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Who: All the good little anti-entropy engine girls and boys and others
Where: On the way back towards the dorms
When: Day 258, evening, so very shortly after Good Ends
What:

[As the festivities end and it’s time to head back to dorms, there seems to hang an uneasy feeling that has nothing to do with bittersweet goodbyes. The particularly astute may notice an uncomfortable stillness about; not a living thing is out and active, save the Blanks. Even the river seems stilled, as if holding its breath. The more sensitive can probably feel it coming, whatever it is. Even the insensitive may find something about the walk home distasteful.]

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[I don't think I count.

He's starting to straighten up, breathing hitching as he gets it under control.

He's still a long moment...]

I can't hear it anymore...

[He's had one hand on his gun since they started running. He hasn't taken it away yet]

What . . . was that?

The Old Man. What's left of this world...

The South Block is where he's supposedly the most active, and we'll eventually be left to it.

. . . What was it doing? Just how much do you know about this?

Trying to devour everything, and not enough.

Tell me everything you do know.

There's not a lot to tell. When we went under with all those memories... we came back... and there was plenty of word about the South Block being abandoned eventually by the Judges and the people allowed to dwindle, eaten by a mad earth.

It's being sustained unnaturally, so it's trying to kill itself by taking the living. That shitty trash of a King will start filling the North Block again, and we'll be left to the rock.

You saw it yourself.

All that trash . . . I'd dismissed it as that crazy Surgeon fuck's hallucinations.

[He shrugs.]

Before today, we couldn't have given you proof that it wasn't just that.

. . . [Fuck I wish I had a cigarette right now]

[He's silent for a long moment, staring at his hands. They're shaking.]

Tch. I overdid it dragging your ass here.

I'm giving the body back.

...

Don't you fucking dare go back out there yet, you shitty trash. I'll drag you back out myself if I have to.

Who are you calling shitty trash, scum?

I don't plan to.

Good.

[And the odd patterning fades from his eyes...

He sways and then slumps. FUCK HOW MANY MUSCLES DID THAT BASTARD PULL?]

. . . Problem?

M'good.

[Fishing out the eyepatch and sloooowwwly replacing it.]

[CLEARLY DISBELIEVES but whatever you say kid]

That was the one called Rind, right?

Yeah, that's the bastard all right.

Aa? Not a fan?

Not particularly. Today was fine, but he's a fucking pushy bastard.

He is that.

Anyways... what he was babbling about he wasn't pulling out his ass.

If what we've seen was true... this is just the first.

. . . This will happen again?

Getting worse until nothing's left. Even getting people in their dorms. You guys might get protected.

But not the rest of you.

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