006} recalled to life (or 'tis a far, far better thing i do...)

[theresalwayshope]

[PUBLIC VIDEO]

[Allison is still deathtolling in the infirmary, but she has her comm and she's not afraid to use it. It's been about two days: she hurts like hell, she's pale, and even after being resurrected from the dead, there's been a lot going on.

She's got a lot to do, and she faces it all with the brightest smile she can manage as the feed shows her, still in bed, and features still tight with pain she's fighting to hide, radiating from the puncture wound that stole her life...the wound that's no longer there.]

So...was that what you guys call a port? Because that...sucked. And not just because...[She falters over it, because regardless of the ship's metaphysical mechanics, there's something so wrong about saying it, enduring it...returning from it.]

...because I died.

[Drawing a shaky breath, she hides a wince as she goes too deep, tests her recovering body too much.]

I just wanted to let everyone know I'm here, I'm okay...and that anyone from Beacon Hills is on notice. If you know Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, or Scott McCall? Check in with them if you see them. Have they eaten, did they sleep...and if they haven't, make them. As soon as I can walk, I'm getting out of the infirmary, and it's going to be business as usual.

[VIDEO, Pack Filter]

Seriously, I'm fine, guys. If you don't take care of yourselves, I'm punching everyone. No exceptions.

[VIDEO, private to Needy and Duke]

Check in, you guys. I just want to make sure you're holding up okay.

[VIDEO, private to Vergil Sparda]

Hi. [Her smile is less bright, wearier and tighter with discomfort, but it's very genuine.] I'm still stuck with this...death toll thing...but I at least wanted to introduce myself. My name is Allison Argent, it looks like I'm going to be your warden temporarily.

Comments

[video ; private]

[notsoneedy]

I'm fine. [It comes out almost breathless, rushed in her hurry to reassure her. After everything they talked about during the thing, the last thing she wants is Allison worrying more now.] I ended up in the infirmary, but only because I freaked when I heard what happened to Stiles. I fought my way in to check up on him and see for myself he was still alive, and then after that Jack wouldn't let me leave.

[She slows down a bit, calming more as she tries to think.]

Lydia was looking for you, by the way. Did you two ever meet up? Oh, and actually, that's not what a port is. You leave the ship during the port. This is...I think this is what they call a "breach". When the ship changes.

[video ; private]

[theresalwayshope]

[Allison let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding when Needy appeared, and became far more comfortable as a result.]

Hi. God, I'm glad you're okay...and I'm sorry I didn't check in more. How are you--

[Allison froze, realizing what Needy had said.

Lydia had been looking for her.

...Jesus. Jesus Christ, she'd known. Did her powers work when the dead were coming back to life? They must...

Allison was going to have to talk to her later.]

Lydia was looking for me? Or did she say she had to find me? There's...sort of a difference.

[video ; private]

[notsoneedy]

Um, I don't...actually remember. Sorry. [She cringes. She has no idea why it's important, but clearly it is, and the fact that she can't help makes her feel bad.] I would have paid more attention, if I'd been worried about that sort of thing.

[andyougoleft]

Sounds serious. Why the focus on that group?

[theresalwayshope]

Because they're all idiots. I say it with love, but...idiots.

I'm starting to realize it's a flaw commonly found in heroes.

[video]

[routemistress]

[Iris is sitting up in bed; she's done her face and hair, but no amount of makeup can hide the dark circles under her eyes, the fatigue pulling down her mouth.]

Technically that were an incursion from the other barge. Ports are usually more fun than that.

Well, except when they're terrible and everyone dies, of course. This your first one, Allison lovey?

[video]

[theresalwayshope]

[Allison nods, making a face as she breathes wrong and feels that invisible wound pull unpleasantly.]

Yeah, first time. I've, uh...being dead is probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. Since it wasn't permanent or anything.

[video, private]

[hearrrtofgold]

God damn. [Duke doesn't swear too often, but the news of Allison's death calls for it. Especially since... Duke never views himself as a hero, but he knows he should have been trying to protect her.] Where are you? I'm coming by, what do you need?

[video, private]

[theresalwayshope]

I'm fine, just...it hurts. [She makes a face, wincing as she shifts to escape the discomfort of a wound that isn't there...and has to bite back a cry of pain as her vision goes red around the edges.

She screws her eyes shut, waiting for the ability to think, to breathe, to return to her, then opens them when she trusts herself to answer him.]

I'm in the infirmary. [She's a little breathless, but her voice is still strong.] I don't actually need anything...just my friends looked after.

[She pauses...then peers into the feed hopefully, looking suddenly younger.]

...and maybe some cocoa? With marshmallows? Maybe they have some in the dining hall?

[video, private]

[hearrrtofgold]

I know. It's going to hurt, I'm sorry. [His mouth go tight, corners dipping down as he watches sympathetically. She's breathing; that's good. After he shows up to take care of her he'll try to guide her through some meditative breath exercises.]

I'll do what I can. [Though Duke is unlikely to go out looking for them right now, he'll do what he can to take care of her friends if he finds them.

"Cocoa with marshmallows" is an invitation to extravagance as far as Duke is concerned. He is a restauranteur and a smuggler of fine goods including foodstuffs.] Got it. Anything else?

Video -- Pack

[voluntaryapnea]

Did you...seriously just sic the entire Barge on our asses?

[Oh, she did and he's really not surprised.]

Video -- Pack

[theresalwayshope]

Hell yeah, I did! And I'll do worse if I find out you three give anyone any grief.

Video -- Pack

[voluntaryapnea]

Like punching all of us?

[Voice - Pack]

[lydiascreams]

[Hearing Allison say she died makes her stomach turn. Because for a second, Lydia thinks maybe her best friend found out the truth. But then she follows up and Lydia understands that she's talking about her Barge death.

It's not any easier, though. So she chooses to reply with voice and make it quick, so she doesn't have to put that much effort into pretending.]

Someone is going to show up at my doorstep with a plate full of carbs and I'm gonna be really mad at you.

[Voice - Pack]

[theresalwayshope]

[The voice message without video, however, makes Allison suspicious. She starts to try and sit up, but remembering her last attempt stops her.]

I don't care, you need to eat...why are you hiding? Switch on video, are you okay?

[Pack Filter]

[semifreakingnormal]

We have two weeks before you're up to punching anyone. [Vaguest attempt at humor!!]

[Pack Filter]

[theresalwayshope]

[Allison puts all her strength into the brightest smile she can manage, narrowing her eyes playfully.]

I have people to do my punching for me in my hour of need.

Video, same filter.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ What she gets to see is a bored looking white haired man looking at her. Speaking in just as bored of a tone.]

So, I take it this changes often, just days ago it was a strong warrior woman named Kara.

I am told the tolling is quite the irritation, so I hope a quick recovery for you then.

Video, same filter.

[theresalwayshope]

Yeah, it's...pretty miserable. So if there's another incident while we're paired up? Don't hesitate to call on me. If you haven't died here yet? There's no reason you need to.

[She speaks with a gentle sort of pragmatism, sincere but not overly earnest. She's a hunter, he's in her care...She's going to protect him.

And she's also going to help him while she has him. He doesn't seem overly chatty to start, so she sticks with practicalities.]

Are you okay, after all that? [The concern in her haggard features is genuine as she peers into her feed.] No injuries, no problems...nothing you need? My friend are wardens, too, I can ask them to lend a hand until I'm up on my feet again.

[dinosize]

Is one of them the one that likes Batman?

[theresalwayshope]

I'm pretty sure lots of people like Batman. One of mine answers to 'Stiles' and thinks he's Batman.

audio

[mirrortouch]

[ She died? He has a vague memory of a hallway and a baseball bat, and he feels obligated to check in on her. ]

Allison, correct?

There was - certainly a Stiles who was looking for you. At the time.

audio

[theresalwayshope]

Stiles, yeah. He's one of my best friends. Someone was gonna kill him, so I had to...

[She trails off with a curious frown. Something about the voice is nagging at her...]

You guys meet during the, uhm...breach thing?

[PRIVATE]

[termofendearment]

....what the fuck happened?

[Please excuse him, he is doing his best to not get pissed. Which mostly translates to blandness and a hard expression. You're not allowed to die, Allison, that is one of the things you are NOT SUPPOSED TO DO and the fact that she's breathing again is about the only thing keeping him from actively freaking out.

He's calm okay. He's fine. This isn't a big deal he doesn't have any obligations to her and she doesn't have any to him. He has to take a deep breath because she's not Dawn and projecting is not useful. But he's fine.]

[PRIVATE]

[theresalwayshope]

One of my best friends was about to get killed...so I protected him.

[She has a little bit of experience with that hard, controlled face herself, though, and she's touched by his concern, so she's less casual and her tone gentler as she continues.]

I'm okay, Tig. I promise...it's just pain, it'll get better. What about you, are you okay after all that?