[Mal wakes up alone - which, in the grand scheme of things, suits her just fine. It gives her enough time to check a few things before she has to interact with anyone. Another very good thing: this gives her time to decide whether or not she's angry.]

[In the end she is, just not enough to tell anyone about it explicitly.]

Hannibal's gone.

I'm sure this has been noticed and just not announced, or anything, so I thought I'd make it official now that I have the opportunity. His door's gone and he's not registering on the item anymore, so, while it's possible he might come back, it's probably better to assume that he won't.

So that's done with. Thank you for your time.

[. . . oh, there's the sarcasm, somewhere in the very last phoneme of time. She hangs up.]

spam } enclosure

[On the other hand, some change is good. She likes this kind, the melding and unifying and streamlining of things, enough that sometimes she thinks the Admiral almost knows what he's doing.]

[Then she remembers everything else he's done and that she hates him, but it's a beautiful moment while it lasts.]

[For now she's taking another moment not to remember, figuring out how to program this new room. It takes her a moment, but then the gorge outside the Kneck flickers into being before her, and she grins, toothy and very nearly content, because even without the fires of encamped men it brings back memories. Good and bad, but all very important.]

[The Kneck itself isn't there, so she goes to tread its high foundations, the expanse of ice-packed soil crackling under her sturdy shoes. She might stay here for a while and enforce loneliness, until she remembers how to talk to people.]

( private } stiles, scott, allison, lydia, cosima, hannibal )

dreamspam } open

[This is the second time this has happened - at least, the second time it's happened on the Barge. This time, she isn't craving, or at least not any more than she ordinarily is. No, the instability comes from without rather than within, and this time, there isn't a godsdamned thing she can do about it.]

[The dreams don't start out contagious. They just start out bad, bad and familiar, hunger and blood and blackness and laughter, half-memory and half-siphoned in from another place and another time. Flashes at first, seconds of memory and fiction thrown up by her mind that fling her back into consciousness with eyes wide and red in the darkness, teeth sharp and closing on nothing.]

[When they begin to spread out from her own psyche to others', they get both more vicious and more concrete, like watching a full movie instead of a clip. She doesn't wake up anymore once she sinks into a dream, just lies on her cot in her cabin as if she's dead. The dream itself sneaks out under her door to find a second, someone else to play with. Anybody at all is fair game.]

( A )

( B; cw blood + gore + vampirism )

public } voice

[For once, she sounds flat, distracted, disinterested. None of the eager curiosity or easy sarcasm that typically brightens her voice are there now.]

The dreams are back.


( ooc; mal is experiencing a recurrence of her mirror-barge door symptoms, which include night terrors and time loss! and because of her canonical tendencies towards flashsides {contagious hallucinations} in times of stress . . . her night terrors are totally contagious, too. dream B will contain typical vampiric themes, so dream A is available for people who aren't interested in all that shit. pp with any questions ♥ )