Raven's cabin

[creator_raven]

Raven's cabin is a comfortable place even when it smells like the ashes of a universe.

Hopefully showers and decent potpourri will help dissipate that smell before long.

In the meantime, mingle!

Or have snacks.

Escaping the end of the universe is hungry work.

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[nitro_is_ace]

Once they step through and she's released, she ghosts away from the group. She isn't sure what is wrong... though she's fairly sure that's part of the problem.

She's home. She's home, with family, and after this she goes home again, and she doesn't ever have to leave.




She finds a fireplace, and it is warm, so she sits by it.


That'll do, for now.

[creator_raven]

Raven joins her after a nebulous period of time, tucking himself in against the side of her leg, body as small as it has ever been.

It makes cuddling easier.

A little.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace, for once, isn't complaining about the lardiness of his butt. She isn't complaining much at all, really.





A twig snaps in the fire, and her unconscious twitch nearly knocks her over backwards.

[blue_ajah]

Eventually, she is joined by another presence near the fire.



Moiraine is quiet at first, studying her sister's face.

[scurlock]

Eventually, at some point in the exodus - be it on the rapidly-disintegrating side of the threshold or on this much more stable one, it may never be known - Doc convinces Coyote to put him down.

He needs a shower at some point. A change of clothes would be a bonus, but he's not going to press his luck.



Soon after arriving, Doc manages to make it outside, escaping McCoy's wrath for at least a moment and ends up sitting on a rock a short distance from the stream. It's quiet, and the gentle rush of water helps to drown out the sounds of the apocalypse that's still echoing in his head.

The air isn't trying to poison him.

And despite the hint of Alaskan chill, it's comfortable out.

He needs a few minutes.

[notabricklayer]

The moment is over.

But Bones isn't wrathful, right now.

In fact, he has two glasses of whiskey. It seems that whoever owns this place, they at least have good taste in alcohol.

[scurlock]

The battered ultra-light Kevlar vest got stripped off a few minutes ago; it rests discarded (carefully) beside Doc on the ground, along with the filthy, twisted bandana he untied from around his neck, and the knife (sheathed) he dropped onto the small pile.

He is focusing on breathing - slow and steady - when he hears someone approaching from the direction of the house. He barely turns his head to glance at who is is - he's almost too tired to be concerned.

Almost.

He is an outlaw, after all.

[howling_laugh]

She gives him a few minutes to regain some dignity and hopefully a little calm.

But not too long. He needs some care and food and rest, whether in that order or not.

"There's coffee." And cigarettes, apparently.

[scurlock]

He glances up.

"Thank you."

And not just for the coffee. There's that whole part where she dragged him out of a dying interndimensional nexus and saved him from being obliterated by an exploding black hole.

Doc runs a hand through his still-sweaty hair.

"Y'got a smoke on you?"

[creator_raven]

Eventually something with scraggly black feathers drops from the sky, coming to rest on the stream bank.

Maybe it is looking for roadkill.

Or it is thirsty.

Or it is watching Josiah Scurlock, black eyes wide and unblinking.

(Three guesses which.)

[scurlock]

Josiah Scurlock is watching the scraggly creature with a distant, unfocused expression.

Eventually:



"Y've got somethin' in your tail," he offers.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote dumps Liz on a couch. Just how gently depends on just how sore her kidneys are going to be from boney knees.

After that, you might find her anywhere, but probably in the kitchen. Destruction mostly makes her hungry, because hey! Still alive!

She'll probably cook absently for anyone who is in her vicinity for long enough.

[walking_napalm]

Liz doesn't so much as twitch when she's dumped, her head lolling to the side.

She'll sleep there for the better part of a day, face drawn and tired, totally unwakeable and smelling of smoke, but vital signs all as healthy as can be.

[creator_raven]

Raven eventually makes his way into the kitchen, perching neatly on the back of a chair.

What?

His feathers require rigorous cleaning.

Ends are messy.

[howling_laugh]

"Hello old bird." She glances at him. "You are a right mess. Should I bet out the bottlebrush?"

Raven with all his feathers wet would be a pretty amusing sight.

[nitro_is_ace]

And then, at some point, there's an Ace making herself comfortable on the counter near the fridge.

She still doesn't quite know what to make of all this. And time still hasn't managed to explode in her face, which is just... weird.

And she's hungry.

So.

[howling_laugh]

"Ace. How do you feel about bacon?"

Coyote feels pretty good about bacon.

[blue_ajah]

She has done her best to keep her word, and thus has enough energy left to move about... at least for a while.

Which is what she chooses to do, at the moment. She has more than enough experience in the aftermath of battle to draw from, after all.

Moiraine holds her silence and glides from place to place, seeing to what she can.

[creator_raven]

Raven waits for the perfect moment.

And then, when Moiraine is just passing near to a comfortable chair --

He attacks.

And sits on her.

Take that, Blue Sister.

[blue_ajah]

"You are heavier than you might appear," she manages, once she regains breath enough to speak.

[scurlock]

At some point she passes by a figure who appears to be sleeping on one of the couches; when her shadow crosses his face, he stirs and opens his eyes, blinking blearily against the light.

And then he sees who it is.

"Moiraine--"

There's a slight hint of alarm in his voice. Is she okay? He never saw her during the battle. If she's hurt she's gonna need help. He struggles to sit up, but it's not working so well when he's as sore as he is, what seems like everywhere.

[blue_ajah]

"Doc."

She glides swiftly across the floor upon noticing the difficulty he is having in rising.

"Shh; be still," she says, as she reaches his side. Moiraine drops gracefully into a kneeling position beside the couch, and reaches to touch his temple with cool, delicate fingers.

"Are you wounded?"

[walking_napalm]

It's daylight again, the next day, when Liz's eyes snap open.

She stares at an unfamiliar ceiling for several seconds, then sits bolt upright on the couch.

What, goes the general thought process, the hell.

[howling_laugh]

"Ah, you are awake. Good." Coyote peers at Liz. "You look less like you are going to die. Eat this."

She puts down a sandwich and a cup of coffee on the table next to the couch.

[creator_raven]

The raven perched on the arm of the couch, staring at her out of wide and unblinking black eyes, does not say 'Nevermore'.

Thank goodness.

He also does not say 'hello', sadly.

Politeness is lost on him.