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Sea monster attack!

Who: The kidnappees, rescuers, and whoever wants to wait on the beach with towels. See here for an explanation.
When: Afternoon Day 102
Where: The beach
What: The device holding the sea monster at bay has been without power for two days, and now he's... lonely. Or angry. Angry and lonely. But now he's kidnapped some new friends!

The network has been spotty, cutting in and out for a couple days now, but luckily for everyone currently in the monster's grasp, Stane happens to be standing in the middle of a decent signal area.

"The sea monster is taking people! Hurry!"

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"GIVE ME YOUR HAND!" The Doctor avoids the fallen sword, but is now desperate to catch Wallie, throwing his hand up in the air to try and catch him, preferably his hand, but even snagging his foot would work!

This was not looking good.

The beast loosens it's hold on Donna. Not much, but enough for her to manage to pull herself free.

It's all still a bit of a blur. All bodies and hacking and slashing and flailing tentacles.

Castiel's focus is on Donna and as soon as he sees her slip free, he kicks off of the tentacle, pulling her to the surface with a surprising amount of strength. He doesn't speak until they break the surface.

"Are you injured?"

Wallie reaches, straining to grasp the Doctor's hand, but he can't reach, and it's becoming strangely difficult to move much in any direction. A numbness, a stiffness, a tension in his muscles that goes far beyond adrenaline. Some sort of poison, he realises, but it's far too late to do anything.

Around him, the tentacle gives him a vicious squeeze, then flings him to one side; Wallie hits the water with a splash. Were things different he could swim to safety, but now, he simply can't. He sinks, unable to swim to the surface, and he doesn't even have the muscle control to hold his breath.

He thinks of Jja as water enters his lungs, cold and dense, and blacks out shortly after.

"NO! WAIT!" The Doctor is in disbelief, seeing Wallie thrown like a child's toy to the side without a care in the world. His hearts sank in his chest knowing he failed the man, knowing that he should've done something more.

A short moment later, which really felt like an hour later given the Doctor's current state, he spots something break the surface of the water - Castiel and something that looked awfully alot like Donna.

Swallowing down the numbness, he quickly rushes to them. "Is she alive!?" Because he wouldn't be able to live with himself if two were killed by this beastie, as it flailed it's tentacles with rage.

Donna's chest burns. Her lungs feel like they're working harder than ever. She knows she's lucky to be alive. Kicking her feet to stay afloat, despite Castiel being the one who dragged her to the surface and probably more than strong enough to support them both she tries to calm her breathing down. Not an easy task when the sea monster is still close by and very, very pissed off.

"I'm fine." Well, alive at least. She'll take it for now. Cas really is her guardian angel. Saving her is becoming quite the habit.

"Everyone else?" Despite her own minor injuries, near drowning and panic attack of a life time she still finds it in her to worry for the others.

She hears the Doctor before she sees him. "Can't get rid of me that easily, Spaceman. You okay?"

Castiel looks over when the Doctor yells, too late to do anything but realize that they've just lost someone and he hardly has the power to revive anyone here.

He grips Donna tightly. "We should get back to shore before it makes another grab for one of us."

Part of him wants to go after Wallie--feels that he should, but if he does and it gets Donna or the Doctor killed, that would be worse. He needs to keep them both safe.

Helping Castiel, the Doctor assists them managing to get past the monster's enraged swinging of limbs and massive waves, "We're... almost... there!" He reassured as the water dunked them under a time or two.

But luckily the waves did help push them to the shore, and where he could feel the bottom of the ocean floor better. Quickly, he wrapped an arm around one side of Donna, assisting her to her feet and walking upwards.

Turning back to Castiel, he opens his mouth, wondering if he too saw the fate of Wallie.

"I flippin' told people there was a giant sea monster waiting to eat people and did they listen to me? Did they heck! They all thought I was bonkers."

Her lungs are still burning and she feels sick from swallowing sea water but it's a small price to pay for being alive. Speaking of which... "Wasn't there another guy? Wallie?" Eyes wide, she scans up and down the shore for any sight of him.

When she's unable to spot him she pulls free from her live-saving heroes to try and get back into the water. "Doctor! Cas! We gotta go back for him!"

There's a moment where Castiel's face shows plainly that he saw exactly what happened to Wallie and then it's gone.

He doesn't say a word until they're climbing out of the water.

"I don't think going back will help."

"He's gone." The Doctor spoke with finality with Cas, continuing his assistance in leading Donna back to shore, "There's nothing we can do for him."

He hated that, and hated that those words had to come out of his mouth. "He died trying to save you... a very selfless act."

"No, no, no. There has to be something!" Donna's eyes well up with tears. That feeling of desperate helplessness she felt in Pompeii is rearing it's head.

"Cas... you healed your arm. You can save him, can't you? Please? Doctor? Please... we have to go back..."

The Doctor telling her that Wallie died to save her doesn't help her sense of guilt.

Castiel looks away. "I can't bring someone back to life like that here."

At his current power level, he's not sure that he could at all, but here he can barely keep himself together, let alone fly to Heaven or Hell.

He looks away once upon the shore, unable to look at Donna, but grateful she was alright. "I can't; we can't. I'm sorry."

He felt a swelling in his chest, feeling the guilt starting to sink in, "I wasn't able to help him."

Donna is beginning to think she's a bad luck charm. Seriously. Death just seems to follow her everywhere. Oh fabulous. Maybe she's some kind of flippin' death bringer, how wizard is that?

Those tears that had been threatening to fall down run down her cheeks.

Maybe she should spend the rest of her life in solitude so no one else has to get hurt because of her.

"What about everyone else?"

"I saw Dean jump in, too, and a few others. We have to have faith that they will be recovered, too."

He looks out at the water, torn. He wants go in after Dean, but he knows that that's not where he's needed right now.

"You should both get dry clothes."

He avoids her gaze, face fixed in a frown as he looks up back towards the beast. "I dunno. I know there's others out there." But if he were honest, he wasn't sure how much use he was to them.

"It's fast and powerful. We don't have anything that can really ward it off." He wasn't typically this defeatist over it, but he really didn't know what they could do.

"Are you going back?" He looks over to Castiel.

Donna doesn't know the details of Cas and Dean's profound bond. But she knows that Dean is his friend and Dean is a good man. She knows how it's easy to be reckless and risk everything to save a friend. And she knows if Cas decides to go after Dean there's nothing she, or anyone else, can do to stop him.

In Castiel's case that's probably literally too, since he could easily overpower just about any of them if they tried to pin him down.

Donna shivers. The adrenaline is wearing off and dry clothes sound amazing. "I want to stay. To help the others..."

"I'll do what I can to get everyone back to shore. You need to get out of those clothes."

He moves away and turns back to the beach. He'll do what he can, but he's not sure what that will be as he sees a few more figures dragging themselves out of the water.

The Doctor slips his hand in Donna's. "Castiel is right; we're of no match to that thing, Donna. There's no way we could help; if anything, it'll kill us too. C'mon, now."

He hated it. This wasn't him, this wasn't the Doctor. The man who was told with a snap of his fingers, could open the TARDIS doors. The man who's name was spoken across the universe. He hated what this place had made him become, and he was horribly aware of his limitations now more than ever.

"Be careful, Cas." She feels so helpless. People put their lives in danger to rescue her. Wallie died to help her and yet she can do nothing to help the others in return. It's a bad feeling. And the fact that the Doctor seems equally defeated does little to set her mind at ease.

"Come on, Spaceman. Let's go get dried off. At least we can make sure there are extra towels available for others to use."

"I'll do my best." He nods absently and walks away. His best isn't usually very good when it comes to his own safety.

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