side: heaven

[idolpro]

[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?

The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.

There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]

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Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He laughs, shaky and a little disbelieving - laughs again, and takes the offered hand.]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

Looks like you made it...? No more demon stench?

[Kind of hovering nearby, looking between the two, hopeful but hesitant]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Nope, sorry, as soon as the angel's helped him up, he's pulling her in for a hug, tight and slightly giddy. She can probably feel the heartbeat.]

Pretty sure it worked.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

[She barely even hears him over the feel of his heart in his chest--it had been so long since that failure, enough that she'd almost forgotten the rhythm--and she squeezes back, maybe a little too tight]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Is there such a thing as too tight? He's squeezing back just as hard, anyway.]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

[That must be why her chest feels so tight and her own heartrate elevates, the STR and CON bonuses from being mortal again means he doesn't know his own strength. Nothing to do with a wobbly feeltheing in her gut now that finally something had gone right, something big enough she hadn't dared think it could ever be done.

And she wonders, a little, maybe miracles can happen, and maybe're were things worth hoping for after all. And she thinks--

--she--

--absolutely cannot get into this many feelings in the middle of the Starship Heavenprise bathhouse, holy shit. She eventually reins herself in and somehow extricates herself at least a little; pulls on an expression that looks more watery than she'd been aiming for.]

...Huh, not bad. Summer's gonna feel that much hotter, though.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Maybe there were a whole lot of feelings on this end, too, honestly; his eyes are kind of damp.]

...right? Gonna have to eat like twenty times more icepops to make up for it.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

[He was a zombie ten minutes ago; he can have as many feelings as he wants. She should be more circumspect, but reaches for his (warm! lifelike!) hand anyway]

Got a grocery store now; 'least they're free.

Should get a generator for the hideout; get a freezer.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Takes it and holds on, squeezing.]

Dude, let's do it.

Could make our own, get a bunch of juice and some fruit and stuff and stick em in weird molds.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

[Does the same, as if she can memorize the feeling, hold on to it for later]

Make a jello mold out of jello...

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

Make a jello mold out of icepops.

[He bends down to grab his stuff from where he left it, not letting go of her hand.]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[unbr8kable]

Pretty sure it'd melt once you put the boiling water in.

[Helps gather some of his things with her off hand]

Though I guess you could make an icepop swirl that way...

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

What, mix em together, then freeze it all?

Sounds like a plan.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[livingwater]

[ pulling him up fairly easily, with much more strength than they look like they might have, and they don't even pull away ]

How do you feel?

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Lets himself get pulled up, and then - yeah, sorry not sorry, the angel is also getting a hug.]

Like I'm back in one piece.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[livingwater]

[ uh

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awkward

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, , ]

. . .

That's good.

[ how do i hug b ]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Gives him one last squeeze before he steps back again.]

...thanks, dude. For real.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[livingwater]

. . . It was His power that healed you. Never forget that.

[ p. pats his shoulder ]

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean, sure, but you're the one who helped get me there.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He pauses - seems to realize something.]

...hey. If I took some of this stuff, could it, like - could it help the other people like me? The ones who got changed?

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[livingwater]

. . . I would imagine you'd need more than just some of it.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

...like, full submersion? I mean - it oughtta be doable, right?

You got a whole ship. And a map and stuff, with all that stained glass. If you were coming to bust us out, we could break outta the city and then load everyone up and have like an exorcism pool party.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[livingwater]

I can't go in that room! I'm not allowed.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well, you could tell us how to do it, right? We went in okay.

Re: RIGHT HAND OF THE FATHER

[livingwater]

If I knew how to operate it I wouldn't be disallowed from the room!