Written by Rose
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Everything that went wrong seemed to have gone wrong. The mission was the worst the five have ever encountered. Some of the crew barely leaving with their lives.

Sci had set off a bomb too soon, injuring everyone. She couldn't hear anyone screaming her name, she couldn't hear the rifles going off from every direction. They knew some day it might of come to this but.. not so soon.

After this day the group split up barely talking to one another they stopped caring about themselves or anyone-anything around them. They never wanted it to come to this.

Pan
The agency has noticed some inactivity among Pan's sector. They try to contact her, but no reply. They try to contact her team, but no replies. At first they're not worried, but after a period of time with no answers from anyone they grow concerned and go investigate. They eventually find Pan. They're harsh at first, wondering what the hell has gotten into her and the team. She retaliates in an anger rarely seen in her of what they've been through, what the agency has put them though, that one failed mission that tore them apart. They become sympathetic, but urge her to keep going and get her team back together because they need them. It takes a bit of persuading, but eventually once again Pan gets up on her feet. She meekly approaches each of her team members again and tries to get them back. Some comply, others are hesitant. Eventually the team gets back together doing what they love. Of course things take time, but things can mend.

Sci
Everything that went wrong seemed to have gone wrong.The mission was the worst they ever had, some barely escaping with their lives.
Sci had come out with broken arms, knowing they may never heal properly due to being half dead. Segue had become timid after the incident,
loud noises causing the poor stardust to cower away under Sci's clothes. Her and Alex tried to stay in the apartments for a while,
but it wasn't healthy. After being so close, they started fighting every day. Sci finally gave up on college, knowing she would never make it
and her arms were making it impossiable to work. After quitting she took the Job at the bakery full time, and eventually Sci ran away from the apartments.
She moved in to live in the backroom of the bakery, not leaving much. She barely took care of herself before, but now sleep wasn't the problem
in the way it was before. She was barely ever awake, causing her dizziness and headaches on the regular. Segue, living off of Sci, was also becoming Ill causing the
glow to Dim. She was not on the best terms with anyone, always snapping in conversations. She would sit and stare at her bandaged arms, remembering the day.
The day everything broke. Her part was awful, setting off a bomb too soon and injuring herself and her earbuds. She couldn't hear the sirens going off, couldn't
hear the others screaming her name to stand, couldn't hear the rifles or anything happening. She couldn't feel her arms at all. No one had heard of her exept anyone
still in the bakery, and she had manually disabled all of her devices so no one could find her. Went work was over, she simply sat in the back and browsed the internet,
hoping to find joy that never came during this time.

Alex
Alex glared at the sheets, their hands bunching it up in shaky fistfuls. They weren't supposed to be here. They knew no one would know they're here, they didn't have anyone as emergency contacts. The air was stifling, smelling of chemicals and disinfectant, smelling of sickness. They glanced at their phone, the shattered screen taunting them.
They returned to glaring at the pristine white sheets. They could feel those awful feelings from before bubbling up. It made their lungs feel muddled and their heart ache. Tears slowly streamed down their face as they wallowed. It's been two months since it happened... They shouldn't be feeling this... right? Then again, it was their fault. They had miscalculated something, a stupid small mistake that shouldn't have happened. And now, they were alone again. Truly alone, no Sci to come home to, no apartment, nothing. They had buried themselves into their college work, trying to busy themselves from the pain and grief. Their anxiety started to spike, touching any sort of electronic sent them to the brink of a breakdown or attack, nightmares happened nearly nightly, and most things triggered those awful events. They searched it up their symptoms once, it was identified as PTSD, or that's what they thought.
They glanced at their phone once more before lessening their hold on the sheets. With a simple swipe, the phone landed in the wastebin. Maybe on another day, when they weren't in a hospital. When they weren't sitting in a off-white room and suffering. When they weren't on the brink of a breakdown or attack. When they weren't being treated for trying to overdose on sleep medication. When they weren't as bad as they are now.

Spy
Spy doesn't know what to do with herself. Because of her Skills she is never, or hasn't really been seem at all. Hiding in places people wouldn't expect. And even if you catch a glimpse of her she looks like a terrible mess.

Rose
Rose isn't at their best point but still comes to meetings and tries to help Pan with everything, but then gains a huge amount of anxiety of not being able to work where they love, with who they love. When the bakery closed they lost it. They didn't come out of their house and neglected sleep more than ever, stopped eating and just cried.