Rooms

[Clem didn't remember a thing between the house and the prison. Heck, she didn't even realize it was a prison until she woke up in a lower bunk, looking at bars. She had to blink a few times to be sure they were bars, and she hadn't spent any time in jail during her life, but this was definitely a prison cell. She considered sitting up, but she had a feeling that would hurt worse than lying still, so she decided to work her way up to moving. For the time being, she looked on down at her body, which she expected to be broken in near a thousand pieces. But nothing looked broke, and she wiggled everything from ankles up to her shoulders, looking for breaks that weren't there. Just bruising, then, and that made her feel a little better about the world.

With that covered, she finally let herself concentrate on the real important thing: Had she imagined the damn zombies?

In the end, she decided no, and she didn't like that decision in the slightest bit. She was reared on crinoline and ballrooms. Somehow, she didn't think there would be a lot of that during the zombie apocalypse. She dragged a hand along her forehead, and her fingers came away clean, which meant someone had fixed her up some. And it took some work, but she forced herself to sitting with a groan; she wasn't about to lie around if it meant becoming some rotting thing's snack.

She tried to call out, but it wasn't a whole lot more that a scratchy whisper.] Graham?

[Locked to Selina K]
Kitty i need ya to help me. i wanna leave but mr j's got the babies n i don't know what to do

[Locked: Batfam +]

Checking in.

(in loopy handwriting and dark purple ink)

Dear Princess Celestia,

Many strange things are happening here in Ponyville. A magical journal has shown up on my desk and from what I can tell, people are able to talk to each other across great distances. Other than having magical properties, I haven’t been able to see anything otherwise unusual about it. I write here in hopes that you have one too, or maybe any other pony who might get this message to you.

I haven’t seen Spike or any of my other Ponyville friends today, but other than that, everything seems to be normal. I’m hopeful they’ll show up sooner or later. One thing I have learned is that true friendship can never keep close ponies apart! Still, I hope everything and everypony in Canterlot is okay and I look forward to your next letter.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

[Tess was something of a wreck. Sleep didn’t come easily, not in this awful place, and her waking moments were always filled with nervousness and dread. She couldn’t relax there, even if it was the safest place they knew of. It was still a prison, and there were still those undead things outside. Relaxing was something her brain refused to let her do, not when the idea of it being eaten was still on the list of possibilities.

Still, relax was what she tried to make do, at least for that moment. Right before they left. No sense in getting tense when she would be in that state once they were out in the open. She and Shane were meant to go out on supply run and she flipped through the journal she had, reading the pages and occasionally writing to people, as she waited for him. She was seated on the bike when she heard for footsteps, the sound making her start a little and reach for the gun that had been resting at her side. She settling back down when she was it was her brother. ] You ready?

Who: Belle and the Beast
What: Introductions
Where: The Beast's Castle
When: Now?
Warnings/Rating: Safe, I have no doubt.

Curled in a patch of spring sunlight in the silent garden just inside the tall walls of his castle, the Beast was dreaming. The chill of winter remained in the air as it came down the slopes of the mountains, and the lingering cold twisted and condensed into tendrils of fog that curtained the crumbling castle at their foot, but that day sunlight managed to filter through the low-hanging gray clouds and linger on the frozen ground and dormant roses.

The Beast had found the patch of sunlight after a temper had uprooted him from his tower and sent him prowling about his small territory, looking for something to tear. He had not changed from his horrible amalgamation form in months, and he was beginning to realize that the phase of unpredictable changing was finished. Torn between relief that he would not suddenly come to himself again with his mouth full of feathers or his feet dangling from the rafters, and rage that his temporary human form was again lost to him, the Beast destroyed everything his claws could reach and then went looking for more.

Fortunately, the invisible servants knew when to make themselves scarce, and eventually he spent his rage, and found himself again lonely and tired in the old garden. His various mismatched parts ached, and the wolf's muzzle couldn't reach the striped horse's haunches, so he lay down and set the massive set of grubby gray wings over the bear's concave chest.

In his dream, the Beast was remembering when he was not the Beast at all. He was talking to his older brother, responsible golden bastard that he was, muttering in his sleep and twitching like a barn cat.

I feel like doing hard drugs would possibly less traumatic than this hotel.

Who: Daniel Webster
What: Daniel settles in.
Where: Alice's London
When: Back then, you know. Which is technically now, there.
Warnings/Rating: No warnings. Tame.

( Daniel didn't really want to survive in this new place, this old, filthy London. )