[Daniel] Day 11: Grim News (tag all)
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crossing_lostrpBy the time Daniel gathered the majority of the survivors around the cookfire, it was writ on many of the faces that the news had already trickled down the metaphorical grapevine. What was the saying? Good news travels fast, but bad news travels faster?
He looked out at the eclectic assortment of people, from different walks of life with different knowledge and different skills, all thrown together into this community due plane crashes, spaceship crashes, misdirected wormholes, and rips in the fabric of time. All brought here by people or beings unknown with reasons just as unfamiliar and unknown, with the slowly waning hope that they would ever be rescued.
Taking off his glasses, Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. He thought for a moment, tossing out the previously rehearsed words in favor of just speaking from his heart and his head. He wasn't going to give empty platitudes or hollow words, these people didn't want to hear that and truly, he hated the sound of such things.
"As I'm sure most of you may have heard, Lucy Brightman is no longer with us. She took her own life this morning and drowned in the ocean. Plans are being made to retrieve her body from the reef, and there will be a burial and a memorial service. If anyone would like to say a few words, then please see me and we'll make arrangements. If anyone has any questions, please feel free to see me or Blaise."
The hardest part over, Daniel took and released a breath. "Now, unfortunately, as callous as it sounds, Lucy is gone, yes, but the camp is still here and we still have to survive another day. There is still food to be gathered: foraging, fishing, snares, and possibly boar pits to be dug. A raft is being built to retrieve the body, and any help with salvaging logs or materials to strap them together would be a great help.
"Most importantly, and I *cannot* stress this enough, talk to one another. Everyone here, we are all a community now and we need to pay attention to the needs of one another and the general feeling within the camp." His gaze nearly strayed to Clarice, but he resisted. She was pushing herself again, trying to hold it together while helping with the raft and as much as he wanted to tell her not to, he didn't think that preventing her help would be good for her; of course, he wasn't sure that her helping was good for her either. "Help one another.
"Any questions?"
"I have a question," Shannon piped up.
"Yes, Shannon?"
"What's going to happen to her stuff?" Shannon looked around, speaking over the rumbling growls and indignant mutterings, "What? It's a practical question. Survival. Isn't that what Daniel was just talking about? Life goes on? He can say it, but I can't?"
He looked out at the eclectic assortment of people, from different walks of life with different knowledge and different skills, all thrown together into this community due plane crashes, spaceship crashes, misdirected wormholes, and rips in the fabric of time. All brought here by people or beings unknown with reasons just as unfamiliar and unknown, with the slowly waning hope that they would ever be rescued.
Taking off his glasses, Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. He thought for a moment, tossing out the previously rehearsed words in favor of just speaking from his heart and his head. He wasn't going to give empty platitudes or hollow words, these people didn't want to hear that and truly, he hated the sound of such things.
"As I'm sure most of you may have heard, Lucy Brightman is no longer with us. She took her own life this morning and drowned in the ocean. Plans are being made to retrieve her body from the reef, and there will be a burial and a memorial service. If anyone would like to say a few words, then please see me and we'll make arrangements. If anyone has any questions, please feel free to see me or Blaise."
The hardest part over, Daniel took and released a breath. "Now, unfortunately, as callous as it sounds, Lucy is gone, yes, but the camp is still here and we still have to survive another day. There is still food to be gathered: foraging, fishing, snares, and possibly boar pits to be dug. A raft is being built to retrieve the body, and any help with salvaging logs or materials to strap them together would be a great help.
"Most importantly, and I *cannot* stress this enough, talk to one another. Everyone here, we are all a community now and we need to pay attention to the needs of one another and the general feeling within the camp." His gaze nearly strayed to Clarice, but he resisted. She was pushing herself again, trying to hold it together while helping with the raft and as much as he wanted to tell her not to, he didn't think that preventing her help would be good for her; of course, he wasn't sure that her helping was good for her either. "Help one another.
"Any questions?"
"I have a question," Shannon piped up.
"Yes, Shannon?"
"What's going to happen to her stuff?" Shannon looked around, speaking over the rumbling growls and indignant mutterings, "What? It's a practical question. Survival. Isn't that what Daniel was just talking about? Life goes on? He can say it, but I can't?"
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[Hugh] Hugh Emerson, Renaissance Guy (tag Molly, open)
Date: 2006-05-25 04:57 pm (UTC)"I've got a Mustang and a Morgan back home. Guess the neighbor's gonna inherit 'em by default, since I have no idea when we're gettin' outta here. He's a stand-up guy anyway, little short on money. I don't mind. Mostly I worry about my family worrying."
"I can understand that."
"Well, my little girl has her family to keep her company now, but we've always been close...I'm still hoping to see her again, but..." his eyes got distant for a moment, and he busied himself extending the coil grip into a jasmine vine that wrapped elaborately over the wood. He blew the shavings off again and started adding the leaves and flowers one by one.
"Anyway, we get outta here, you're welcome to come stay a while. I'll be invitin' Tara too--there are lotsa Pagans and hippies in the area, I'm sure she'd run into like-minded people around. Only unfriendly supernatural folk I've run into are the vampires."
"So Tara's outing herself didn't bother you?"
Hugh grinned. "I already know the bad guys have magic. Knowin' the good guys do too is a real pleasant thing for a battle-scarred old fart like me."
{Molly] Hugh Emerson, Renaissance Guy (tag Hugh, open)
Date: 2006-05-26 12:41 am (UTC)"I might just take you up on that. A visit sounds nice. I have a feeling quite a few people here will be keeping in touch when we get home." She made sure she said when. Because she might be able to wait a long time, but these people couldn't.
"And there are more than a few good guys with magic. One of my best friends is a mage. That's one of the reasons Tara's magic didn't even make me blink." And I was raised in a world of magic, but that has to remain unsaid, damnit, and it isn't fair. "My friend isn't pagan... not like Tara anyway. I think he might be agnostic. But he's definately one of the good guys."
"I think Tara would be pretty much at home where you live. Pagans and some Vampires to hunt. She has her own personally carved stake, you know. She doesn't look or even feel the vampire hunting sort, but she's got so much depth, I think she doesn't even realize how strong she is inside." Molly drank some of her own tea.
"And I'd love to meet your daughter. Another redhead to terrorize the world with. She pass it on to any of those grandsons you mentioned?"
[Hugh] Hugh Emerson, Renaissance Guy (tag Molly, open)
Date: 2006-05-26 05:05 pm (UTC)The corners of his eyes crinkled in merriment as she mentioned his grandsons. "Nope, one took after his father and is blond, the other one's got dark hair like me. Which means he gets to look forward to startin' to lose it as fifty, poor thing. He's breakin' some hearts now, though, from what I hear."