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[May 9th, Spam for Dillon and Morgana]

[The Barge shakes and trembles, and when she opens her eyes, tries to pick herself off the floor, she's still the same.

Well. Almost, because the one important difference makes itself painfully obvious as soon as she reaches out to grip her bookcase, planning on lifting herself up, only to feel the familiar tug of magic and stare, wide eyed and terrified as the entire thing ices over.

Her powers are back. Her powers are back, and they're strong, and the terror that grips her has nothing to do with being on another Barge, with finding out what exactly that's going to mean, or anything else.

Her powers are back, and she still has no idea how to control them.]

Dillon! [She shrieks before remembering what everyone had said, what Morgana had warned her about. There's a very good chance her warden won't be the man she knows at all, and she clamps her hands over her mouth, as if that's going to take back what she'd said.

It takes several minutes, but somehow, she manages to get her gloves on and creep into the hallway. Ice fans out under her feet, but it's subtle, almost unnoticeable, and she doesn't know what she's doing or where she thinks she's going, but she needs help, needs someone who's going to be able to fix this, and she thinks of Morgana, how the other inmate is more likely to be a kinder version of herself or the same woman she's gotten to know on the real ship.

Maybe she can help now.]

[May 10th, Spam for Scorpius]

[Choking back panic is not an uncommon state for her to be in, but in the past, the fear has been fleeting, swept aside by guilt and desperation and depression and loneliness and in one glorious instant by complete and utter joy, because she's been able to retreat and regroup and figure out how to move forward.

This is different. This is a constant, strangling terror that threatens to burst out at any moment, and if she lets it, she has no idea what's going to happen. None.

But she thinks maybe, maybe she can do this.

And then the ship crashes.

So she's already fraying at the edges, walking one of the hallways and trying to find someone, anyone, any familiar face or reassuring presence that can help anchor her here, keep her control from splintering further.

Or maybe she just needs to get back to her room.]

[May 10th through Event End, Open Spam]

[She's out of control.

It's all happening again, and she can't do anything to stop it. It's like trying to hold back a tidal wave with your bare hands, and it's so much easier - so much easier - to just give in, to just feel it rip out and spill over everything

The worst part is? It feels good.

But she's icing over the remains of the ship, and she knows people will hate her for it. Will be frightened and angry and murderous, and she can't be here when they come for her. She's afraid, she doesn't want to die again.

So she does the one thing she can: she runs.

Ice and snow follows her like a virus, spreading out over the terrain, blasting it bare and leaving a trail for anyone who wants to to follow.

They'll need to hurry, though. The radius is expanding rapidly, eating up the clear path and creating a wide expanse of quasi eternal winter.]

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[Legacy ends up in a sprawl, but she doesn't just stay down. She can't. She's not wired that way. She pushes herself up, and takes a look at what- or rather who, ran into her.

She eyes the downed woman, and thinks vaguely that she probably know her name. She hasn't touched this person yet, but still, she probably knows the name anyway. She just...has a lot on her mind. And in her mind. In a very literal sense.

Picking herself up, she walks through crunching grass to kneel beside the pale woman.]

Hey, if you're not too bad hurt, maybe throttle back the frost a bit, huh?

[Elsa doesn't even have the energy to shrink away when the other woman - Rogue, she realizes when she hears her voice - comes closer. Everything feels heavy and numb and distant, and her powers are still thundering out of her. She can't hold them in any more than she can hold in her sobs.

Rogue's asking her to do something impossible, and so she finally just shakes her head.]

I can't.

[Legacy considers that statement only for a moment. She'd told Winchester that she didn't want to be involved. Not to fight, not to help. But the main reason she hasn't already graduated with that kind of attitude is because she can only maintain it when she's alone. If she's faced with someone that needs help, she might think about walking away, but she won't. She can't.

She holds out her hand. It's glove covered all the way up to her shoulder, but over her palm is a cut out, so her skin is exposed.]

Gimme yer hand. Ah can help.

[Elsa remembers what Rogue said about her powers. That they had been dangerous once, but now she has more control, and she wonders if that's the same, now. She wonders if that should scare her, but it doesn't, really.

She just wants this to be over.

So Elsa hesitates only a brief moment before reaching out to take her hand, ready for whatever's going to happen if only because she doesn't care what happens.]

[Legacy's hand closes over the other woman's. It's cool to the touch, and that just makes sense. Her powers kick in only a moment later. The Barge had never restricted her abilities to use her powers, but her last Warden had stripped away her ability to control them.

But they weren't on that hell boat now, and she had full control. The transfer will feel strange to Elsa. Literally a sensation of loss, of some unknowable thing flowing out of her, into Legacy, through the one point of contact. But the snow and ice start losing their intensity at the same time. Legacy is literally taking off a level of Elsa's powers. They're not being stolen utterly, but their strength is dwindling.

After a few moments, the draining sensation stops, and Legacy looks up to meet Elsa's eyes. She even tries a little smile.]

Better?

[It's strange, like something that really is a part of her is being sapped away, but once she realizes the intensity of everything has died down, she relaxes and actually holds on to Rogue's hand, like the other woman's an anchor pulling her back down to Earth.

In a lot of ways, that's exactly what she is.

Elsa's almost disappointed when she stops before they're gone completely, but this feels more... familiar is probably the wrong word for it, because the struggling against a tidal wave of power is honestly the more familiar sensation than the muted sensation of her powers on the Barge, but this is comfortable. Manageable.

She lets out a relieved breath that might still sound a little like she's about to start sobbing.]

Thank you.

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