Marsh your FACE is a trigger warning

[myironeyes]

[Public, text]

First. Everyone should stock non-perishable food and water. More than you need. And carry some on you, if you can. Those who remained themselves kept possesions on their person when they switched over last time. I will prepare small packs for anyone who would like one. Volunteers who wish to do the same may meet me in the kitchen after the end of dinner shift.

Second. Medicines, if you need them. Can the infirmary provide small amounts of disinfectants for everyone? I will make up suture kits, and if anyone does not know how to sew, I can teach you. It isn't difficult.

Third. Everyone should arrange signals with those they trust, so those who have not been remade can recognize each other without being revealed. We should also share anything that might help those from this reality gain our confidence and cooperation if we are changed - many there would have overthrown it if they could.

Fourth. For those of you who don't know, this -

[A two-second burst of video; his face, the spikes, a momentary gesture]

- was to make me the monstrous servant of an evil god. I am very, very difficult to kill and very easy to psychically control. Some of you will remember that I was used there to brutal effect. Anyone with pyschic abilities or superhuman speed who is willing to kill me if necessary - it almost certainly will be - should let me know now, so I can tell you how to do it properly.

Lastly. Ryan Hardy is no longer on the barge. He had a German Shepherd named Mike. Someone should adopt him.



[Private to Vin]

Do you want atium?



[Filtered to Iris, Jean, Ned, Cassel, and Nathan]

I can't decide if I should stay.

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[myironeyes]

I'll bring them.

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[indispensible]

Should we meet in the gardens?

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[myironeyes]

[A nod. It's nice, having a reason to linger there when there is so much to do and no knowledge of whether it will matter.]

Give me a few minutes to gather his things.

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[indispensible]

Yes.

I'll be there.

[And she is, doing that thing that Mistborn do in flowers, which is gaze around with starry eyes.]

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[myironeyes]

[In the weeks Marsh has been doing his best with Mike, he has taught the half-grown Shepherd not to romp in flowerbeds, so he moderates his usual exuberance in favor of scrabbling hastily along the pathways to lick Vin's hand. Marsh follows more sedately.]

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[indispensible]

[Vin didn't realize she was a dog person until Stark made her a dog. Before that, she didn't have the kind of luxury that allowed her to be one. Now, she feels a quiet, satisfied warmth under her ribs when the pup's warm tongue does a thorough job of cleaning between her fingers. She tugs on his ears until he stills, wondering what Stark will think of him.]

[The look she gives Marsh says a number of things. One of them is certainly a thank you. Everything else is more complicated.]

What does Mike mean? Does it have a meaning?

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[myironeyes]

It was the name of his friend.

I don't know if it meant something else too.

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[indispensible]

It's a good name anyway. Even if it doesn't. [Short and curt, a rough sound.] Like ours.

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[myironeyes]

[He manages, by way of goodbye, to give Mike a brief scratch on the ears. He's sorry he brought Mike here only to pass him along, but saying sorry to a dog would be weird. And Vin will care for him well.]

I'm glad he'll be with you.