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*Wanders in from the kitchen, looking slightly wary and a little hung-over; turning back to the kitchen as he goes* Thanks, Gil...

Good evening, all; let me welcome you to Milliways Happy Hour; Gil informs me that we have snackish food on the menu tonight; mixed nuts, chips for those that would like them, the ubiquitous fried paradoxes, fresh fruit, and assorted other goodies you can request from the bar.

Drink specials tonight are on the Mexican theme -- margaritas, tequila mixed drinks, and tequila shots, which I would hope should be safe enough given it's a Tuesday night -- try not to overindulge, everyone.

Door and Tom, if I could bend your ear a minute...Crowley too if you're around...

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*Kassandra sits down on the floor in the darkest possible corner, and stares a long unsettling time at Crowley, malevolent, indifferent or afraid, before pressing her hands to her eyes and curling round herself*

*Moiraine approaches cautiously, keeping an eye on the bar, and glowing faintly.*

Kassandra. Are you well?

[ooc: if by 'well', you mean 'catatonic and spazzing' :) hee ]

[ooc: heh. no kidding. Moiraine's got Healing power, which is why she approached; she's seen battle aftermath before.. or during-math, if that's a word. :)]

(ooc: Lala, Mogget's being nosy, and his puppeteer is thinking, "But everyone goes catatonic and spazzes during-math.")

[ooc: *groan* ok, that was painful...]

(ooc: Math? Or the bad pun?)

[ooc: both, actually...]

*Sirius comes over from his shouting match and crouches next to her, worried.*

Skandra, hey, Skandra. Look, it's me. I'm okay. *touches her hands* Come on, look at me. I'm fine.

*one clenched hand swipes at him, blind, and misses; she folds herself chin to knees to elbows, her eyes are closed, and she stays silent.*

Skandra, come on now, it's Sirius. *settles down next to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pressing his face into her hair* Shhh, it's okay. I'm here. It's me. He won't hurt you, I won't let him. I promised you.

*Moiraine sighs, and glows brighter. She reaches out just short of touching Kassandra, and her voice takes on a compelling and soothing tone.*

Kassandra. Lady, open your eyes. Sirius is here; he is safe and well.

*looks up at her mistrustfully, but does nothing to stop her*

Careful....

*in his arms, she goes rigid; and then she screams. Not words. There are infants thrown from towers in that scream, and fighting men, and dying men.*

Skandra -- *tries to soothe her, and failing that, to keep her from screaming again* -- Skandra, listen to me. Listen to me!

*he smooths her hair back from her face, putting his hands on her arms to hold her still*

Skandra shh, it's okay. He didn't hurt me, he won't hurt you -- please --

*Moiraine moves, and the air thickens slightly, taking on the texture of a quilt around Kassandra without confining her utterly.*

*She reaches out and touches her hand, and a bright spark of light flashes between them.*

Kassandra, Kassandra. You are here, not there. You are safe. Sirius is safe. I speak true, and something within you knows this. Come back to us. Open your eyes.

War. You reek of war.

Death.

Sirius...

Sirius fell.

away from me get away

*she screams again, and there begins to be a scent of burning snake-skins, of pine needles on fire*

*almost snarls* Moiraine, step away, turn it off -- whatever you're doing, turn it bloody off!

*he looks at Kassandra, white-edged panic in his eyes*

Shh, I fell but I came here, Skandra, look at me. *takes her face in his hands* Skandra, I came here when I fell, to you. Look, see? I'm real. Look at me, I'm here, I'm real.

...sorcerors. Demons. Angels, dead angels.

I want to go home.
Hektor I want to go home take me home

Shh, it's okay, you're safe. I'll take you home. *he reaches out to take her arms* Can you stand? Come on, love, I'll take you out of here. It's all right...breathe with me, Skandra. *he tugs gently on her arms*

sorcerors... demons... demons. Athene, Gray-eyed, i want to go home. my city and my sons are gone and now sirius too he choked him the demon choked him i want to go home i want to go home hektor you would have loved sirius o Athene let me go home

*she strikes out, slashing his face, and flickers in his arms: the burning branch, the coiled serpent, the wolf snarling, a wing-beating owl. Then, nothing.*

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pubdog.livejournal.com - 2004-07-27 20:04 (UTC) - Expand

*Moiraine frowns sharply, and weaves a shield of Spirit between herself and Kassandra, of the sort that blocks dreams.*

*She then weaves another shining net of Spirit and holds it ready above Kassandra, but does not fasten it into place yet.*

Lady, this is a place of peace. The war is not here, and I do not wish it so. Wake from your grief and see Sirius, who is well and at your side.

*She looks at Sirius questioningly, and speaks softly*

This is a weave to send one to sleep, should all else fail...

Just step back, step away from it. Keep your weaves. I'll take care of this, you're frightening her.

*Moiraine arches an eyebrow, but speaks calmly.*

Very well, as I wish neither of you harm.

*She lets the net dissolve, and steps back, but keeps the shield in place, hoping to block Kassandra from sensing her presence and being troubled by it.*

*returns to Kassandra, worried*

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