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driftfleet2016-09-11 05:19 pm
experiencepoints) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-11 05:19 pm
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Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
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Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.
[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.
Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.
[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.
Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]
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Despite the bandages all over, on her face especially, she is fairly energetic, constantly shifting and shuffling and generally making things worse on herself. She's too worried about Sorey and Mikleo to sit still, and she's full of anxious energy.
Someone should probably stop her. Or bring her something to do. She's so bored and can't do anything but worry. Send help.]
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Hey. Take it easy...
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[So Nightingale, have a teenager on one day rushing over to her side, with much concern]
Nightingale! Are you okay?
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His domain completely gone but his eyes thankfully right in his skull where they're supposed to be, Sorey eventually shuffles his way into the clinic and hovers uncertainly over by the door, waiting for Nightingale to notice him. God, she looks awful. She looks so terrible.]
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I thought you might like a change from clinic food.
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Beverly Crusher | OTA
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But once she's more conscious and coherent, when Beverly makes her rounds, she's at least got to say something.]
... Thanks for this...
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Hey. You need any help with that?
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During one of those early morning lulls, he wanders over to her station and restocks one drawer with homemade lemon gels, just in case.]
Hey, Aunt Bev? I can take it from here, if you want to grab a nap.
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Hi, Beverly.
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[ After the final showdown against Sorey and Mikleo, Allen was brought back to the clinic- unconscious and injured. While Lailah's healing and Stefan's blood helped some, his legs and feet were burned, he had several injuries from being punched and clawed up by something strong. Also there were some healing scratches from a Hellion Squirrel. Squirrels suck.
Still, for over two days he remained unconscious. He was in stable condition, but simply not awake. The curtains around his clinic bed stayed closed most of the time, but sometimes if you were to peek in? His skin would be rather gray in coloring. Pretty weird
But finally, after days of sleeping, he finally starts to stir awake. His skin turns back to normal as he gives a soft moan and starts to move. His hand reaches up to rub his forehead as he starts to open his eyes]
Nngh...I'm hungry...
[Yep. Sure is the first thing he thinks of upon regaining consciousness. Allen Walker, everyone]
[B. Clinic Stay]
[He's awake, but still has to spend some time in the clinic. Luckily injured legs means it's harder for him to make an escape out of the place - good thing since it'd be fruitless anyway, what with living just down the hall from this very clinic.
Still, it's not like he's great at bedrest. So you might find him diligently working on stacks of paperwork he has to catch up on, or making lists or basically any work to keep him busy. Otherwise, he's probably eating food. Lots and lots and lots of food.
What? Using Innocence is draining man.]
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... How?
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b!
You're going to make yourself sick.
["sorry about stealing your shuttle and leaving you stranded with a dragon" might have been a better place to start, but alas.]
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By the end of it he's more awake, reading a book that the clinic had provided. It's boring, but it's a way to take his mind off of things. Allen's condition, what Clay himself learned a few days ago, the conversation they'll have to have... not right now, of course. It's the worst time to tell Allen his fate, and he knows it.
He almost doesn't hear the words mumbled from Allen because of all that. But when the phrase registers, he widens his eyes, closes the book right up, and looks over at Allen, who's not only opening his eyes, but has human-looking skin now. All those horrid thoughts in his head are brushed away by the feeling of overwhelming happiness and relief, and he stands up from his chair to take one of Allen's hands, the other moving to hold his shoulder.]
Hey, you're awake!
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Sorey still makes sure to approach Allen's bedside at some point when he's alone (which isn't often, given his popularity) and quietly flicks the separation curtains to get his attention.] ...would you mind some company?
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Allen! [Oh, he's so relieved. It's on his face, in the way his eyes become instantly wet and he tries to blink it away.]
Ah... hahah... you really are okay.
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Guess who's also going to keep it out of his reach, though.]
Hello, Allen. Have you been recovering well?
[Lailah had a breakdown earlier, but she's fine, now.]
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1/2
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Still, can't rest TOO much when there's people to cheer up. So after a couple of days, there'll be a bright pink pony come bearing treats and a slightly weary but very sincere smile.]
Hey, Allen. How're you feeling?
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1/2 (I'm so sorry.)
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This time's no different: he brings out a basket filled with ma'amoul, chocolate chip cookies, and whatever baked goods he could cobble together on short notice. (Feeding someone with his appetite is no joke.)]
Hey. [He flops onto a nearby chair, gesturing towards that stack of paperwork.] What're you working on?
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He's mostly okay - Lailah's healing made sure of that much - but it's better to be safe than sorry, he guesses, especially after getting literally tossed around, having your face smashed into the fucking mud, Dragon Shenanigans (TM), etc etc. Besides, he's still pretty beat-up looking when he actually gets back to the ship. Like hell if anyone's going to let him just sneak away from a clinic stay...
But when he's not sleeping (which, to be fair, is happening a lot, because goddess that was a lot of energy spent) he's pretty bored. And fidgety. You might catch him playing with a tiny fireball between his fingers, like anyone else might do a coin. What? It's something to do! (Commentary on any whining about boredom is also fair game. Because there will be much of that.) ]
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What kind of magic is that?
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Hey. Looks like you're a little better today.
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He's pretty bored though, so Eithan isn't the only one playing with his element. Sometimes he sends little breezes to mess with things on the walls and snoop around. Occasionally he gets a little forceful with it and knocks something over. Whoops.
For those who have no resonance whatsoever, they'll just see an empty bed. Sometimes there's a floating communicator, or the sheets rustle, but it definitely seems like something is there.]
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/LOOMS
OH NO FIRE MOM
HELLO OTHER TROUBLESOME WIND SERAPH
(unsure) zaveid did it, whatever it was. it's his fault.
plz, dezel, you both fight like cats and dogs
well, yes, that's part of the appeal
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He doesn't want to be here. The rush of horror the settles around him is enough to force him to push himself up, but even that comes with a sharp wince that he can't fight back; it's too hard. Every part of his body is sore, and that's not something he's felt in a long time. Seraphim aren't human, he thinks, but they can sure as hell hurt as if they were.
Eventually, the only thing he can do is let himself drop back down, arms stretched out either side of him as he breathes. He knows he's not hurt, not really, save for the fact that most of his hair is gone (and that's going to sting later) but he does his best to pretend he's asleep whenever someone comes around to see him, wishing he had his hat with him (Dezel's hat, shit, he should give it to the other guy even if it hurts, the idea of giving it up now too sour on his tongue) to cover his face.
Zaveid doesn't want to face reality, but it's not exactly the first time he's made that wish. ]
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So, when Zaveid is struggling in the bed, he's being called out to by a girl covered in bandages, especially on her face, like he's a normal human.]
You probably shouldn't move like that. If you're here, you probably got your ass kicked too, right?
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Stefan Salvatore | OTA
(In his defense, Clay requested it on Allen's behalf, and Stefan's too good of a friend to break a promise.)
He's left the Interfaith Center in good hands, so he's not as concerned about catching up there, but he's sure downing far more red-tinted pills than before. As much as he hates to admit it, the fight had been a wake-up call, and he had been complacent in acting and feeling human. So he'll be here, sitting by his friends' bedsides and checking up on them when he can.
Or maybe he's restocking the Blue Fish's drawers with homemade lemon and pineapple gels. After this battle, he doesn't want any ship left unprepared.]
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Stefan being around probably helps.] Stefan? [Sorey holds out the clean laundry he'd finished running and folding. Sheets and pillowcases and towels need to be washed, after all.]
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wow this got lost
i know the feeling I'm tracking like fourteen threads in this post alone
yeeep :c
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