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Requiem æternam dona eis

[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]

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I'm fairly certain you've been estimated rather precisely.

[Welcome, sis.]

So can I ask, does this mean Brax is a woman in your time line as well? How does this other time line work precisely?

Oh, you know. One thing leads to another. Brax is still male, unless he's been hiding something from me. [Hrm hrm.

And now, to put off some of the inevitable questions: a subject change!] Did you find out anything from your tests, yet?

I'm always hiding something from you, Doctor. I see no reason why my counterpart would be any different.

[As Brax knows the answers to the question, he spares the Doctor by letting the subject change go ahead.] There's enough genetic variation that it's clear they aren't the same species, and most of the genetic code is unidentifiable. I'm still working on the, ah, 'mutation' is my current theory for the progress of the wings.

Do you mean they're individually different species, or they're a sort of amalgam of different species?

[Awww, Benny asked most of the interesting questions already. ._.] A natural or forced mutation?

To Benny's question: Both. To Thete's: I don't know yet.

[poor Doctor, Benny beat you~] They might just be something completely native to this place. The way those twins are, or that Shay person acted like he was.

[What, what. Attention hello.]

'Shay person'?

[...They never got around to introductions, okay.]

Mr Shay Aleksi Elonen. The blond with the smoking problem.

Shay Aleksi Elonen. It has a rather nice sound to it at least. But yes, what he said.

I suppose it does. [Of course, she's heard more impressive. Because she's the Doctor.]

Ah. And what did he tell you?

[He glances at Bernice, waiting on her answer]

He spoke about us as if we were completely different from him, and he said he was an immortal slave to whatever this place is serving.

Really?

[This is made of much interestingsauce and must be mulled over.]

He also suggested that the machine was in need of a controlling power.

He was very keen on that point, even had custom made sales pitches from what I could tell. At least it felt like it was custom made.

By feeding it, yes. I remember.

Mr Elonen is an excellent businessman. His sales-pitches are so custom-made that I think he may have even changed the product he was selling and not just how he packaged it.

[she actually laughs at that] That wouldn't sound like anyone we know.

`[Awww, so this is why she likes Benny.] No, of course it doesn't.

[MOVING ON!] Not that being God seems like a position anyone would particularly covet.

[yes it is~ and this is why Benny likes the Doctor. She leans a little closer to the Doctor, stage whispering so that Brax can hear] He does enjoy changing the topic when it hits too close to home, doesn't he?

[and she bounces back to her own personal space again, her voice back to normal] From the ones I met, deities and things that call themselves God do have a rather disturbing tendency of complete and utter prats, so I'm sure quite a few of them were rather keen for the position, all things being equal.

Though I've bumped across a few of them who proved the exception to the rule. [Usually it involved sacrifice of some sort. Or something. And a few sensible chaps who realized that being responsible for a large number of people would be more a bed of thorns than roses.

And now, hello, there is an extremely exaggerated mouthing of 'Oh, he's always been like that'.]

[He looks at them both for a moment, deliberating something. Then, with a nod to himself, he has decided.] Bernice. Do forgive me a moment. This is a lapse I wouldn't normally permit, but one must make sacrifices for family.

[and then he reaches out in order to take Thete in an armlock and give her a good solid noogie.]

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