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14 January 2010
The video opened up to Ocean adjusting it, the tip of her tongue sticking out. She hummed once the camera was steady and stepped back. “I think we're rolling.”
Misha, who had one arm in the sling, stepped into view and sat on the couch. The simple grey color scheme of the living room was a nice background compared to the colors of each member's clothing. Ricky wheeled into frame on the side of the couch next to Misha. Noel leaned over the back just as Constance hopped onto the cushion on Misha's other side. Ocean walked around to stand beside Noel, behind Constance. Penny appeared as well, sitting with her legs crossed in front of Misha.
There was a beat of everyone just staring at the camera. Constance turned around. “Ocean, are you going to start?”
“I– I've never had a blog before. I don't know what to say!”
“Say something,” Noel instructed through his teeth.
“Alright. Hello, I'm Ocean O'Co– I'm Ocean. These are my–” She looked around at the others. They all glanced at her when she paused. “–friends. These people are Noel, Misha, Ricky, Penny, and Constance.”
“What are you doing?” Misha asked.
“Introducing us.”
"It is very awkward.”
“I haven't spoken to a group in a while, alright?”
“Clearly.”
"This was your idea.”
“Then I will take over.” Misha smiled at the camera. “She's new.”
“Hey!”
He chuckled and motioned to everyone. “We're the former choir of St. Cassian's. You've probably heard of us if you live in Canada. We were on national television!”
“For being k– nearly killed by a rollercoaster,” Noel said with a smile.
"You say that like it was cool,” Ocean muttered.
"It was the most tragic thing that has happened to me, and it made us sorta famous. It was cool,” Noel said, nudging the ginger.
Misha grinned at them and then looked over at the camera again. “We have a lot of free time on our hands, because the school does not want us back for a semester. So, I proposed we make a blog. We will talk about our experiences and complain about this town.”
“We, of course, aren't going to give away our addresses or anything,” Constance budded in.
“We don't want to be stalked by strangers as a tiger stalks a peafowl,” Penny added. The others paused for a moment, glancing at her in confusion. Ricky smiled as though he was the only one who understood.
Mischa laughed it off. “Yeah, like that.”
“We aren't going to go into detail about the lawsuits, but rest assured, those are happening,” Ocean told the camera. She tried to stand up tall, but winced and leaned on the couch more. “But, other than that, we're open to sharing our experiences.”
“We want to leave behind a little bit of ourselves for others to learn from,” Condtance said. “Maybe we can be someone to relate to for some people out there. Inspiration for people who have also suffered a near-death experience.”
“This way, we don't fade away,” Noel chimed in. The others snickered.
“We're sort of like immortal jellyfish. Instead of dying, we've regenerated with a new life to live,” Penny said. She looked over at the others. “Immortal until proven mortal.”
Ricky hummed quietly, cocking his head in a sort of “the more you know” manner.
Noel laughed softly, looking down at her. “That was oddly wholesome.”
“Thank you.”
Ocean raised an eyebrow. “Why do you know so much of this kind of stuff?”
“So if you have any questions about us, our lives in Uranium, or the accident, ask us,” Misha said, moving past that jellyfish comment easily.
Ricky raised their hands, hesitating for a moment before signing a messy, ‘We look forward to your questions.’
Misha translated quickly, grinning at his friend.
Ricky added, ‘We can not wait to talk about death.’
Mischa translated again, and the others tensed up. He cleared his throat and looked at the camera. He stood up. “Yes, death too. You can ask about that. I think that is all we had to say right now.” Everyone nodded when he looked back to confirm. “Cool. We will start answers soon. Uhhh should we have outro?”
Constance shook her head. “We can figure one out later.”
“Cool.”
With that, Misha reached out, his good arm covering the camera before it shut off.
Noel's Mom
Meet my beloved Carolyn Irene Gruber. I'm horribly indecisive, so have three different sheets. Please ask me more questions about her. I wanna talk about her lore. Please.
Bonus facts:
Carolyn graduated just before she turned seventeen.
She was best friends with Ricky's parents in high school.
She hates Ocean's parents more than anyone.
She had a brother named Jaques, but he died.
She still keeps secrets for her ex husband, Pierre, even though he left a decade ago.
Ricky has a huge crush on her. Has since he was like five.
AWEGB? Ask blog?
Who wants to see an ask blog for the St. Cassian Chamber Choir in my fic Are We Ever Going Back?
No (awww...)
Yes, but I might not ask.
Yes, I want to ask you about all your nerd little headcanons and stories
Note: This would give y'all access to lore that may not come up in the story (at least for a while.)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: The receptionist blinked, looking at him in confusion. She was frozen, hand halfway to her coffee. “Um- Excuse me?” She abandoned her coffee and folded her hands in front of her keyboard. “Who are you?” “Louis Markus,” he told her, squeezing Martha’s hand firmly. “Father Markus at St. Cassian’s Catholic School. The students that were brought in last night. They’re mine.” “Father,” the receptionist repeated, frowning. She quickly pulled up something on her computer. “Are- Are you the grandparent of one of the students? I don’t-” “I’m their director,” he clarified. “A teacher at their school. They were under my care at the time of the accident. I have to see them-” “Louis,” Martha said calmly. She tugged his arm back as she turned to the receptionist. “Hi, Krista, is it?” The receptionist reflexively covered her nametag. “I’m sorry my husband seems a bit frantic. He’s the teacher of those students. He was up all of last night, worried sick about them. If you could let us-” “I’m sorry, nobody outside of immediate family is allowed to visit right now,” Krista said. She folded her hands again. “I wish I could do more.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Ocean’s body was screaming in agony. She couldn't think of one place that didn't hurt. Her arms were burning. Were they bleeding? Were they broken? Did she still have her hands? She couldn't move them. She was breathing naturally, but each breath made her lungs cry out. Was she being stabbed? Were her ribs killing her? What if blood was pouring internally? Was blood pouring externally? What tasted like metal? Why couldn't she breathe through her nose? She could hardly breathe. Her legs were numb. Her back was aching like crazy. Were her legs still there? Her head was pounding. Her brain was throbbing against her skull. Her neck ached. Was it broken? Was it straight? Was she bleeding?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: The last several hours had consisted of x-rays, exams, a hefty amount of drugs, and wishing he knew where his mother was. Noel wasn’t paying attention to everything they did and told him. He nodded along, trusting that they knew what they were doing. After hours of pain, numbness, agony, and anxiety, he'd been admitted to a room with Mischa and Ricky. He didn't know where the girls were. He could only hope they were okay. The left side of Noel's body was covered in bruises. A few of his ribs were, indeed, broken. No wonder they felt so tender. One of them had slipped. He’d gotten good local anesthetic for that. His back had been crying out pathetically. He could still feel the dull aches. Luckily, he was very heavily drugged up on painkillers. An IV dripped into his arm, pumping him full of relief and vitamins. This was far from the first bag today, as he had been given blood earlier. All the meds had made him feel achy and quiet. His mind was still fuzzy, but he preferred that to the excruciating pain. Noel had been the lucky one.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: “We're alive!” Noel said loudly. He laughed in disbelief and pulled Mischa's hand from his face, squeezing it. The pain in his side was proof. The burning, screaming pain meant he was alive to feel it.
Mischa smiled, squeezing back. He wanted to lift his right arm and grab Noel's face, but it felt tingly and hot. It felt weak. He heard a weak whimper behind him, followed by something smacking the metal. He looked back and felt the blood drain from his face again at the sight.
“Ricky!”