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[network] @HOOK; DAY 016 [open]

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( it takes a bit after waking to find his tablet, stowed close to him after he stumbles free from the odd table and bag he awoke in. he's incredibly uneasy and his expression might even be closed to panicked as he tries to communicate. )

Is anyone— Baelfire, Tinker Bell, are you still out there? I'm...

( not dead. yes, so it was hinted at a few times before he froze in the bitter cold, he still hadn't really believed it, and now here he is. he doesn't know what to think, but he feels very uneasy about it.

the camera turns away from him, showing the morgue, though not in as much detail as the pirate himself can see. )

There's so many here.

( has this place really claimed all these lives? or are they going to wake, just like him?

either way, Hook probably isn't going to stay long... though he might be able to look for a name on the way out, if he's caught before he leaves. )
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( he's feeling better than he managed before he died. what kind of irony is that? slept like the dead, apparently, and that's put him in more of a working order... yet, all the same, he still doesn't try to travel too far. he's going to survive and make it back to the school, try to find his group again, hopefully without any casualties this time.

yes, he knows death might not stick, but all those bodies in the place he awoke? no, he doesn't feel particularly confident that he can escape that fate twice. so instead he's off, found a place to stay the night, at least for now. he's poking around inside when the door opens, and he twists away from the very odd garden he was giving a once over to see who it is.

the face is familiar, and he frowns before finding the name that matches the face. ) Clarke, isn't it?

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[ ... he doesn't exactly know what to think when he hears the voice over the network early in the morning. after the night of headaches and strange dreams, the lights and the singing, he isn't sure what to believe.

he's sure the voice is his imagination, sure that he's just making everything up, until he keeps talking, until it is very much Hook on the video. ]

You're... you're alive!

[ he doesn't mean to scream it, doesn't mean to let his voice catch or his eyes burn, but he was sure he'd never come back. ]

( is he alive? despite everything, it feels a bit hard to believe. he knows he froze, he suffered every last aching breath trying to find a way in anywhere before he couldn't move any farther. that was the worst part, face first and smothering in snow...

he didn't have to fight long after that.

does that mean he's alive? it's not as if he'd go to heaven, and this place doesn't seem much like any hell he's heard of. so what does it mean? did he really die, or is this place and its magic preserving them somehow?

he felt dead, but it's impossible to say.

still, at Baelfire's voice, he stops moving and turns the camera back around. he can't quite knot himself into no reaction at all. he looks about as uncertain as he feels, and it's rare for the pirate to admit he's actually a bit afraid, even just in an expression. )

I think so. ( it's hard to tell for sure, as ridiculous as that sounds. ) I don't know how, but... ( he shakes his head, deciding to spare Baelfire details. ) I'm all right. And you, are you— ( Baelfire's expression ties his stomach in knots and Hook is immediately backtracking. ) What's wrong? Is it Tink? Did something happen to you?

( not like anyone could be sad that you were dead for a week, right Hook? )

[ it really is him. he's moving around somewhere, and he remembers it all. the amount of relief that goes surging through him is inexplicable. he very nearly forgets to listen and respond for all the emotion he's feeling.

he wipes furiously at his eyes. ] No, we're... we're fine. I... I thought you were dead for good.

[ so some of the people were right -- it takes time to come back here, and it's possible to wait. he's glad he didn't give up hope now, and stares at the screen in wonder. ] I... I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I tried, and I went to look for you when the doors opened and... and --

[ he frowns, and shrugs. ] Where are you? I... are you okay? [ this place takes something when you come back to life, he's heard, and he's almost afraid to ask the question. ]

( and there was nothing to be found, he's guessing. that sends a few cold knots into the pirate's stomach, but he chases them back. he's not going to consider too deeply that he's been gone. just that he's back now, and clearly he couldn't have really be dead if that's the case. right?

there's no coming back from death. )

Don't be sorry. I'm all right now. ( like that chases away all the fears and hurt from before. Hook doesn't really know what to say or how to make it better. he wishes he did. )

I... yes. ( he doesn't feel ill as he had before it all happened, which means he even feels better than he did before. ) I'm not sure where I am. It's a strange building. ( filled to the brim that people that most certainly appear to be dead, he's trying not to think about that. ) Where are you? Are you still with Tink? I'll find my way back to the school, and then we'll be together again.

[The first indication that Al has seen this broadcast is a long, hollow, tinny sigh. He hates that his chest eases a little in relief at the sight of Hook alive, before the revulsion at revival takes over.

He can't accept it still, but Tim has instilled in him the need to be more comforting to those who have been brought back, because whatever has happened is not their fault.]

...You're okay.

[He's not sure if he's mad yet.]

[ This is the first time Ellana's seen the morgue in any way, and it's pretty disturbing, even if she can't see as many bodies as Hook can. ]

Those are all people who froze to death? How did they get there?

Oh my god, dude, you're--

[Alive, which is kind of obvious at the moment. Stiles coughs and tries again.]

So, uh, a lot of dead bodies, that's- nice. Really comforting. [He can't help but wonder the same thing -- did all of them die like Hook, like everyone who froze to death? Or are they more of those mystery dead that Tim dug up on the playground?]

( it is disturbing, just on the sheer scale of how many are kept here. they're all stowed away, locked in boxes, but all the chests marked with names... Hook has seen many dead before and yet he still finds himself troubled by it.

though, perhaps more so because he awoke from having been in the same state as they not too long ago. )

I don't know. I don't remember. I just woke up here.

( he pauses to flash the table he crawled off of, which has rolled out of the wall to let him free. )

If I was locked like all the rest, then someone unlocked me.

How do you tell something like that?

( it's a little too revealing an inquiry, isn't it? how does he know he's healthy, or living on borrowed time from a spell he didn't ask to take on? as greedy as he is for his own life, what is the price for coming back going to be?

hook sighs, shaking off that thought. )

I seem to be.

Something.

( he's not sure what he is. is that odd? he seems to be alive, his heart seems to be beating, it just is uncanny to remember how certain he is that he'd died. and that's not something you can come back from in his world. so he's not gong to use words like alive just yet. give him a bit.

there's a cruel guff of a laugh. yes, dead bodies, really comforting. ) There's so many. How many did you say had... died. ( this is so much more than he'd pictured. )

—Killian?

[ she finds the name easily; it isn't hard to remember someone she had feared would die under her care. the hook is also a pretty prominent feature. it isn't hard to remember that, either. she forces a smile, though the last week has been somewhat close to torture. god, that light, and how worried and scared she had felt. frightened that someone could see inside her and find all the terrible things she's done. she pressed the beacon without even thinking, desperate to make it stop, but the next day it disappeared. she's just— lost and confused. Clarke is starting to doubt her own sanity these days. what is real, and what is not? can she distinguish fears from reality? if this was the Admin's goal, to make her feel crazy, they've certainly achieved it. ]

Hi. It's been awhile. It's been awhile since I've seen anyone, actually.

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[ She's seen so many dead herself -- there is a war going on at home, after all -- but there are more people, more bodies here than she thought there'd be. ]

So someone wanted you alive again.

[ She's been discussing this dead coming back to life thing with others, and she's still undecided if these people are the same as those who died, or only posing as them. No offense, Hook, it's just that putting spirits into dead bodies is a controversial thing that actually happens back home. ]

Probably the same person or group who gave us injections to stop a sickness we all just had. What I can't understand is how they get to us without us seeing them.

Apparently so.

( or he didn't die in the first place, he's still hoping it's that over the idea of dying and somehow reviving from it. in his world, that's impossible, but is there another explanation? how is this sort of magic possible?

her paranoia is actually understandable, though for the record he feels himself. too himself to be formerly dead, though really, how would he ever know? )

I don't know. But there's got to be a way to catch them, or stop them. ( he'll at least try. there's got to be an answer. )

( he actually wouldn't know her name if she hadn't given to him after they met. when they met, well... he was really in no state to remember even his own name. Clarke is one of the few he bothered to give his actual name, instead of just a moniker; the girl that went out of her way to preserve his worthless life, seems she deserves a bit more consideration than the rest.

not that all her hard work really resulted in anything, he thinks with a sudden frown, but he shakes that off. he doesn't have time to get stuck in his head. she seems worn and weary, and perhaps the pirate might even like to make up what he owes her if he can. problem being there's not a lot he can offer her, all he has is himself and the few things he woke up with. )

Likewise. ( it's a dark agreement, considering he hasn't seen anyone because he's been locked in a cold box, more or less dead. ) If you mean to look around this place, I haven't found anything of note. And mind those plants, I wouldn't touch them if I were you. ( there's a reason he handled them wearing a glove. ) How long has it been since we spoke?

( it's a weird question, he just has to know how many days he lost. he knows he spoke to Clarke the morning of the day he left. be it through death or some odd magic. )

[ of course he didn't find anything of note — they rarely do. she wants to find food, blankets, medicine, a way out. these things are hard to come by, though. Clarke wonders what the endgame is here, why they're being kept alive yet only allowed to barely scrape by. the food they're offered is disgusting, to say the least — she still doesn't understand Pop-Tarts — and if they aren't careful, they'll freeze to death.

so why, then? why bother giving them rations at all? what do you want? she wants to scream, but she keeps it in, remaining calm on the surface. her expression doesn't give much indication of her frustrated state, though a keen observer might notice there's more tension than usual. ]

Since we last spoke? Uh, it must have been... five? Six? It can't have been more than a week.

[ she doesn't bother asking why he wants to know. Clarke, too, has her own reasons for keeping up with the dates. the days seem so short and the nights so long that she finds herself wondering if the day is actually 24 hours. sometimes, knowing the day comforts her. then she can know a few things for certain. she is Clarke Griffin. she is in Norfinbury, and has been for fifteen days. she's really fucking cold. ]

What's wrong with the plants? I was hoping they might be medicinal. They're the only plants I've seen since I got here.

( he found a red pen in another house and a bloody plate. not going to help them much, and certainly not going to do anything to help him. he needed a new weapon, he felt a bit naked without one; he'd broken his only find trying to force his way through a door when he'd been locked out. all his food, what little he'd had, had been left with Tink and Baelfire, so the pirate was down to a few odds and ends on his person. he couldn't help her out on any of the things she wanted, except for perhaps medicine. he still had a pair of strange unmarked pills if she really wanted them, though he found them a bit fishy.

he can't quite wrap his head around the point of all this, either. Pan had wanted a game, he'd delighted in their suffering, but he'd never done it from afar. there's certainly something or someone watching them, manipulating their odds... but why? what did they want? he still had no idea, no better off than the day he arrived.

he looks away at her answer, stomach contorting at the idea of being gone for close to a week. he's still not sure if he believes he died or something... else, but that doesn't change how long he was gone. it's some kind of miracle that he didn't stay dead, but it doesn't feel like much of a gift. )

I'd wager they're poisonous. Hard to say but they've got a residue. And really, after all this, you think that they'd be medicinal? ( he doesn't trust anything in this place, not even the bloody plants. )

I think so too. There has to be a slip up at some point.

[ And they'll be ready to pounce on it to get some answers. ]

Your friends -- have they contacted you yet? I'm sorry, but I don't recognize their names. I'm still new, though, so I probably just haven't spoken to them yet.

One.

( Baelfire was likely with TInk still, and the pirate doesn't know what to think about the fact she won't answer. it doesn't really matter, he'll try to find his way back to them anyway. )

You're new? How long have you been?

[ She lets out a soft exhale -- a sort-of sigh -- from her nose. ]

Five days now. I've been filled in on what everyone knows, which sadly isn't much. My name's Ellana.

I'd been ten days before I... wound up here.

( which means he's been a pace longer, and who knows how long he's been gone. )

Killian Jones. Are you with anyone? I've found that having a group makes this place a bit less taxing.

[ Ten days before he died. How awful. She hopes she can last longer than that, but with someone they can't see sneaking in to give them injections, she's not sure it's feasible. ]

I am. My beloved is here too, and luckily we ran into one another.

[ Absolute pure luck, because Cullen hadn't looked at his tablet at all beyond registering it. Had he made himself known on the network, she would have rushed to meet him. As it was, things worked out. ]

And it does. I feel better knowing we have each others' backs. Now if only we could find something useful beyond dolls and blackened paper.

[ she notes the way he averts his eyes when she answers, but doesn't say anything. he must have lost time if he's asking that. it gives her a sick feeling in her stomach, a sense of foreboding she can't quite describe. everything here is unnatural. it's wrong. nobody should be blacking out, losing time, getting strange shots, or coming back to life, yet they all are. one might think knowing that others have come back from the dead is comforting, but it isn't. if she's dead— well, then she'll stay dead. Clarke dreads the thought of waking up again with something irreparably wrong inside her. they can't be saving them without some sort of cost. ]

Hoping isn't expecting, [ she quips dryly. they took their weapons, everything that could possibly be of use. the only way the plants could be medicinal is if somehow the Admin didn't know. people like that always slip up. she only hopes for a slip up big enough to give them what they need to leave. ]

I'm also hoping for a grappling hook, but I'm not holding my breath.

[ her delivery is wry, a little bitter. she's joking because it's the only way to deal with the situation without losing her mind — again. Clarke would rather forget that incident ever happened, though. she never wants to feel like that again. scared, out of control, helpless; she hated it.

she makes her way further through the house, hand tracing along the wall as she moves. there's an open area, one where the walls and ceiling are glass. she's never seen anything like it before, but she assumes it must have to do with looking outside. strange considering that there's rarely anything to see but snow. ]

Why have a room like this if all you're going to see is white? Maybe this means the weather isn't always like this. [ yeah, that's another hope. ] It might be a good place to sit and keep watch, though.

( he agrees that this shouldn't be possible without an astronomical cost. magic just doesn't give out anything for free. who is going to be paying the price of the people dragged from the grave or suspended in some variety of animation? it's not fair to force people back to a life they left and left them to bear the consequences of the act, yet that did seem just about their luck in this dreary place.

as for the plants, well... ) You can try it if you like but I wouldn't if I were you. ( he's seen enough plants in Neverland that he's automatically suspicious of all of them. perhaps unfair, but his paranoia paid off back then, and he's not going to back away from it now. )

I think it's meant to let the light in. Help the plants grow. ( like a greenhouse, only built into the side of a house. he wonders if they can grow even in this kind of cold, or if they're bound to wither sooner or later. all in all, the plants are dreadfully odd. he's tempted to huck them outside before he leaves, because he doesn't think they'll be anything but trouble.

her mention of a watch takes a moment, but it clicks. they'd been speaking of keeping watches before he got left out in the cold. ) Right. ( it'd be better than most of the places he'd spent the night. ) I'll give it a go if you like. ( it's a way to make up what he perceives he owes her, though a man she doesn't know staying awake all night as she rests might be a bit intimidating. )

Take care of each other.

( Hook barely remembers what it's like to have a beloved, but if he did, he wouldn't be very keen on leaving her side. he had Tink, and Baelfire, before he pushed too far and too hard and ended up paying the price. )

Mind the magic glass, if it says to go inside, do it. And try not to go anywhere alone. ( he's got it in him to not want to see someone torn from who they love, he knows what that feels like. )

I've not had any luck on that end. I found a bit of plastic that lets me work on maps, and bits and pieces, but nothing that gives any answers as to why we're here or who is responsible.

Thank you for the advice. I was only alone a few days before he arrived.

[ And two pairs of eyes searching is definitely better than one, not to mention the security she feels being with him. Not having her magic has made her feel far more vulnerable than she likes. ]

Have you been working on a map of this town?

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[network] @HOOK; DAY 016 [open]

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