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[Viktor's package arrives in unassuming brown paper with a wax seal that indicates the sender.
Inside is a maintenance kit for the wings assembled into a portable leather clutch, and a reminder that he should bring it by every other month for routine maintenance. Viktor does, at least, seem to understand that's not much of a present, the package also includes a clockwork bird. At first glance, it might be mistaken for a wind-up children's toy, but closer inspection will reveal that a medallion in the middle of its chest is removable--it's one of Viktor's trackers, the same kind that located the kidnapped Summoned, with the bird itself acting as a homing device.
No other notes! He knows who it's from!!!]
Inside is a maintenance kit for the wings assembled into a portable leather clutch, and a reminder that he should bring it by every other month for routine maintenance. Viktor does, at least, seem to understand that's not much of a present, the package also includes a clockwork bird. At first glance, it might be mistaken for a wind-up children's toy, but closer inspection will reveal that a medallion in the middle of its chest is removable--it's one of Viktor's trackers, the same kind that located the kidnapped Summoned, with the bird itself acting as a homing device.
No other notes! He knows who it's from!!!]
Edited 2023-12-30 01:07 (UTC)
[ Steve can hardly believe that he's back in his room in the Sarstina Inn, and yet when he steps in the door he finds it exactly as he remembers it — even if those memories are weirdly faded and fuzzy.
It had been a whirlwind. Steve had been working to help the more reluctant realize that they'd been dragged into some kind of mass hallucination and then finally the cracks in the sky had become so numerous and so great that it all came falling down. It was a hell of a thing to watch the sky shatter, revealing the crater that they'd entered what felt like eight hundred years (or three months?) ago, the Singularity looming over them.
He doesn't know what month, or even day, it is anymore. Some of the Summoned had been nearly catatonic as they were escorted out of the crater and back through the portals, and Steve hadn't had much chance to check in with anyone during the chaos beyond doing a hasty and incomplete headcount. He had found Sam among the crowd though, making eye contact as they silently understood they would find each other as soon as they made it back to Cadens.
Now they're here, back in the privacy of their own room, and Steve finally feels like he can breathe again. He inhales sharply and realizes that he'd temporarily forgotten what it was like to have air fill his lungs.
God, when was the last time he ate something? He knows it hasn't been as long as it feels, but everything is so jumbled up.
As if on autopilot, he moves over to the couch and falls onto it. He looks up at Sam, snippets of arguments and intimate moments and random little details swirling through his head. It's dizzying. ]
That was...
[ He lifts a hand to rub his eyes and then squeeze the bridge of his nose. ]
Shit. I don't even know where to start.
It had been a whirlwind. Steve had been working to help the more reluctant realize that they'd been dragged into some kind of mass hallucination and then finally the cracks in the sky had become so numerous and so great that it all came falling down. It was a hell of a thing to watch the sky shatter, revealing the crater that they'd entered what felt like eight hundred years (or three months?) ago, the Singularity looming over them.
He doesn't know what month, or even day, it is anymore. Some of the Summoned had been nearly catatonic as they were escorted out of the crater and back through the portals, and Steve hadn't had much chance to check in with anyone during the chaos beyond doing a hasty and incomplete headcount. He had found Sam among the crowd though, making eye contact as they silently understood they would find each other as soon as they made it back to Cadens.
Now they're here, back in the privacy of their own room, and Steve finally feels like he can breathe again. He inhales sharply and realizes that he'd temporarily forgotten what it was like to have air fill his lungs.
God, when was the last time he ate something? He knows it hasn't been as long as it feels, but everything is so jumbled up.
As if on autopilot, he moves over to the couch and falls onto it. He looks up at Sam, snippets of arguments and intimate moments and random little details swirling through his head. It's dizzying. ]
That was...
[ He lifts a hand to rub his eyes and then squeeze the bridge of his nose. ]
Shit. I don't even know where to start.
Hey Sam.
Mining is intense!
Some shit has gone down, I need your advice.
Mining is intense!
Some shit has gone down, I need your advice.
[ Both Steve and Sam had known what would likely come of this plan. There was only a slim chance that Steve would be able to get clear of the base and the mountain area without someone apprehending him (along with Jesper), and he and Sam had discussed that ahead of time.
So, this message shouldn't come as too much of a surprise. ]
The job's done, but they grabbed me and Jesper on our way out. We're being taken to some kind of containment facility now. That's all I know so far.
So, this message shouldn't come as too much of a surprise. ]
The job's done, but they grabbed me and Jesper on our way out. We're being taken to some kind of containment facility now. That's all I know so far.
Edited 2024-09-11 21:55 (UTC)
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