlove]

Date & Time:Tonight, around 7.
Location:The viewing windows.
Characters:Anyone who knew Peace or who might stop to pay respects at a memorial even if they didn't know her.
Summary:A memorial gathering for an Exsile who ceased to exist with the most recent world change.
Warnings:Tears, cursing, bitterness? Not sure yet. People can label threads as they come up. Everyone is free to make their own and jump around. Prose and action are both fine.


It's a waste of emergency torches, but there are a few set up around anyway, lit that soft unearthly blue of emergency lighting. The flowers are paper, clumsily folded from discharge sheets, some from the prison, some from the clinic. There are no photos. All of the ones she was in before are empty spaces, or pictures of Stanley or others who'd been holding her at the time. The music is strings, playing softly from a haphazardly tossed tablet. There are no chairs. Instead, every pillow from 144 is on the ground as seating.

Stanley isn't sitting on one, though. He's standing at the window, staring down at the planet so far below. Today, he's combed his hair. It's still in his eyes because it's too long, but he's made the effort to tame it at any rate.

He's not sure how to start things off, but if someone shows up he'll greet them. That's what you do, right? So that's what he does.

"Thanks for coming."

Comments

[lazyinlove]

They didn't bring us here on purpose.

[If they had their pick, they'd have chosen bigger guys than Stan. And better soldiers than Peter. There aren't any illusions about that to go around.

And if you can't get off the ride you might as well give people a heads up when you're going to puke in the wind. Stan curls around his knees again and goes back to staring at the wall.]

Anyway, it doesn't. It just keeps getting bombed and nuked and plagued and-

[Ripped right out of the fabric of existence.]

We didn't save anyone.

[werewolfing]

Not us us. But all of us. You don't grab-bag random people from other worlds to fix your problem if you don't believe that most of them are going to follow the program.

[he sighs.]

I know that, Stanley. I'm no goddamn hero. I've always thought that what they're doing--what they're making us do--is wrong.

[lazyinlove]

It is. And....I think they know it is. They always seem kinda apologetic. But...

[He shrugs, sighs.]

I just want to get drunk and watch the latest Final Destination in 3D with my friends. Abbud gets scared and throws popcorn all over me, Daisy gets scared and tries to climb in my lap, 'Chelle gets nauseous from the movie so we go out for a smoke break with Tea and sneak in to something else instead until Tony gets bored and p-

Never mind. I'm just not the higher calling guy. I want to go home. I know it's douchey to say that but at least it's the truth.

[werewolfing]

Yeah, the whole world operates on the sin now and ask for forgiveness later model.

If it's douchey, that makes two of us. I wanna go home.

[lazyinlove]

It's bullshit.

[Obviously. But saying it out loud and not getting a lecture is refreshing. He gets a good breath and holds it for a moment, like a hit of oxygen. Finally.]

Let's go home.

[werewolfing]

It is.

[peter knows full well that they can't, but it's 50/50 on whether that actually makes any difference at this point.]

Yeah. Let's.