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[can_has_vodka]

 [Arkady's standing in one of the hallways, looking a little lost.]

...Oh. So this is what it feels like.

Um...Dr. House's door has returned to Barge normal. So...he's left us. 

[She hopes it just means he woke up on the damn operating table. She has to convince herself that that's what happened.]

I'll be down the pub if anyone needs anything.

[Friends filter]
I could use a hug. I'll be all right, but I could still use a hug.

[Private for Reaver]
So I heard you're interested in our little establishment. Well, there's a bit of learning involved and I'm happy to help with that. Perhaps we should start with a tasting?

[Spam for pub]
[Arkady is puttering around, teleporting now and again to save time or rescue a dropped glass. She's clearly coping with her loss, but wears the occasional sadface. She's pretty much letting in anyone who knocks.]

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[wedonot]

[He didn't know that fear, not quite. He knew by proxy through what he'd seen of Erik's past, and for one horrible moment on a beach in Cuba, but he'd been lucky.

It's easier to talk this way. Charles has always been good at being supportive, but it's still hard to articulate things sometimes, because there just weren't words to describe how genuinely sorry you were. But with telepathy, you didn't need words, you could just show the other person how you felt in a way that went beyond platitudes, and he made sure to express that now.]

I'm sorry.

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[can_has_vodka]

We've been working to fix the land and the infrastructure ever since, and help as many people as we can. But we can't bring the dead back to life.

[A soft sigh.]

What we faced then and in the aftermath made most of us very good at coping with horrible things.