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Who: Yelena Belova
Username: jelica
Warnings: hallucinations, apocalyptic scenarios (please warn more specifically in the subject line if applicable.

[Yelena has never been what anyone would call a good patient. Even aside from the fact that she hates feeling vulnerable, she's never taken well to enforced idleness. She'd escaped medical the second she was able, but it will be a few weeks until she's up for her usual routine, which leaves her in need of something on which to focus her considerable energy.

Fortunately - or unfortunately - there's the flower-marked cellars they'd found in Dogtown the previous month, her investigation of which she'd had to cut shorter than she might have otherwise liked in order to join the excursion to Springfield, to distract her.]

For anyone who entered the cellars in Dogtown, what did you see? And where were you, as close as you can narrow down the location?

Did you explore more than one?

[Comparing apocalypse collections: the cheeriest possible topic of conversation.]

Threaded | Flat

Somebody else is not a great patient. Mostly because he spends the entire time he has to be anywhere near medical either shaking in terror, or completely catatonic.

He escaped sooner than Yelena did, despite arguably being just as damaged.

He doesn't reply via the network, since he's just across the apartment. Instead, he limps out of his room and leans on the wall, left arm still looking like he'd been picking awkwardly at the fried wires inside, to say, "It was the helicarriers. What I saw. What it would have looked like if Steve hadn't stopped them."

No preamble, just jumping right into answering her posted question.

It was a bunker of some sort. Disused. Decaying.

Malcolm describe bunker we saw. We fell together.

Outside bunker, Dogtown turn into Bristol Cove. Humans catch sirens, torture and murder them. Ocean water look strange. Smell different.

Then it go away.

You read news of fish off Gloucester shore? I think that is what happen to ocean in vision.

It was an old canning cellar.

There was busted jars bulging cans and
some stinky old canvas.

Only went into the one.

[He's not yet sure he wants to talk about what came after. It's still a sore spot.]

In person

Text; un: bright

voice

text: @milton