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The Milliways portal door is a capricious, fickle thing. It had opened for Gordon earlier when he'd tripped over the charred, blackened remains of a lurking zombie while firing a sawblade into its still-mobile companion. Then it'd gone and opened again, back to Ravenholm, just as he was leaning forward to check and see whether the zombie that'd loomed over him before had gone.
The blade had flown true and eradicated the zombie threat, but in the moonlight that trickled through the cracks in the boarded-up window and badly patched roof, Gordon could see he still wasn't alone...
The blade had flown true and eradicated the zombie threat, but in the moonlight that trickled through the cracks in the boarded-up window and badly patched roof, Gordon could see he still wasn't alone...
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Date: 2008-07-29 02:56 pm (UTC)With a wet snuffling noise it turns in Dinah's direction and tears one of the black headcrabs loose from its torso.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:04 pm (UTC)But not fast enough. The bar misses entirely amnd the crab lands on Dinah's upper arm. She inhales sharply through her teeth, drops the crowbar and yanks the crab off to throw it away.
She doesn't need a helpful voice to tell her about neurotoxins, though. She crumples to the floor, gasping in pain.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:23 pm (UTC)Gordon hasn't got the time to run over and check her yet- the zombie's pulling another crab free. Thankfully, Father Grigori has excellent taste in shotguns; this one holds six shells at a time.
Plus it fires two shells at a time if Gordon pulls the appropriate trigger. Which is good, because that purple-and-black son of a bitch takes no less than three direct hits before it staggers and plummets to the ground, facecrab first.
It might be Gordon's imagination, but it sounded like the thing chuckled right before it died.
Now he runs over to Dinah's side. "Can you hear me?" he asks, and reaches to her neck to see if she still has a pulse.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:41 pm (UTC)When he speaks to her, she gives a shallow nod and tries to move - to get up.
Her entire body feels like it's peeling away from her bones, but they've got to keep moving.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:46 pm (UTC)"Stay where you are."
Gordon's not known for being gentle, but he knows exactly what this feels like, and he wouldn't wish it on anyone. They can afford a few moments' delay for him to pick Dinah up, assuming Father Grigori left any of the healing solutions in the building. If he didn't-
-he'll think about that later. He's got to get her inside first.
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:39 pm (UTC)"'M fine."
She's really not.
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Date: 2008-07-29 05:49 pm (UTC)If he has to get out of his suit to put her in it for an antidote-
Oh, thank the pitiless and impersonal forces of chance and entropy, Father Grigori did leave a couple of medkits in here, under the stairs. Gordon quails a little at the thought of having to make it up three floors' worth of stairs to get to the roof, but he needn't have worried- there's an old cargo elevator on the opposite wall. "Okay," he says, cracking open the first white box. "Dinah, I need you to swallow this stuff for me. It's nasty, but it saved my skin more times than I can count. Keep going until there's no more left."
He hands her the first green cylinder, its top already pried off, and starts jamming the elevator button with his thumb as if repeated punchings could make it go faster.
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Date: 2008-07-29 06:08 pm (UTC)Gasping, she takes a couple of sips, then downs the rest at increasingly fast speed.
When it's gone, she's coughing in distaste.
"That is nasty."
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Date: 2008-07-29 06:36 pm (UTC)Well, that and the elevator's arrived. He'll help her in if need be.
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Date: 2008-07-30 07:59 am (UTC)"I do not like those crab things."
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Date: 2008-07-30 01:41 pm (UTC)Dinah blanches, mostly because the lurching of the elevator doesn't feel so hot right now.
"Stuck for food?"
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Date: 2008-07-30 01:52 pm (UTC)As the elevator arrives at the roof he adds, "Tastes like raisins."
Outside the clouds have drifted over the moon. The church is lit up by spotlights; Father Grigori is standing next to a generator. He calls up to them, "Ah, there you are! At last! I will send the cart for you both."
As the device lurches into life and begins to make its painfully slow way along the cables, a nearby drainpipe- you know, the kind that runs from the roof to the ground three or four stories below- rattles ominously.
"It will be but a moment!" Father Grigori calls. "Guard yourselves well!"
Gordon very briefly looks as if he would like to swear. Instead he says to Dinah, "I'll hold them off. Get ready to jump in the second it arrives."
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Date: 2008-07-30 02:20 pm (UTC)She's not at 100%, but she can still fight.
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Date: 2008-07-30 02:33 pm (UTC)He glances up to the rooftops as a distant zombie howls.
"That cart better be almost here."
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Date: 2008-07-30 02:38 pm (UTC)She does so when they arrive by kicking the one zombie at the other to make them both fall.
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Date: 2008-07-30 02:44 pm (UTC)The skinless things, for all their speed and unnerving grace, really aren't very well balanced. A good shotgun butt to the head would probably knock them down. A properly trained foot, now, that's something else. Those two zombies will be hitting the cobblestones hard enough to break things...
There's a creak and a thump, and Father Grigori calls out, "Now, brother step into the cart! The handbrake- release it, and come down!"
Gordon glances at Dinah and makes a 'ladies first' gesture. It's motivated more by the sight of the headcrab bite on her arm than any particular gender chivalry, for whatever that's worth.
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Date: 2008-07-30 02:58 pm (UTC)After stepping into the cart she leans against the side, one hand resting on her stomach.
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:06 pm (UTC)The ride back is a little faster than the ride over had been, and ends with the cart jarring to a halt just over an impromptu staircase made of cargo crates. Father Grigori sets his gun aside and steps up to offer a hand down. "Greetings to the both of you!" the priest says. "And so we meet at last. You have done well, the both of you."
"My companion's been bitten," Gordon says, indicating Dinah with a jerk of his head. "Any chance you've got medical supplies on hand?"
"But of course," says Father Grigori, who's squinting a little. "Sister, this way, if you will. I have seen to such injuries before."
He indicates the door of the church. Gordon offers an inobtrusive arm if she needs it.
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:13 pm (UTC)She has a lot of questions, but no idea if they'd mark her out as an offworlder or not, so she doesn't ask them.
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:22 pm (UTC)The church itself's been emptied of most of its seating. Not gutted, as that would imply things being torn off the walls and generally ripped apart. It still bears more than a few of the flourishes that mark Eastern Orthodox churches: the intricate metalwork altar screen covered in icons, the wall about halfway down the center aisle with symbolic doors in either side, the stained-glass windows through which the moon is just beginning to shine again...
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:23 pm (UTC)Someone give Gordon something to drink, because he looks like he's about to do a spit-take.
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Date: 2008-07-30 03:33 pm (UTC)It doesn't settle her stomach, but once she'sstarted she just carries on giggling.
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