[040] - action/voice

[slaying]

[It was a pretty average day. Still not strong--but feeling better--Buffy bustles around the house. In fact, she's made some soup for Kirk. After all, it was the tried and tested remedy for all ailments. And...after the state he was returned in. Well

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[gardenerofgaia]

A big space captain--he probably felt all cooped up here. He'll back happy back home. ...If everyone can get here and back, there must be a way to reach them. [Luceti would be a lot better if it wasn't for the farewells often being forever. Or without an actual farewell.]

[slaying]

I know you're right. Of course you're right--you're you. [She sighs, deferring gently to Aerith on matters of wisdom.] But I can't help but just think he's gone home and poof, I'm out of his mind. It hurts.

/finally tags back

[gardenerofgaia]

I know. I know--it's going to hurt for a while. But it'll get better. ...Is there anything you need? Besides a chance to kick those Malnossos' behinds.

[slaying]

Maybe..Aerith? Would you mind a little co-walking? I know it's kinda cold out.

[Voice]

[ratatosk_knight]

[He's only spoken to Buffy a couple of times, but damn, does he know that feeling all too well, and he can't help but sympathize. He knew it made him feel a little bit better to know that he wasn't alone when Richter was sent home, so...]

... I'm sorry.

[Voice]

[slaying]

[Emil...]

Thanks.

[Voice]

[ratatosk_knight]

They..

[It's not something he likes to talk about, but he figures it might help a little.]

They sent Richter home back in October, so I...

[Voice]

[slaying]

Richter? [Except...she realizes the context of her own entry and with a defeated sigh, continues:] Sorry, Emil. It's all kinda sucky.

[inabook]

[voice]

[slaying]

You could remind me that someone getting out of this rat-maze is hardly a bad thing.

[But...there's warmth there. She's glad to hear from you, Estelle.]

[inabook]

[voice]

[slaying]

Everyone else that went back? The ones I knew well, I mean. They were all from the same place. My home. But this? This is kinda in a whole other category.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

My condolences, Buffy. [More disappearing housemates for her. And here she had moved into a new house after the other had emptied out.]

[voice]

[slaying]

Albert? [She sniffles a moment, trying to regain some emotional strength.] Thanks.

[voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

The suddenness is perhaps the worst of it.

[voice]

[slaying]

I'd kill for the chance to say goodbye. Because--you know what? Good, he's gone home. He wanted it. But this whole way is just so painful.

[action]

[lt_linguist]

[Yeah, Uhura heard that thud, and that voice over the journal. She'll swear in about eight different languages, and she'll give Buffy a few minutes to herself.

But then she'll be there, in the doorway, a sympathetic look on her face.]

I'm sorry.

[action]

[slaying]

Yeah. Me too. [She sighs, pulling a palm across her splotchy face and eyeing Uhura with her own measure of sympathy. But--Buffy remembers--Uhura will see him again.]

[action]

[lt_linguist]

[There are lots of things she could say right now, lots of perfectly rational things, like how they all knew it would end this way, at some point, because that was just the nature of this place and they didn't belong in each other's worlds.

But Uhura knows when being rational just won't cut it.]

If there's anything you need, just let me know, okay?

[action]

[slaying]

[Her eyes shut and open, keeping the waterworks firmly in check.] Thanks. I appreciate it. Really--Uhura? I do.