i'm leaving you my last curse

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[notwitty]

Well, we're still getting Danny settled in Knightsbridge. It's been up and down. And I have a lot of supernatural contacts in Europe so we've been starting to build more of an interspecies network than the coven had before.

[Trying to keep what happened with Monroe from happening again.]

[telegraphs]

You love each other, you work with each other. That can get hairy. Find your own time in the thick of it, you'll be alright.

( Bonnie slides down to take a seat next to Dawn.

"I saw that, you got Damon'd. Don't take him personally. He's just an ass." )

[ooglyboogleys]

Oh, no, I think it was more the other way around and he got Dawn'd.

[If we're using names as verbs, that is.]

I didn't realize that the news about the Gilberts was top secret so I may have spilled the beans.

[moralitypolice]

( And then Bonnie realizes why the Salvatores are camped out in the kitchen.

Cut to Bonnie letting herself in, the door swinging behind her. ) In my defense, it happened suddenly and we were focusing on Elena and Jeremy. But, if you have any questions, I can answer them. We meant to loop you in.

[somanyadjectives]

What happened exactly?

[Because that's really what Stefan is concerned with.]

People don't usually spontaneously come back from the dead for good reasons. There's usually some kind of catch.

[moralitypolice]

There was.

( when they're all seated at the table off the kitchen, she starts. )

The Winchesters, Elena, and other hunters were after the next round of bodies. Every body, or bodies, has a failsafe. Hers ( Hernandez' ) was to bring back dead loved ones and to link them to her. If anything happened to her, she had - in this case, three bodies to choose from. Elena's parents and two other hunters, their son. That was the catch. Not them being alive again. Because, they are. All three are.

( "So, they're licking their wounds and a witch is an Untouchable." Damon says, unhelpfully. )

No, they discovered a loophole. If one of the people brought back - they had to be the one to - to kill her. And they were. And so, Elena and Jeremy have parents again. They're alive.

[somanyadjectives]

Wow.

[He takes all that in, trying to imagine how that must feel on Elena's end, given everything that happened after their death.]

That must have been a lot.

[moralitypolice]

I think it was harder because the other body brought back, Lucas, was the one that went. So, Elena and her parents and Jeremy had to wait. Right now, her biggest concerns are Thanksgiving. She's okay. She's taking it one day at a time. I'm sure she'll talk to both of you at some point.

( She pushes her chair back out. If they don't have anything else, she'll leave them in the kitchen.

Wanting air, she lets herself out onto the balcony to take in the sunset. She's been concerned about Elena for days, but she hasn't tried to carry that concern. And Caroline is there for her.

She does pull her phone out to text Caroline.

Let me know when you have eyes on Elena. Dawn spilled the beans and now Stefan and Damon are reeling. But, I think fine. Maybe we can all Facetime later?

Drive safe and don't read this if you're the one driving.

Hi, Ryan if you're the one to read this. Don't scroll up a few comments. )

[notwitty]

[Bonnie gets a thumbs up emoji in return, who sent it? The world may never know (probably Ryan).

Isaac excuses himself from Beck and goes out to join her on the balcony.]

Everything okay?

[He caught sight of the pow-wow in the kitchen.]

[moralitypolice]

( Don't scroll up, Ryan! That's girl talk!

Don't mind if she backs into him and burrows a bit as the breeze kicks up. )

Hey. ( She sighs. ) Dawn started a game of telephone and told the Salvatore's Elena's mom and dad are back. I was just... dealing with that.

[notwitty]

[He'll happily drape an arm around her as he glances down.]

Ah. I'm starting to remember why I avoided holiday dinners. For some reason, a bunch of secrets get spilled.

[Scarlett smirks as she joins them. "One would argue that's part of the fun."]

[moralitypolice]

( Bonnie smiles, looking back. Something occurs, something she hasn't had happen in years. She steps out of Isaac's arms and further left. Her mouth drops open, looking back at Scarlett and Isaac. )

I just got a really bad feeling.

[notwitty]

[Scarlett, for all her deceptive relaxation, has some of the cheer drop from her face. An omen from a witch is never a good sign. Isaac tenses, his brow furrowing. ]

What kind of bad feeling?

[Isaac is already ready to fight something.]

[moralitypolice]

Heat. Intense, loud, hot -- heat.

( AND... )

[prettyclothes]

[BOOM.

Were it not for the warning, Scarlett may not have been able to move as fast as she does. As it is, she's still thrown by the force of the blast as it slams into them from the center of the castle, pitching all three of them over the edge of the balcony. But it does allow her to do the math quickly enough to prioritize.

Isaac will heal. Bonnie will not.

She truly does try to grab them both. She snakes an arm around Bonnie's waist, pulling her close, and tries to grab for Isaac, but he slips out of her reach. So instead she shoves, positioning him as much over the nearby body of water as she can so he can have a (somewhat) softer landing.

Hopefully he knows the appropriate way to land in the water.

Then she tucks Bonnie into her and twists trying to gain as much footing as she can as she runs, but in the end, they still land in a heap on the grass outside the blast radius - just not a deadly one.

There may be a small snap. She hasn't determined yet if it was her heel (tragic) or her ankle (managable).]

[moralitypolice]

( Bonnie's bad feeling goes from bad to boom.

Everything happens in a snap's worth of time, it feels like. Had Scarlett pushed Isaac? And, she thinks, looking down at Scarlett's arm around her waist, held her and - she pops her head up, breath coming back to her lungs. They're on a patch of land down below, but not too far down.

She coughs from some of the debris, covering her mouth. She looks around them, before trying to yank herself out of Scarlett's arms, pulling herself, wobbly to her feet. He's not here. He didn't make it. )

Isaac!

( The sun has set and it's too dark to see where he landed - or could have. The moonlight isn't enough and a lot of the light that emanated from the castle seems to have been - blown? Away.

She whips around to Scarlett. Assessing. )

Are you okay?

[prettyclothes]

Well enough.

[She glances down, pulling off one heeled shoe that is definitely broken and she sighs, before shedding the other shoe as well. Then she pushes her feet, continuing to scan the area for signs of trouble.]

Whoever did this owes me a criminally expensive pair of shoes.

[And also better not have damaged her husband, or things will be getting much worse for them. But for now, perception checks, ladies.]

[moralitypolice]

( Only a vampire could go barefoot under siege, but Bonnie's seen it before. You work with what you have. )

I think Isaac can swim.

( But does she know? She has to get it together. )

Everyone is in danger. ( That explosion was concentrated inside the castle. (18) for a perception check as Bonnie scans around them. )

[prettyclothes]

[Isaac can, in fact, swim. Bonnie would remember him mentioning off-handedly that his father used to coach the swim team. So he will be fine.

It's everyone else that's in trouble.

Scarlett, the one with the actual night vision, is unfortunately distracted (9) by the buzzing of her phone in her trouser pocket. She immediately reaches for it before bringing it to her ear.]

Wesley? Are you alright?

[She steps away to have a brief conversation, while Bonnie is free to focus on the landscape around them.

The fading light does not make it easy to spot, but Bonnie's eyes are sharp enough - probably from all those years of dealing with supernatural shenanigans in the dark - that while her human eyes can't make out strong details, she does catch sight of dark shadows shaped like bodies moving through the trees, making their way closer.

Scarlett hangs up a minute later before coming back.]

Damon and Wesley are trapped in the wine cellar, but they're otherwise fine. Unfortunately that means they're the only two we can currently account for.

[That said, she follows Bonnie's eyes to the tree line.]

What is it?

[moralitypolice]

Bodies. ( It's her default setting lately, and she clarifies. ) People. Moving toward us.

( Fast.

They're on an open bluff so there's nowhere to hide if they're enemies. Which, she's bet on, since everyone was just blown up. )

Lapsus locorum..

( The ground between Bonnie, Scarlett and the approaching figures slicks over about twenty feet out, giving the appearance of a sheet of black ice. DEX saves, dark shadows. )

[patrols]

[BOOM.

Lindsay's instinct is always to throw herself in front of the danger, to protect her fiancé, because she's more durable than he is. So she does, putting herself between him and the blast but a bomb is a bomb and her body as a shield isn't going to do much.

What she can do is try to protect both their heads as they're thrown back into a wall, and to the ground. The rubble begins to come down around them, she hears before she feels the snap! of her arm breaking, and then she loses a little time.

She's not sure how much time, but she does come back to herself, eyes bleary as she tries to make sense of where they are.]

Beck?

[She tries to move her arm and there's a whimper of pain. Yep. Definitely broken. Among everything else that hurts.]

[telegraphs]

( They make it to the landing, at least, before chaos breaks lose.

Beck remembers nothing as his fiancee shields him as best she can.

He wakes up some time later. Soot, ash, and rubble cloud his view and lungs as he comes to. He's laid across Lindsay, almost like a ragdoll, but for the most part, he feels - sore. His entire body hurts but he can't feel any localized damage. Maybe a shoulder out of socket?

No, that's probably just the paid he took from his fiancee literally holding onto him.

His vision clears enough to see that there are no longer steps down, only open space and air and he pushes himself further up against the wall for safety, before pulling Lindsay closer to him. )

Linds. Linds.

( Her holds her close to him, looking above to make sure nothing else is going to come down. He rolls his stiff neck, lets out a few coughs and then looks down at Lindsay. He can finally address any... he lifts himself up so that he can sit back on his ankles. )

How bad is it?

[patrols]

Arm's definitely broken.

[Once he's moved, she pushes herself up into a sitting position so she can get a better look at her injured arm. It's the forearm that's broken, her hand tipping at an unfortunate angle. She cradles her arm back close to her chest as she looks around.]

Otherwise mostly just bumps and bruises. You?

[telegraphs]

( She's worked with less. He's worked with less. But, he doesn't like the look of it when she inspects her injury.

He stretches a leg out, checks in with his system. The pain. )

Just sore. Your definitely broken arm took the brunt of us. ( He sighs, looking out front. ) It. ( He frowns. ) Stairs're no longer.

[patrols]

I have a feeling there are a lot of things that are no longer.

[She takes a deep breath, scanning the rubble to see if there was a safe path to somewhere that's more solid ground. She tucks her broken arm into her chest, before peering forward.]

First thing first, we have to try and make it to solid ground. See if we can find anyone else.