Who: Elim Rawne and OTA
What: Pitter Patter Flood
When: Entire FLood
Where: All over
Warnings: Minor violence, mild gore

Rawne figures out what's going on quickly. Aside from events, there's never been anyone else in a Tanith camocloak on the Barge. And now there's three, hanging around him, acting out their lives like the Barge isn't even there.

Colm Corbec strides around, yelling orders and encouragement, waving non-existent soldiers forwards to engage with the enemy. Sometimes he's at rest, eating beside Rawne in the dining hall or polishing his long silver knife.

Murt Feygor sticks closest to Rawne, seeming to mimic whatever he's doing at the moment. Walking, working, resting, talking, it's like he's got a near-double, just one with a crooked, oft-broken nose and a metal voicebox. One who scans the area for danger, watching Rawne's back like he used to.

Dermon Caffran sometimes shows up fighting, but most often he's with two kids, a boy of maybe ten and a little toddler girl. He plays with them, eats with them, leads them along the hall.

Rawne tries to ignore them, both when they look normal and when they look as they last did, with lasgun burns and death in their eyes.