Second Life -- Welcome to Fairplay [Stage 1]

[cityship]

It had been the usual mission briefing, not that any of them remembered it. The crew knew they were gone and had no idea when they'd be back, and likely wouldn't attempt rescue for quite some time, especially with Stacy considering the mission "ongoing."

They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.

It was home. It had always been home.

Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.

[ooc: Read this before tagging.]

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[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

"Everyone has their own trials to overcome in their lifetime," Carl said solemnly. "I know you. You're strong enough to live through this."

[governorkang]

"Yeah. Things'll make a turn for the better soon. I can't give up hope."

Kang clapped a hand on Carl's shoulder warmly, "Thank you for listening, Father. It means more than you'll ever know."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

"It's my job," Carl said with a smile. "I'm there for those who need me."

He places his empty tumbler on the counter, along with his tab.

"Now, my friend," he says, standing up. "If you'll excuse me, I ought to head back to the church. I'm sure Damon's already gotten himself worked up over my absence."

"Come along, Siggy," he says to the seeing eye dog lying on the floor, who stands up, nuzzling Carl's hand so he can find the handle to the harness.

As he made his way to the door, he paused, and turned back to Kang for a moment.

"Merry Christmas, Kang," he said. "Give Felicia my best."

[governorkang]

Kang smiled and raised his beer towards Carl, despite knowing that the priest couldn't see it, "And you do a damn good job at it. Merry Christmas to you, too."