driftfleet | we're still wide awake

Who: hawke & you.
Broadcast: n/a.
Action: literal hell planet.
When: today my dudes.

( a. ) planetside; HIDE AND GO SEEK.

[ To say Marian Hawke has been having a bad few days might be putting things a little lightly. She has a terrible few weeks, even a month! It's been one thing after another with little bright spots in between. Tiny little spots, practically swallowed by the rest of the shit in between.

Today is not exception. After having the wonderful idea of wandering off by herself Hawke has found herself in a pickle, one of many future pickles she is sure, a rather annoying one at that. Curled up in a tree, hugging her staff, watching as the four Vizeiri men comb the undergrowth for her. They're mad, she understands that, most people get angry when you throw a fireball in their faces but she had hoped they would have lost interest by now. Maybe the fireball made it personal, or maybe they're really hungry?

Either way she's stuck, unable to throw another spell or risk passing out from lack of mana, and to tired to physically put up a fight. ]

This was a terrible idea.

( b. ) planetside; DEAR CANNIBALS, I'M NAPPING COME BACK LATER.

[ Eventually there is no fighting off sleep. Mana deprivation, lack of sleep, exhaustion in her limbs, all of it slams into her like a tone of bricks. Any longer and she is like to pass out in the open and become some cannibals meal. So she searches for some sort of shelter, something to keep her safe from wandering Vizeiri or any other predators out there.

Unfortunately all she finds a small outcropping of rocks half hidden by some underbrush. Better than nothing right? It is by no means comfortable but she is so tired that she could barely care, crawling into the space and collapsing into a ball, staff held close to her chest. Sleep comes quickly, though not before she leaves a parting note, just in case:

DEAR CANNIBAL, MONSTER, OR OTHERWORLDLY BEING,
I AM VERY TIRED AND DECIDED TO TAKE A NAP
IF YOU TRULY WISH TO DEVOUR ME PLEASE COME BACK LATER
YOURS TRULY,
MARIAN HAWKE

Perfect. ]

( c. ) planetside; I'M NOT LOST, YOU'RE LOST.

[ Perhaps she was heading back with you to one of the crashed ship, or perhaps she was leading you to somewhere relatively safe. Whatever it was it has gone incredibly awry and she is now incredibly lost. She had marked that tree at least half an hour ago and she has passed it at least four times. Oh, this is bad, this is terrible. Being lost is always irritating but being lost on a planet full of cannibals? A hundred times worse, at least!

Frustrated Hawke plops down on a nearby moss covered rock, scowling at the ground. ]

This isn't my fault, I just want to let you know that in case we get ambushed by lunatics.

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[ As much as he'd like to say that he was some sort of unstoppable beast, capable of going for days without sleep or rest... well, that'd be pure bullshit. The still-healing gashes on his back are itchy, the strap of fabric he'd been using to tie back his hair and snapped again, and he'd run out of alcohol two days ago. So maybe it was nap time for this particular daemon to get back his energy. ]

[ Hey, daemons need their rest too. ]

[ The only problem is finding somewhere he could actually rest long enough for it to be meaningful. He manages to find himself a spot, well covered, and defensible should he get another opportunity to fight those fleeing bastards. ]

[ And of course, it's occupied. ]

[ Leaning over, he picks up the note to squint at it, pushing his wilder-than-usual hair out of his eyes for a clear view, paying little heed to the fact that this person might be on full alert even while sleeping, as he would have been. But surely the sight of a mildly feral looking daemon with one glowing eye won't be an alarming sight to someone waking up on crazy hunter planet. ]

Man... when'd you even fall asleep? If you're gonna wake up soon, I want your spot.

[ It is definitely up there on one of the most alarming things to ever wake up to. If she had a choice she would definitely not wish to wake up to that, but unfortunately she doesn't. The sound of a voice stirs her from her sleep, causing a string of unhappy groans to pass by her lips. Despite the rest she feels utterly terrible, soreness spreads through her limbs and her throat feels dry from a lack of drinkable water.

But all of that takes an immediate back seat to the glowing red eye that greets her as she wakes. Shit! Hawke scrambles up to the best of her ability, sleep clouded eyes wide and hand out stretched, purple sparks dancing between her fingertips. It takes a moment of sharp breathing to realize the man before her isn't a threat, a moment for the last remnants for her rest to leave and aches to take it's place. ]

You... [ Is he friendly? Well, he looks as terrible as she does but he isn't trying to eat her. That's a place. ] You really shouldn't sneak up on someone like that, there are cannibals in these woods.

[ That's right laugh it off, the heart attack, the fact she still has her slightly sparking hand pointed in his direction. All of it. ]

we're still wide awake

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