I shall never be forgiven all my faults

( Filtered to Helios Sprensonne and Frederic Chopin - 75% unhackable] )

[Broken Filter to Helios Sprensonne, Mizuno Ami, Archie Kennedy, and Alf]
Ami and I were talking[/Filter End], and we thought...

[Long, tense, horrified pause as Giles realizes that his filter just broke. He practically trips over his words when he speaks ]

...check that thought. If the four of you could just...let me know that you're, youre still here, I would greatly appreciate it. [Even though he knows that only three voices will be replying, he needs to know which three voices.]

Then we can move on to other matters with regards to our project.

( Filtered to the Residents of House 40 and House 50 - 75% unhackable] )

[...right. Now that all of that is out of the way, it's time to deal with more pressing matters this morning.

Chiefly...

The video feed turns on, showing the Battle Dome clinic ward. It turns until Giles' bedside table is shown. And the floor around it. And an unused bedside table from an empty bed.

Every flat surface for five feet is covered in bright flowers of all kinds. The effect is probably a little overwhelming, which is why Giles soon switches back to voice, sounding more than a little helpless and bewildered.]

Does anyone know what I might be able to do with a...truly exorbitant amount of flowers? And would anyone be willing to assist me in getting them there?

[A slightly bemused sigh.]

And to anyone who might have visited? I appreciate it, even if I wasn't quite aware enough at the time to say as much. But I assure you, I'm fine now. Hopefully, this will be the last time I find myself seriously injured for a good long while. And to think, I thought commandeering the manual would help me understand this place. I should have known better - computers can't be trusted.

Did I really miss the New Feather cycle? I'm sorry about that, everyone. S-Still...to all the New Feathers...well, welcome to Luceti. We're sorry to have you, but with any luck things will be far less difficult than they have been this past June. I would say that they couldn't get worse, but I know better, and I hope you do, as well. But, um [damn it, Giles, Paprika told you to cheer up a bit] really, June was an...anomaly, as far as horrible occurences goes. Really, under ordinary circumstances, it's quite nice around here. Lovely weather. Thankfully you arrived before winter hit. F-Feel free to ask any questions. I haven't been here very long, but I have friends who have been.

[Catch Giles around the village today. For a while, he'll be busy relocating the flowers out of the Battle Dome. Then a stop off at Seventh Heaven for real food. Finally, home again, home again. Giles will spend the rest of the day working on The Unnamed Boat.

He'll spend most of that night patrolling. He can't spend the rest of his time here jumping at the wrong shadows. With his recent encouter with Grell hanging over his head, it's gotten a little easier to shake off his fear of Angel.]

((ooc: The PMK crew can feel free to ignore the filter if they want - this is largely Giles' attempt not to walk into a house that's filled mostly with people he doesn't know. We can handwave the introductions if you want.))

[It's the afternoon of the seventh when Giles finally finds his voice again, enough to address the village at large. He still doesn't sound in any fit state when he finally sends the message out over the journal - there are several seconds of silence preceding it.]

For those of you who...weren't already informed...

[A pause, as Giles mentally prepares himself to take this leap, this final step. His voice is quiet, but steady, when he finally gets the words out.]

...Helios Sprensonne was killed in the fighting.

It...we lost him in the middle of the night on the fifth. S-So he, he should be back sometime on the twelfth, or the thirteenth. I, I would appreciate it if...those of you who know him would keep an eye out for his return. Frederic and I will do our best, of course, but...it's a big village, and...we've never done this before.

A-And if you don't know him, he...he has blond hair, and green eyes. About...mid thirties in age. He's a bit shorter than me, and he has a bit of an accent. Not sure how many of you know what "Romanian" is...just, just please help him if you see him. He's a bit of an absentminded fool, really...might need some help getting home.

...thank you.

( Locked to Residents of House 7 + Jack Sparrow )

( Locked to Frederic Francois Chopin )
[Floor five, room twenty two...home...is not an option right now, for reasons he understands even if those reasons only make everything harder. Even so, he'll really only venture into the village proper, armed only with his umbrella and a string bag, to pick up some food from Seventh Heaven for lunch and dinner. He still doesn't trust himself to work a stove or any sort of electrical appliance beyond a light switch or a shower, and without Frederic...

...without Frederic...

...Helios was taken from him, brutally ripped away by the teeth and fangs of monsters. But Frederic just...doesn't want him near, right now, and that hurts almost as much and maybe even more. Because Giles understands perfectly well, now that he's come down off the power and the bloodlust and the rage. He understands why the composer is leery of being around him. He knows that, when all is said and done, Frederic is the only one who can give him any kind of absolution for what he did that night and that his friend has no reason to give it.

He understands, but it makes getting through the day...the thought of getting through the week...almost impossible to bear.

Anyone who wants to find Giles will likely either encounter him on the way to or in Seventh Heaven. Otherwise, they'll find him at home or just generally in the vicinity of CH7 - most likely on the front steps and fidgeting anxiously with a lump of artist's clay the size of his fists. It took a few tries, but he managed to find an apartment that was unoccupied, on one of the higher floors. He can't bring himself to move any further. The area around this particular community building is an area he's familiar with even while blind, and on top of everything else he can't trust himself to

He'll take care to be high enough on the steps that he can take shelter under the building's canopy from the rain - dry clothes after coming home were the best feeling in the world and the greatest comfort after the long nightmare that was this draft, and he's not eager to experience rain again. Not even if that rain is just a light seasonal shower, nothing on the ferocious monsoon that marked their last day and night in the rain forest.

He seems shell shocked, shaken, exhausted, and overall like a man who has lost his best friend and waded through blood this past week and is trying to deal with it. There are bad moments, all day - moments where the wet, squelching sounds of bodies exploding ring in his ears. Moments where he feels as though he's choking on someone else's blood. Moments where he hears the howls of the Shift Hunters in the wind, and the light rainfall of the day becomes the sharp sting of the monsoon. Moment's where he fears he might not be able to lock up the part of him that smiled as his victims...and they were victims...died bloody, where he fears that this is who the people he loves will know him to be from now on.

Moments where he's glad to be alone so he can just break down and cry for the loss of his best friend, of the man he refuses to stop thinking of as his own beloved brother.

And there are some moments...the worst, strangest moments of all...where he's just glad that he wasn't one of the unfortunate few to die in that jungle. He's lived through death once. He can only hope, has only hoped, that even Luceti isn't cruel enough to make him live through it again until the end.

Thanks to the last of Helios' magic, he's unhurt at least.

His eyes, at least, have lost their black color.]


((ooc: If anyone notices - I am very sorry for the repost, I don't usually do that sort of thing. However, my entry wasn't showing up on my friend's list - seeing as how I have myself friended, I thought that was odd. I had been futzing around with the time settings, and I thought that might have knocked my journal entry down to a lower "time" past more entries than it had actually should have been when I posted. I'm reposting to see whether or not that is the reason why my entry wasn't showing up.

And, hey, turns out that it was! Teach me to mess around with technology I don't understand *derp*.

The moral of the story is that Lazarus doesn't fix everything. Every time I've tried to recover this entry with Lazarus, it's reset my changes to the time that knocked my entry off my friend's list listing in the first place. Soooo...sorry for the comm spam, guys!))