Kurt Wagner (
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deerington2020-02-01 06:28 pm
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happy we’ll be beyond the sea [open - forward dated to feb 4th]
Who: Open to all Sleepers
What: A mingle log/gathering of survivors
When: February 4th, evening
Where: The lounge near the Bathysphere Station, closest arrival point from the Lighthouses
Content Warnings: Likely mention of injuries/death, child death, drowning, etc in the comments.
It's not much compared to the kinds of festivities that Deerington has thrown them in the past, but maybe that’s a good thing. In fact the gathering has more of an atmosphere of an emergency relief shelter or a field hospital than any sort of party, though perhaps for some Sleepers being able to find their loved ones will be celebration enough.
Once it looks like most Sleepers have been able to find their way back, Kurt will climb (with a little help) onto one of the benches scattered around the space. Though he sways a little on his feet, he’s got a lifetime of experience in holding a crowd's attention, not to mention negotiating with tired and worried people. He makes a short speech:
"My friends, I know this isn’t the best of circumstances, but thank you for coming here tonight. It’s clear that whatever this dream has in store for us is not over, and may just be beginning. It’s more important than ever that we come together as a community and try to help each other. That, more than anything, is how we will survive. For that reason I am asking for some help tonight. If anyone here has medical experience and finds themselves available, please make your way over here to me in a moment. If you are hurt or sick, come to us so we can treat you. If you have supplies you can share, please leave them over there on those tables. I also have some things to make signs that we will put up on a wall here, with names and descriptions of Sleepers who have not yet made it to this place, so others can know who to look for if they should arrive. Please, try to stay calm, and take care of each other. Thank you."
After he’s finished, he will head over to one corner of the hall where a makeshift medical station has been set up. Along another wall are tables of supplies -- mostly cans of food, medical supplies and some alcohol -- though there's not much there yet, but perhaps you’ve brought something to share? The wall of missing persons posters is already underway, with sheets of slightly damp paper, thumbtacks and pots of ink and paintbrushes scavenged from desk drawers and filing cabinets -- it’s crude, but maybe it'll be enough to make something out of. Otherwise, it's a time to find familiar faces and make plans, or maybe just sit and recover for a little while.
[ OOC: this is intended as a mingle log, so feel free to top level with your characters in the comments! ]
What: A mingle log/gathering of survivors
When: February 4th, evening
Where: The lounge near the Bathysphere Station, closest arrival point from the Lighthouses
Content Warnings: Likely mention of injuries/death, child death, drowning, etc in the comments.
It's not much compared to the kinds of festivities that Deerington has thrown them in the past, but maybe that’s a good thing. In fact the gathering has more of an atmosphere of an emergency relief shelter or a field hospital than any sort of party, though perhaps for some Sleepers being able to find their loved ones will be celebration enough.
Once it looks like most Sleepers have been able to find their way back, Kurt will climb (with a little help) onto one of the benches scattered around the space. Though he sways a little on his feet, he’s got a lifetime of experience in holding a crowd's attention, not to mention negotiating with tired and worried people. He makes a short speech:
"My friends, I know this isn’t the best of circumstances, but thank you for coming here tonight. It’s clear that whatever this dream has in store for us is not over, and may just be beginning. It’s more important than ever that we come together as a community and try to help each other. That, more than anything, is how we will survive. For that reason I am asking for some help tonight. If anyone here has medical experience and finds themselves available, please make your way over here to me in a moment. If you are hurt or sick, come to us so we can treat you. If you have supplies you can share, please leave them over there on those tables. I also have some things to make signs that we will put up on a wall here, with names and descriptions of Sleepers who have not yet made it to this place, so others can know who to look for if they should arrive. Please, try to stay calm, and take care of each other. Thank you."
After he’s finished, he will head over to one corner of the hall where a makeshift medical station has been set up. Along another wall are tables of supplies -- mostly cans of food, medical supplies and some alcohol -- though there's not much there yet, but perhaps you’ve brought something to share? The wall of missing persons posters is already underway, with sheets of slightly damp paper, thumbtacks and pots of ink and paintbrushes scavenged from desk drawers and filing cabinets -- it’s crude, but maybe it'll be enough to make something out of. Otherwise, it's a time to find familiar faces and make plans, or maybe just sit and recover for a little while.
[ OOC: this is intended as a mingle log, so feel free to top level with your characters in the comments! ]

Kurt Wagner | Marvel 616
poster wall
medical station
She brings him an ancient-looking energy bar. Edible? No idea. Hopefully, she had one herself earlier and there's no expiry date on it.
(Up close, he looks slightly less like an Eridian than she'd originally taken him for.)
"Here. These are good for energy; I had one earlier and as far as I'm aware, I don't have food poisoning."
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Blinking muzzily at Amara, he reaches out and automatically takes the offered energy bar. Clearly he needs it.
"Um. Danke." He's grateful, really, just kind of out it. Another beat passes as he studies Amara, then finally he places her as someone he pulled off of the sinking ship and he gives her a tired smile. "I'm glad you made it here."
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"I am only here because you saved me, friend. I didn't get a chance to thank you properly."
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He scoots up a little on the bench, gesturing with a wave of the energy bar in his hand for her to take a seat beside him. None of them look particularly awake, but at least here he can help a little.
"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to warn you," he continues. "Teleporting without a warning is not a nice experience, I try not to do it unless in an emergency situation. I hope it didn't hurt too much."
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"It's no problem. I think I'd rather take that feeling rather than drowning any day," she says with a shrug. "I don't swim well; I don't think I would've made it off otherwise."
A beat as she sits next to him, then: "I'm Amara. How are you holding up after it all?"
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"Kurt," he replies in turn, glancing sideways at her. "I'm.." He considers their mutual situation and decides it's pointless to lie. "As well as anyone can say they're holding up, I suppose." His brow furrows as he frowns. "I'm worried about food supplies. There doesn't seem to be much here, and there are so many of us. And who knows how long we will be here."
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"You sure you shouldn't be resting?"
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He turns enough to rest his head against the taller man's shoulder, careful to avoid the places he knows are still healing, letting out a breath even as he keeps his gaze on the paper.
"How can I?" It's the truth, a cruel reality repeated again as Logan has left him behind, August's unforgiving sun replaced by the cool dark of Rapture. He sighs, his tail winding out to wrap around Jean-Paul in return. "I've forgotten how to be patient."
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"He'll be back," he murmurs into the dark, rich curls of Kurt's hair. "It's not much comfort, I know. I'm pissed about it." Truly, if it weren't for Kurt and Wrench Jean-Paul would probably have gone off after the other man in the world's worst Canadian adventure story.
He stays still, just holding Kurt and breathing, hoping that he can exude calm for once. Eventually he shifts to kiss Kurt's forehead.
"How's the leg today?"
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"I.." He sniffs, lowering the piece of paper to rub at his eyes. "It's okay." The lie is easy to unpick; even leaning against Jean-Paul, he's avoiding putting weight on it, his tail swaying to compensate for the change in his balance.
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"Good. Still, I think it's about time for some medication, non?" He moves closer still, gently encouraging Kurt to let him help without actually using words. "Your choice if you want pills or just whiskey. Either way, I think after organising this little refuge you deserve some time to sit, mon amour. Or maybe I'm just selfish and want you to myself for a while."
Kurt's selfless actions are always inspiring, but Jean-Paul suspects it's more tiring than it looks.
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He manages to nod faintly at Jean-Paul's request, and will allow himself to be guided away from the table to sit down. Once there, he leans his head back against the wall and looks out at the clusters of Sleepers.
"Do you think this was a good idea?" Walker's words, after his initial call out, have been haunting him, sending doubts to gnaw at his heels. His own words are faint, wandering feverishly from one disaster to the next. "What if this is what they want, all of us in one place?"
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Sally Sparrow | Doctor Who | OTA
She listens to the speech, arms folded around her middle. She's no longer in the dress she had when she swam here, but her own attire of coat and comfortable blue shirt and pants. Easier to get around in. Her Katana sword was at her back, low enough to grab from over shoulder. She had a messenger bag with her from her suitcase she found. It was being used to find supplies.
At the Medical Station she held her hand to her side, not sure stitches were going to help by now but wanting someone to look at it all the same. She stood by patiently, watching others mill about. When she saw someone free up she spoke softly. "Excuse me, do you think I can have some help with this? I have bandages, I just need a hand."
While at the Poster Wall she stood there looking at all the posters others had put up. She almost wanted to put one up for Ruby and see if anyone had seen her yet. She knew she had friends here but she didn't know their names other than Blake. So far she didn't see posters for them.
"Wow." It was impressive to see how many were reaching out and how many were missing.
Fern | Adventure Time | OTA
[Coming together as a community isn't all that appealing to Fern, and it isn't why he's here. For him, this whole situation feels less like recovering from a disaster, and more like getting tossed into a brand new dungeon, and since he has plenty of experience with the latter he wants to make the most of whatever scavenging he can manage.
That, and throwing himself into dungeon crawling is a time-tested way for a Finn to avoid the difficulties of real life. For example, the entire month on the Titanic, the fact that so many of his friends forgot him, and the fact that he's currently missing most of his right arm. The grass (visible because he's had to roll his shirt sleeve up) has been torn above the elbow, right at his antler tattoo, and it clearly isn't doing any work regrowing itself.
That doesn't seem to bother him, though. His first stop is the wall of missing persons, glancing over the names and faces quickly to see if there's anyone there he recognizes. It's uncomfortable to look at the posters, so he doesn't stick around there for very long.
He'll also stop to drop off some supplies, as well as pick through the tables of supplies. He doesn't need any of the food or medicine, and certainly not the alcohol, but he knows other people who would use them. He's doing a pretty good job of grabbing as much as his left arm can hold, too.
Notably, he doesn't bother with the medical station. There isn't much a doctor can do for a torn plant.]
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Concerned, he makes his way over. ] What happened? [ He asks with a frown, nodding toward Fern's conspicuously missing limb. ]
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Nothing.
[Well, not nothing. But not nothing serious. Fern looks irritated, but thankfully not overly traumatized by the missing limb.]
Some wad with a gun, some other wad with a bunch of grenades. I'm okay.
[Grass can't bleed to death, thankfully.]
Glad to see you aren't dead, man.
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You as well. [ But his frowning expression only deepens. ] But why were you attacked? Or you got caught in the crossfire?
[ ... And why on earth would people be running around shooting and throwing grenades on a sinking ship? He must have somehow missed all of that commotion. It's too bad, though he isn't sure what he could've done to help Fern even if he'd been there. ]
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The guy with the gun thought I was one of those octopus monsters that invaded the ship when it was sinking. The dude with the grenades was here, in the Fisheries. He tricked Mami and I went we went exploring.
[Yanno, typical snags, no big deal. He gestures at K's arms.]
What happened to you?
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Those things with the tentacles and fangs. After I killed one, another dozen appeared to chew on me. I was trying to help people out of the wreckage. [ So he'd been out there quite a while in the water, being nibbled on. A pause, then: ] You said you'd regrow.
[ Back during their conversation on the Titanic, when Fern had acted like handling the sea monsters wouldn't be difficult. Well, he was partially right. It's the human monsters you need to look out for, unsurprisingly. ]
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should we wrap soon for april shenanigans?
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[it's at the supply table buzz catches sight of the plant boi. he's not here to get anything for himself (or deliver anything, actually. most of the things here are bigger than he is), but rather wait and see if he can see any of his organic friends filter in.
wouldn't you know it? it worked! even if he's still stuck in spanish mode, buzz immediately clambers up on the pile of stuff on the table, balancing precariously. he doesn't even care that fern probably can't understand him, he's just babbling in relief.]
I was so worried about you! I couldn't see you on the Titanic at all...!
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Except... he stops, and blinks.]
Uh, Buzz?
[What the heck? He's speaking gibberish. Fern scratches his head in confusion.]
Dog I have no clue what you're saying.
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Do you have your Fluid? [he asks, pointing to fern's... missing arm.] ...You lost your arm! Fern!! How did you lose it?! Are you alright? Do you need help??
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[He looks a little exasperated, because continued babbling isn't exactly helping him suddenly understand. At least he can pick up on Buzz's pointing, glancing over at what's left of his arm.]
Don't worry about it. Just a run-in with some guy with a gun. And some other guy with grenades. Doesn't even hurt.
[- Wait, can Buzz even understand him right now?]
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buzz worries his hands for a moment, thinking. this would be easier if he had his own fluid, but he's pretty sure it's somewhere still in the titanic.
he doesn't really know what else to do and he's freaked out, so he gets to the edge of the table and just kind of... uselessly hugs fern's arm. he's just so glad he's alive.]
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wow I did NOT get the notif for this, I'm so sorry!
im calling the cops
the tag fuzz
whatcha gonna do when they come for you
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