paradisalost | • 018

[The cemetery, now that it's nearing the end of the festivities, looks a little different. Decorative throw pillows, if you didn't leave any customary ones for your dearly departed, have been provided for all of the graves, sitting neatly near the flowers and other decorations and offerings. A table has been placed next to the entrance, an imitation of the more personal shrines, should people wish to make any more grand gestures before the evening is through.

The cemetery itself, in a blank spot has a large spread out picnic blanket and a battery run boom box, playing slightly uplifting music to fill up the background, a few baskets are next to it, for people to enjoy food and drink and dancing for a few hours, before the dead are compelled to come sit on their graves]

[[ooc: forward dated to midnight. pretty much a mass post for people to use to speak to their friends, celebrate with others. A special performance will close out the night, and thread jacking is encouraged! Edit the tags to include your character, as you tag into the post ♥]

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I ... [he's quiet for a moment] I suppose I had simply assumed that both he and Tex had their AIs taken by him. A poor assumption, I'm guessing...?

[His voice is gentle, but not particularly depressed.]

Epsilon was unstable. When they put him into a host, he self-terminated.

That's why Wash is kinda crazy sometimes.

[Five's hand flies up to his mouth of its own accord, even though he knows this isn't supposed to be a day for sorrow. the thought of it is still horrible, and his hearts break as he watches the AI and the little blue ghost]

Oh...!

Yeah. But here he is, you know? Castle counts him as much of a person as anyone else.

[somehow, York knew just what to say to bring the smile back to the Doctor's face]

Which is as it should be. [and to demonstrate his point, there's the ghost of a human-sized robot ambling over, red eyes glowing softly in the evening light]

Well, hullo, Kamelion...!

[York laughs and waves to the somewhat nonresponsive robot ghost.]

Friend of yours?

A dear companion, yes. He wasn't with us too long, poor fellow ... the Master got the better of him, corrupted his programming, and I ...

[well, it was a mercy killing.]

He asked me to. It was a sacrifice, really. To help us all escape. If it weren't for him, I'd be buried in lava. Certainly not here.

[he's trying to put a good spin on it! is it working? maybe.] He was remarkable, you know. He could project a hologram around himself to look like anyone he pleased.

[York nods and gives a quick salute to the robot.]

Understand that well enough.

Good to see him again?

Quite, really. He was singing, earlier... the song he was playing when I first met him. [laughs at the memory]

Though, at the time, I thought he was King John of England...!

[He chuckles.]

Very useful, that. And, well. It's good that we remember them.

Sometimes it's too easy to forget.

Out of sight, out of mind, yes ... sometimes I even forget who I was.

[now, THAT was a head-trip - looking in the mirror and seeing his other faces floating over his own.... thanks, Paradisa]

Do you think we'll keep the shrines, come midnight?

Hm, now there's a thought. But if we don't? There's no reason we can't rebuild them again, simply to remind ourselves.

...I think I will. Maybe not the candy skulls, but.

[He nods over at the little hologram.]

I think that would be lovely. May I store a copy in the TARDIS databanks, as well? So she'll be able to know who Carolina was, as well?

[...He's more touched by that than he can say, really. So it takes him a moment to respond.]

Yeah. Yeah, of course you can. I'll give you everything of hers I got.

Thank you, York.

[pause] I met another friend of yours, today. Kat Noble....?

Noble-Two? [He nods.] Yeah, she's a Spartan rather than a Freelancer - a real Spartan. They're the real heroes of the war.

You must look up to her very much, then, I'd wager.

Yeah. If we got a Spartan, there's nothing this castle can throw at us we can't handle.

Oh! [MOCK OFFENSE, YORK. SO MUCH MOCK OFFENSE]

Well! I certainly see how I rate, now!

[York laughs and gives him a light slap on the shoulder.]

Doctor, if there's gunfire, you can sure as hell believe I'd want her out there before you.

[he makes a little face and rubs at the space between his hearts - never mind that he's felt a little funny with all this world-crossing and spirit-manifesting, all day, anyway - the thought of getting shot isn't a pleasant one]

Alright, I suppose I can give you that one.