[October debriefing post!]

[julienned]

[Over the dulcet tones of the Barney wearing sentinel singing about how it hates them  even more now that they crushed everything twice, we have a bunch of very sorry mutants who perhaps shouldn't have drunk half as much as they did.  This does not stop Julian doing as he planned, even if he too looks like he really should have drunk less.]

All right, everyone sit down, shut up and try not to throw up on each other.  You need to pay attention to this.

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[romeowned]

I get it. I'll wait.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Though we have a plan.

[romeowned]

I'm sure you do.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

We don't leave one of us behind.

[romeowned]

[golly this talk is sounding like it'll be more and more fun]

I know that.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Good.

[romeowned]

[and now I must brood quietly until I get some answers]

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

[TIME ELAPSES. MEETING IS OVER.]

Come on. We're on.

[romeowned]

I'm ready.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Silo roof, two minutes.

[romeowned]

[great, the last talk up here was so cheerful]

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

...so what do you think happened to you?

[romeowned]

I... don't know, exactly. Something horrible. Everybody's so surprised to see me at first, and the way you all act around me isn't... it's strange.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

You're ... god, how do you even say this.

You die.

[romeowned]

[just. going to be pulling his knees up to his chest and mulling that over for a couple minutes]

That's...

I... how does it happen?

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Your wings get ripped off and you won't let us heal it.

Then you got shot. You were trying to tell us there was a Nimrod. We took it down, but...

[he gestures helplessly]

Still dead, you know?

[romeowned]

Jesus. I can't-- Even when I thought about it, I didn't think I'd--

[scrubbing at his face] Jesus.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That's why we didn't want to tell you.

[romeowned]

...

... It's my life, Julian, and you shouldn't have kept it from me this long.

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

It's your death. That wasn't who you were.

[romeowned]

It's still my future. You had no right to keep it a secret. None of you did. If I'm going to. End up dead, then...

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Don't blame them. I made that call.

[romeowned]

It wasn't your call to make!

[needsahandjob.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it is. If your knowing causes ... I don't know, a really crappy future, then that is my responsibility.

[romeowned]

[not trusting himself to even reply at the moment]