Propane-fueled nightmares [Backdated to the morning after the party]

[have_your_lives]

[Mercifully, Schuldig remembers almost nothing of his death; the sensation of his body being twisted more or less blended in with the agony he'd already been experiencing, and his neck snapping happened so suddenly that there's really nothing to remember

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[rulethegame]

[Joshua's voice is as amused as ever, but there does seem to be some underlying strain in it. Comes with broken ribs, man.]

You sure know how to flatter a guy. I take it you paid her a visit as well?

[And bam, filtered]

[have_your_lives]

So I did. I would've appreciated an advance warning...

[FILTERED FOREVER]

[rulethegame]

I wasn't exactly in the best shape for it. Did she show you one of her lovely drawings as well?

[Filtered]

[have_your_lives]

Drawings, no. She wrote something down for me.

No less unpleasant for the lack of effort, mind you.

[bittermayfly]

[Nagi doesn't sound the best either. His death had been fairly fast but still unpleasant.]

When and where?

[have_your_lives]

I don't care. Anywhere. Probably Crawford will want it at his place.

[bittermayfly]

I'm already there. I went there not long after I woke up at Ken's.

[Schuldig should know what that means.]

[have_your_lives]

[A beat while he takes this in.] Right. I'll be there soon.

Have you talked to Crawford yet? Or Farfarello?

[victimofgod]

[The moment the mental connection is up, Farfarello is thinking at Schuldig, not even waiting to give the man a chance to get to the phone. Then again, his thoughts aren't exactly the sanest of thoughts, swirling around and focusing on Schwarz' faces and religious imagery. Most of it is nonsensical or at the very least useless; Farfarello isn't really trying to tell him anything other than showing that he was -there- and that he was in his usual mind ('right' being as always debatable).

When the phone rang and he heard Schuldig's voice on the other end of it, he intended to speak back to Schuldig, but for the life of him he couldn't find a word he wanted to say. He settled on a wordless 'hmf' of affirmation while he waited for a few more moments for his thoughts to still enough that he could speak to the man. His own panic and stress at the situation he knew was self-evident.]

...Crawford's?

[have_your_lives]

Crawford's. As soon as possible.

[There's a brief pause before Schuldig directs a thought at him.] You didn't tell me it hit the lung. [Because, had Schuldig known that, going to see Lucy would have been bumped down on his list of priorities.]

[victimofgod]

See you there.

[Schuldig's words bring up another flurry of convoluted imagery, mostly centring around friendship, as tacky as it was it meant a lot to him that Schuldig cared enough to mention what had happened to him.] I didn't think that was important. You had a plan.

Switching to Action halfway through

[have_your_lives]

Even Crawford wouldn't say my plans are usually bad enough that Schwarz deaths factor into them, even as a byproduct.

[The rest of their conversation can be continued shortly, at Crawford's. Schuldig makes his way there in very short order; all his healing injuries, such as the one to his leg, are completely gone now, meaning that nothing is slowing him down. And he's feeling an almost urgent need to gather with the rest of Schwarz right now.]

[Action]

[clairvoyeur]

[Crawford was expecting this. It wasn't a matter of precognition. It was the way things were meant to be.

He hadn't exactly slept since the 'party.' His study is a lovely little bit of a sanctuary, a place to listen to the phones and completely hole up in his own thoughts. It's scattered with notes and diagrams now like some sort of strangely organized chaos. Somewhere among them is the plan; resting on top of them is the response.

Even with their reestablished mental connection, Crawford stays put. They'll all gather, claim the house properly, muss everything just the right way. The close press of minds motivates him out of a brief stillness. He'll have his papers properly in order in a matter of moments--if they haven't burst in by the time he's finished, they'll be pulled.]

[Action]

[have_your_lives]

[Unsurprisingly, it's Schuldig who enters first, looking visibly unsettled. However, he says nothing, instead doing a pacing circuit of the study before finding a chair - not Crawford's chair, he respects that much - to fall into, sinking low into it and surveying the room with hooded eyes.]

[Action]

[bittermayfly]

[Nagi's there already, somehow even quieter than usual. It's a mental silence as much as it is a physical one, which might explain things. He doesn't remember Schuldig killing him, since he'd been a drone at the time, but he does remember every godawful, if brief, moment of consciousness after taking that shot to the face. Even supposedly instant deaths still last seconds.

He just nods at Schuldig when he joins them.]

[Action]

[victimofgod]

[Of all the places in the room to sit, Farfarello takes his favourite--leaned against the wall. He doesn't say a word, but he nods at Crawford and smiles at Nagi. This isn't his show to run, and he's -grateful- for that. He's got nothing to say as yet.]