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thusia2012-10-14 11:29 pm
overclocking) wrote in thusia2012-10-14 11:29 pm
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Who: Anyone, but a few lost, old souls in particular
When: Day 85, night to early morning (still slight forward date)
Where: HQ
What: The Long Night continued to first light
[The bonfire still burns on the highest floor, casting its light like a beacon through the dome . . . but the floors below are darker, just as quiet, threads of that same solemnity weaving down through the stonework.
A time for old memories and the ghosts that keep them. A night of peace for the restless, and home for the homeless. Long hours for remembrance, and sorrow, and faded joys.
And a night, for some few, to wander the halls, sleepless until dawn. . . . two in particular have wandered (on slow, unsteady and altogether new legs) down to the bent-open grand doors of the first floor, looking out to the jungle and water below.]
When: Day 85, night to early morning (still slight forward date)
Where: HQ
What: The Long Night continued to first light
[The bonfire still burns on the highest floor, casting its light like a beacon through the dome . . . but the floors below are darker, just as quiet, threads of that same solemnity weaving down through the stonework.
A time for old memories and the ghosts that keep them. A night of peace for the restless, and home for the homeless. Long hours for remembrance, and sorrow, and faded joys.
And a night, for some few, to wander the halls, sleepless until dawn. . . . two in particular have wandered (on slow, unsteady and altogether new legs) down to the bent-open grand doors of the first floor, looking out to the jungle and water below.]
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