At least there's no elevator music...

[thespaceopera]

[At least two weeks have passed since the Drift Fleet passengers woke up on this strange wing of the Marsiva... Some new passengers have even joined the group instead of being Shuffled off to a fleet ship! The large monitor in the central room remains quiet for now, so how is everyone holding up?

Have you been relaxing? Enjoying the Earth media? If you can even remember them, how have Calibrations been treating you? Has anyone started getting a little stir-crazy?

Don't worry... This ship has no shortage of mysteries, and you'll be seeing a few more soon.]


ooc: here's another mingle for the current game event! players can start or continue threads here from any point during the event. the additional setting information is still being postponed due to sickly mods, but y'all are welcome to post additional topcomments for reactions and investigation once it's up!

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closed to abigail

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[continuing this]

[Sorry, Abigail. You don't have weapons to choose from, but there's a styrofoam cup, a ring, and a blank diary.]

[versusnurture]

[All right. Well. Some people would respect privacy.]

[And some people are Abigail, who goes directly for the diary. Naturally.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Abigail will find herself temporarily elsewhere when she grabs for the diary. When she finds herself back outside the car digging around in the glove compartment, the page she opened the diary to is Elena's half-finished entry (free of any blood drop). But that's not all that's new as standing right behind her is Elena, her breathing ragged as she stares at her hands. They're slick with blood. For a moment, that seems like all Elena will do before she starts feebly trying to get the blood off in the light rain.]

I killed him, [she whispers, shaking her head a little and looking close to tears.] I-I killed him...

[versusnurture]

[Okay, so . . . that certainly is a fucking thing. It's crazy. The first part of it feels just like what happened after she killed Nick Boyle, the way she cleaned herself, clutched tight to her upper arms, held herself close for fear of shaking apart and all of her disparate pieces flying away.]

[The rest of it, though - that felt like her nightmares. So what was it? Dream, hallucination, something else? It's important that she figure it out.]

[Not as important as Elena, though. Never as important as her - so when Abigail hears her breathing, she whips around and grabs her hands, heedless of the blood, holding them tight and looking fiercely into her eyes.]

Maybe, [she hisses, sharp and insistent.] But you're not lost. You're still here.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena pulls at first when Abigail's hands close around hers, an aborted no caught in her throat. She shouldn't have that blood on her hands. But it's the look in Abigail's eyes that makes her hands go still. She purses her lips, jaw tight, but it's not enough to stop the tears from flowing.]

I didn't... I just... [Her breath comes out in ragged puffs of steam in the cool night air as she looks down at the ground with a choked sob.] I had to protect Jeremy and Damon told me to, so I... I killed him. Oh God...

[Her knees buckle underneath her and she begins to drop.]