Characters: Davesprite and Clint
Location: Building 254
Date: Evening 204
Summary: Two sad bird men of variable actual bird quality talk about their dead, dead friends.
Warnings: Talking about dead people? Will update if needed.

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[ Steph still has a bandage over one cheek, taped in place with packing tape. But at least the injury underneath it isn't as disturbing anymore, just an unpleasant growing scab. ]

Alright kids, it's that time again. Let's talk about what we all saw when things went crazy two days ago.

I hope you've all got at the very least some pain killers by now, but if you're still waiting for medical help? Please take care of yourself and don't strain yourself trying to answer this.

Now we all know that eyes are a theme. What I want to know is what sort of things we saw besides eyes.

For us there was a glowing like fire, or like Andromeda's eyes, I guess. Ice fell from the top of the tunnels. [ That was... upsetting, considering the way Kes and Zach each died last. Steph shudders. ] And, uh... god, there's not a way to put this that isn't creepy as hell, we got... licked.

So there was that. What else do you guys have for me?

This is Dr. Watson. I've woken up in the police station and don't appear to have a death price at the moment. Not entirely sure what to make of that. I know there have been a few isolated incidences of that happening.

[Such as they are. This is all a dream, but he'll stick to the dream logic for the moment while communicating with the broader network.]

If anyone's in need of medical assistance in the area, please let me know. I'll be heading north and east in the next few days.

[He looks up at Mary.]

Anything else to add?

[She shakes her head, looking thoroughly upset.

You should have talked to Sherlock.]

I'm sorry for any inconvenience, and yes, I've already spoken with Sherlock. Thank you.