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[Over the past few days, York's been trying to keep calm. Kat's name had disappeared from the room she and Noble-Six had shared, and he's scoured the floors at least three or four times and made several filtered entries to her. Wash was being unresponsive as well--his nameplate was still there, thank God--but even York couldn't pick the lock. So today he's pounding on the door in the third floor hallway. Naturally, he doesn't seem to notice or care that his journal has opened.]

God dammit Wash, open up or I'll break the damn door down!

[UNSC filter, sans Maine]

Please tell me you're all still here. We're down at least two, maybe three.

[/UNSC]

[Doctors]

Uh, you guys are still here, right? Please say you are. [Even if you're Muppets.]

[/Doctors]

((ooc: Open in person or over the journal. Probably not the best time for kissing unless you're one of the predetermined ones who will punch York in the face for trying.))

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Always a good sign.

[Then a very long silence, until Rook's voice finally came across the journal once more. This time a lot more quieter, and keeping to a more neutral level to hide whatever emotion he may have been feeling at the moment.]

... You positive?

Checked every nameplate in the castle five times. Looked out at the hangar and the Danger Room and in town.

[Not that he's bitter or anything. She'd just told him she was finally thinking of this place as home.]

[There's a sigh, sounding somewhat defeated, and although he knew York was telling the truth, Rookie still had every intention of wandering around to check and see for himself. Mostly to confirm the information as something solid, and simply because... well, he kind of felt like he had to.

But he wasn't going to do that right now. Right now, he'll just slump against the wall he was currently standing besides and take a moment to think.]

Damn it. I knew she was being too quiet.

To be fair, she was a cat until last week. Hard to be talkative.

[He would not blame the Rookie at all if he did go take a look.]

Yeah, I guess that's true.

[There's a faint flicker of amusement in response, but one that was kind of lacking in enthusiasm. He was still trying to sort out his thoughts, and although he's had people go home on him before, for some reason he still didn't expect that the Spartan would end up being one of them.

But he'll sigh one more time, before shaking his head. He'll just have to deal with that later.]

Who else are we missing? Besides Washington and the Lieutenant Commander.

Wash's name is here, his goddamn door just won't open.

[And he pauses a little. Maybe if he didn't say it, it wouldn't be true, but--]

--And Tex.

I know. [Slight pause.] Is it a normal door or is the castle fucking with it?

[Because Rookie would totally be willing to waste one of his hand grenades, if needed be. Since, you know, what better way to deal with a bothersome door than blowing it up?

But Tex's name does get him to momentarily fall quiet again, eying the book. 'Cause man, that's rough.]

... Nameplate too?

[His thoughts exactly, because--] Plasma grenade didn't leave a scratch. I'm guessing castle.

...Yeah. [He noticed it right away, because, well. She'd shared his room....]

Sure sounds like the castle. A regular door wouldn't stand a chance against one of those.

[Then he's just going to do what he does best and fall silent once more. Partially because he was frustrated that this place was doing this now, but also because Rookie wasn't able to think of a proper way to respond to that besides 'I'm sorry'.

Which, for some reason, just didn't feel like the right thing to say.]

Yeah.

[He grows quieter, too, though it's more because he's frustrated and upset. He should expect this by now, shouldn't he? Everyone always leaves him.]

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