we're still wide awake

[ofkirkwall]

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.

Comments

[ofkirkwall]

Desperate times and all that.

[ When you trying to stop a Blight or on the run you really don't have much of a choice where you sleep. Hawke's used to it, more than she should be. She just shrugs, the half hearted grin on her lips falling at Riona's surprise. ]

Oh, this? [ She reaches up to touch the wound, closed and possibly made to look worse by her own attempts at sealing it. What was once a gash above her eye is now an angry burn. ] I hit my head when we crashed and I might have... burnt it closed.

[bryces_pup]

It always seems like it's desperate times in Thedas. It'd be nice to not have a desperate time for once, you know?

[Is that asking so much?]

You burnt it-

[She closes her eyes for a second, reminding herself that taking Marian and shaking her by the shoulders won't do a lick of good now.]

Of course you did. [Sigh. She reaches into her small pack, pulling out some bandages and ointment.] C'mere. Let's at least get it bandaged up.

[ofkirkwall]

As nice as that sounds I wouldn't be able to stand it.

[ Her life has been nothing but conflict after conflict, danger after danger, she has honestly forgotten what it was like to live quietly. ]

I needed to stop the bleeding somehow.

[ And so the mothering begins. ]

[bryces_pup]

[That's... probably not a good thing, Hawke.]

Get too bored after awhile?

[Once the bandages are out and unwound, she takes a bit of ointment and dabs it on her wound.]

You do know there's these amazing things called stitches. The first aid kits in the med bays - however much of one you have - often have them or something to close up wounds.

[ofkirkwall]

Something like that.

[ Ow, that stings! She hisses and jerks away from the ointment, expression as sour as a child receiving treatment. It's fine, really! She doesn't need stinging ointment or bandages. ]

I couldn't find the med bay. [ More like she didn't look for it. ] Besides I'd not poke anymore holes into my head.

[bryces_pup]

I'll admit, sometimes at court I almost would wish something would spring up and launch an attack. Just to break up the monotony. Probably makes me a terrible queen to say that.

[She missed the action of being on the road. Of course, now that she's been on the road for nearly two years back home, she misses being home. No satisfying her, it seems (okay it's not that simple, but it feels like it sometimes).

A huff as Hawke pulls away.]

Stay still. The sting goes away after a moment.

[Reaching back out to dab on the rest because darn it, Hawke, let her help.]

Oh no, anything but holes. What can be worse than holes? [Said in the sweet tune of dry sarcasm. Really, Hawke?]