theshimmer | THE TOWN SQUARE.

THE TOWN SQUARE.

[Page silently watches the church burn for a little while, once she's emerged safely from it, before turning away and heading to the town square to meet up with everyone else. It makes sense to rest here, as they did last week, after another town with another tragic story to tell.

At least that time, however, they'd all survived it unscathed.

Once she's made it over to the group, she drops her pack onto the ground and collapses next to it, staring at her feet. It's going to take a bit to...process all of that, and while she'd love to get up in front of everyone and make some kind of rousing speech, she just doesn't have it in her at the moment.

Instead, she'll look up from the stone of the square, eventually, casting her eye over everyone and saying (almost to herself)-]

...I hope everyone is all right.

[That is likely far from true, but...well. They're all alive, Wesker is dead, and that's something. She's trying her best not to look at that little tree-sculpture with the key around its neck.

OOC: Second verse, same as the first! Here's our post-event mingle post, to talk about what the hell just happened in there, lick our wounds, and beg forgiveness from...from Flower Girl. Top-level away; Page will have her own up, if you'd like to talk to her.]

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[After that comment, Page turns her attention to her pack for want of...something to do; she'll make her way around to check on the wounded in a moment, but for now, she's gently placing what look to be grenades on the ground in front of her, counting them as she goes.]

...four, five, six...

[...seven. Seven left. Hopefully she'll be able to use the others as effectively. Feel free to come and talk to her; she already knew how many grenades were left in the set, this is just...de-stressing.]

[Felicia's first priority is going to be helping those who have been injured; in whatever's been designated as a medical area, one can find Felicia hard at work in making sure that everyone who's been injured here is taken care of. Say what one will about some of the clumsiness she's exhibited before, but when the going gets tough, she's laser focused and working her ass off to help. If anyone needs anything at all, she'll assist; just ask her!

Eventually--either when the condition of our shot friends has improved or just whenever someone tells Felicia to take a break or something, one will also just...find Felicia around, checking in on people. She's doing her best to sound like her usual self, but there is definitely an undercurrent of tiredness in her tone--]

Hey--how are you doing? Are you going to be alright?

[It's a simple thing at least, but...she's here for people, okay.

It's much later in the night that Felicia's gonna go by where flower girl is, hoping for some privacy and just kind of...babbling at nothing. It looks like Felicia's picked more flowers from around here, though, and seems to be trying to weave them.]

...I never really did thank you properly for teaching this to us, did I? I...I know I was all thumbs, and I messed up a lot, but...I really appreciated you going out of your way for me like that. I thought...maybe we'd get the chance, one more time, before we left, but...

...Well, I guess you got what you wanted in the end. I just hope you found happiness in it.

[...Yeah, it isn't long before Felicia just. Starts to sniffle, and sniffling goes into very quiet crying and rubbing her eyes at her sleeve. It's. It's been a rough day, okay.]

[Heinwald is around, but doesn't seek anyone out for a while. He sits quietly on the edge of the town square, watching the church burn and reflecting on what happened today.

Occasionally, he glances down at the notebook that he came in with. Its origin is no longer a mystery, but the truth that came out of it was a harsh one. Not only that, but with one mystery solved, another has revealed itself.

What made him decide to leave with a part of the Shimmer? And was it the right choice?]

[Yusei mechanically lays out the perimeter around the group. It might not be necessary, given that they're still in the town square. But who knows what this town is going to be like after being bereft of Wesker's "protection," if he'd given any. And he doesn't want to take any risks, when they have two people recovering from dangerous wounds.

When he's done, though, Yusei doesn't rejoin the group immediately. Instead, he sits down at the edge of the group, head in one of his hands. The other hand is still gripping his handgun - he hasn't quite brought himself to let go of it. Thankfully, the safety is on, so he wouldn't accidentally shoot himself while laying the perimeter out, but...]

All of this...what could it mean...?

[And the question he really wanted to ask himself, but can't bring himself to voice right now...

Will I fail this time, too?]

[So that's it. After all of this, it's over.

Krauser doesn't join the group - there's no reason to. He meant what he said about not picking a fight with them, and he's not going to get near anyone right now. He's not moving far from the church at all, and he'll be here until the flames have run their course and burnt the entire place down.

He doesn't move from the spot he's standing in, and he doesn't pay much attention to anyone who may approach. You're welcome to talk to him if you want, but he doesn't particularly care either way at this point.

Regardless, he's still here for the time being. He'll be here until he's sure Wesker's dead, and only then is he going to leave this town behind.]

[ Huh. Well, Rideaux had been out relocating the wounded during the church's grand finale, so he's not sure of all the details, but it sounds like Krauser may have earned those meaningless points from him after all. Interesting.

That aside, he's predictably going to be mostly in the medical area, checking in on the patients and supervising as needed, because he's pretty much designated himself the senior medical officer at this point. And after demonstrating how well he can keep his shit together in an emergency situation today, he's not expecting anyone to challenge him on it.

Some time later, when things seem to be under control, he'll eventually come take a seat in the square himself, and let out a sigh. Even after everything that's happened, he doesn't seem all that shaken -- just tired and like he's probably got a headache, because it has been a long ass day that now spans three log posts, and he's pretty done with it. ]

[ As always, Hugh(?) sticks to the outskirts of the group, not really wallflowering but skirting close to it ironically enough. He finds some place to sit, looking nonchalant as ever as he examines his new really nice gun. You might find him writing in his notebook too, but it's not a language anyone recognizes.

Later you can find him in the vicinity of the flower girl, seeming to be arbitrarily hanging around. Stick around for more than a beat or two and you'll hear him ask a simple question. ]

Well, are you happy with your choice? [ Who the question is poised to may be a little less clear. ]

[What an incredible shitshow that was. Hanneman would not exactly describe it as such on account of not being so coarse, but you can definitely tell he's thinking it as he sits off to the side of the square on something that looks like a reasonably untouched bench and organizes his notes. He feels bad he didn't do more in the moment, but quite frankly everything was happening so much... so he's just. He's just gonna do his notes.

...and mutter a bit.]

I really do wish he'd been a bit more open to questioning. I suppose I will just have to settle with getting the moss from corpses...

[he sounds so bummed about it, though. he prefers getting his samples from willing, live donors, but sometimes you've just got to deal.

...he tries not to watch the church burn. The bench he initially picks is facing it, but once he's satisfied with his notes, it keeps coming into his vision until he moves somewhere that he can keep his back to it. Of course, now he's just looking at the poor young woman who'd been claimed by the Shimmer, but... that's a new kind of horror. It doesn't bring to mind troubling memories of having to help a young woman kill her father while the city said father should have been protecting burned around them.

...which brings a question to mind for his fellow companions from other worlds, now that he's thinking about that.]

...I have to ask for your experiences, because it's been bothering me quite a bit--does religion just... turn out like this, or do I just keep running into the most bizarre extremes possible?

[Well, that could possibly have gone a lot, lot worse, but Gabriel is definitely not in any condition to be wandering around right now. Sure, he's going to survive.

He thinks.

But as it is, wherever he ends up he spends a while watching the church burn with a pensive expression on his face. It's not the first time he's seen something like this, but it's obvious there's something in particular on his mind.

Later on, despite the fact that he was just shot, he'll eventually attempt to make his way to the flower girl, looking her over sadly.]

I wish I could have helped you.

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