Requiem æternam dona eis

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[There is a large funeral pyre on the Plane. It is large enough to hold over a hundred bodies. The pyre is edged in a thick wall of stone to contain the fire. There are a handful of devices embeded into the stonework to contain the fire and the heat. There is also a transmat in the pyre.]

[In a moment, all the bodies from the onsen still there are transmatted onto the pyre. They're under the canvas, so no one has to see the gruesome sight.]

I should say something then, shouldn't I? [Benny is awkwardly quiet for a moment, not really sure how to proceed. If only they were enemies, they could send them off in some grand Martian manner. Oh well. She looks to Brax, and then back to the pyre again, clearing her throat and starting again] Right, well we're gathered here today-- [she stops short, making a face] Oh, that's weddings, isn't it? Bullocks. [she fidgets, looking to Brax again, before taking another deep breath and trying again] I can't say I knew anyone I saw in that room. A few looked familiar, but in the face of it all, I really can't say I could distinguish one from the other. I don't know what kind of people they were, but regardless, they deserved better than that display. [another pause, and she turns to Brax] Oh, I'm rubbish at this. Can't you say anything?

[Braxiatel, in funeral greys, shakes his head. His voice is quiet.] Not unless you want the funeral rites for a fallen Martian warrior. Or, Heavens forfend, one of my own kind. [He places a hand of support on Benny's shoulder.] This isn't for grieving friends and family, Benny. This is for them and for you.

For me? [she pauses at that, and almost protests, but stops short] Right, well maybe just a moment of silence then. I know if it were me, I'd want to tell myself to shut up about now, too. [she looks to the pyre, and then back to Brax] Do we light it now?

[Braxiatel hands Benny a lit torch.] Just put it to the pyre. The stone is programmed to guide the flame.

[Benny stares at the torch before taking it. She approaches the pyre, hesitating once more as she stares it, before finally putting it to the pyre and watching it all burst into flames. She doesn't back away right away, but finally she backs away, returning the torch to Brax]

[Braxiatel accepts the torch, then blows it out. Silent, he reaches out to hold Benny's hand and watch the pyre burn.]

[and Benny in turn takes Brax's hand, her eyes never leaving the pyre]


{ooc; after this post.}

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[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon didn't want to see that pile of corpses ever again, but here they are! And burning, no less. The canvas helps, of course, but it's really not hard to guess what's underneath, and he feels a bit ill. He stays and watches, though, just as he stayed in that room.]

[collector]

Damon. [Braxiatel's voice only barely breaks the silence.] It's good to see you again. [Gently, he squeezes Benny's hand. He's caught between letting her have her peace and encouraging her to be happy, and when an option allows for meddling, Braxiatel will almost definitely take it.] Benny, have you met Damon? He's one of my people, a technician. I'm sure he could have done a better job with this transmat system than I did.

[ooc; thread order of Damon --> Brax --> Benny?]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she puts on a tight smile] We met briefly. This place is absolutely swarming with you lot, isn't it?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Robespierre approaches the pyre, bowing his head before simply reciting a psalm for the dead}

"Be at rest once more, O my soul,
for the Lord has been good to you.

For you, O Lord, have delivered my soul from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling,

that I may walk before the Lord
in the land of the living--"

[collector]

[Braxiatel recognizes the psalm. He inclines his head to Robespierre]

Thank you, Monsieur.

[ooc: tagging order of Robespierre --> Brax ---> Benny?]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

See, I'm rubbish. That is what was needed.

[Benny half suspects Brax might have even been aware a French man with a penchant for knowing how to do these things was lurking somewhere nearby]

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino has a fairly good idea of what's going on here. He watches the pyre with an almost relieved look on his face.]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Benny notices Dino but isn't sure if she should speak up or not. Finally she decides she should at least acknowledge Dino]

It's all cleaned up in there at least, as far as I know. Are you okay?

[collector]

The blood isn't spreading any longer, anyway. Hopefully, we won't see any more of it for a while.

[ooc: :|b]

[lamb_of_gold]

It seems there were others with the same notion, then.

[collector]

"I hold with those who favour fire." It's the best we could give them, I'm afraid.

[ooc: tagging order of Mu-->Brax-->Benny?]

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor is taking a leaf out of the Master's book, and dressing for the occasion. Not that he doesn't normally wear a lot of black, but that's beside the point. He's watching Benny and Brax the funeral from a distance, hoping nobody will spot him. Which obviously means they should, or he will stand there and brood all day.]

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[Bad Nine, don't act like the Master.

Sadly, Benny is quite focused on the bonfire pyre, so she doesn't notice you there, Doctor]

[not-theman-iwas.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well. Hello. Three hadn't thought of this, not really, and she supposes she ought to have. But she's wearing a black overcoat, and that's about right, at least.]

[collector]

Must all of you lurk in the shadows before speaking to us? What a terrible thing to keep consistent across your faces. Come here to meet a possible future, Doctor.

[ooc: TAGGING ORDER AND THINGS. THREEBRAXBENNY.]

[IT IS SLURRED SO IT MUST BE A SHIP NOW.]

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[for a moment, Barbara watches from a distance, her face weary and grim; finally, she rolls herself forwards, towards the flames

quietly] I know some funeral rites, but I don't know which would be appropriate.

[collector]

We're as lost as you are, Barbara. Whatever you think would best put this to rest.

[ooc: I keep forgetting this, go me! Babs-->Brax-->Benny?]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus watches solemnly from the shadows, before slipping his wand from his sleeve and approaching]

I know rites...for people who fell in battle.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she looks over and there's a ghost of a smile there]

Death rites for those who fall in battle are always especially grand. Martians have absolutely gorgeous rituals for the occasion.

[behindhiswords.livejournal.com]

[Merlin wants to be helpful and so he approaches.] You could bury the ashes. Uhm, sometimes that helps.

[collector]

Thank you, Merlin. Actually, this pyre is designed to turn the ashes into a work of art. It's a tradition, where the technology comes from.

[oliverplus]

[Oliver walks up behind them quietly. he is dressed, for once, in a suit--very unusual for him. he opens his mouth to say something, stops, and just stands awkwardly for a moment, not sure what to do. finally, he tries again, speaking softly. it seems too solemn an occasion to interrupt with anything louder] Thanks for doing this.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she gives Oliver a tight smile] It's not something that often happens around here, I'm hoping.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie is dressed in his great kilt, plaid fastened in place at his shoulder with a silver brooch. There are a set of bagpipes tucked under one arm. He makes his way over to where the others are.] I could play for them, if ye like.

[collector]

[Braxiatel glances over at Bernice.] I can think of few more suiting honours. Benny?

[ooc; Jamie--->Brax--->Benny order?]