suchmiracles: (injured; out in the cold)
Kurt Wagner ([personal profile] suchmiracles) wrote in [community profile] 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! ]
phaseflex: (i am a fist)

medical station

[personal profile] phaseflex 2020-02-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
As many Sleepers will likely find it, the medical station is a life-saver. Amara's no doctor, but even with what they have, her clumsy attempts to clean and wrap what she can of her own wounds will do wonders than if they'd just been left. She sees Kurt, and it takes her a moment to recognise where she even knows him from.

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."
phaseflex: (let's break it just because)

[personal profile] phaseflex 2020-02-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She'll wait for it to fall into place. Amara's hardly on the top of her brain game herself; any of those awkward pauses spent just staring at each other pass like a couple of seconds for her. Time isn't real.

"I am only here because you saved me, friend. I didn't get a chance to thank you properly."
phaseflex: (we were at the table)

[personal profile] phaseflex 2020-02-05 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Takes her a moment to realise he means sit with me instead of look at this bench, but she gets there.

"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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speed_of_snark: (kiss comfort)

poster wall

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-02-02 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul comes up half beside, half behind Kurt and gently touches his elbow before slipping an arm around his waist.

"You sure you shouldn't be resting?"
speed_of_snark: (kiss comfort)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-02-04 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Jean-Paul chuckles softly. "I never knew how to be in the first place," he says. He drops a kiss on the top of Kurt's head.

"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?"
speed_of_snark: (explain)

[personal profile] speed_of_snark 2020-02-04 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no sense in pointing out the obviousness of the lie. Jean-Paul is, after all, a man who understands pride intimately - if Kurt wants to pretend he isn't hurting, he's not about to be cruel about it.

"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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foundakeyandangels: (Over shoulder)

Sally Sparrow | Doctor Who | OTA

[personal profile] foundakeyandangels 2020-02-03 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Sally has found the Doctor and his Wife Rose, but he's been sleeping for a few days, so she uses that to go exploring for goods. Only to find a place where others have gathered. Good. Someone has started to gather the tired and weary in one place.

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.
laminae: (hmm)

Fern | Adventure Time | OTA

[personal profile] laminae 2020-02-04 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
((cw: limb loss))

[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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obeir: (105)

[personal profile] obeir 2020-02-05 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ When K is likewise dropping off and picking through supplies he notices a familiar face, who's looking rather worse for wear. He'd lost track of Fern in all the chaos of the ship predictably sinking, though he'd held out hope that the boy's prior claims were true, and he'd be perfectly fine in the water. Apparently not.

Concerned, he makes his way over. ]
What happened? [ He asks with a frown, nodding toward Fern's conspicuously missing limb. ]
laminae: (glance)

[personal profile] laminae 2020-02-06 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fern pauses his scrounging to look down at where his right arm used to be.]

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.
obeir: (027)

[personal profile] obeir 2020-02-08 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ K's fared rather better by comparison — only his forearms are bandaged. While it seems his enhanced healing capabilities are struggling here, the combined efforts of Tech Boy and Benedict have ensured everything will at least heal cleanly. For once, he got lucky. ]

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. ]
laminae: (skrtch)

[personal profile] laminae 2020-02-08 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[This requires a whole explanation, so he shifts and turns fully to lean against the table.]

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?
obeir: (130)

[personal profile] obeir 2020-02-09 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Separate encounters, then. Doesn't make it any better, though — and that means someone here is lobbing grenades at people. Great. ]

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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mrsnesbitt: (pic#13422411)

[personal profile] mrsnesbitt 2020-02-10 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Fern!

[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...!
laminae: (huh?)

[personal profile] laminae 2020-02-11 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fern jumps at the sudden appearance of Buzz, though he's happy to see him. Of course, if anyone is going to survive a ship sinking it's someone made out of plastic.

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.
mrsnesbitt: (inelegant wailing)

[personal profile] mrsnesbitt 2020-02-11 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[shit. right. he looks around for a moment, looking a little panicked.]

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??
laminae: (hello)

[personal profile] laminae 2020-02-12 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Dude....

[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?]
mrsnesbitt: (that shit HURTED)

[personal profile] mrsnesbitt 2020-02-13 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[he definitely can understand fern, because his expression gets more horrified the more he speaks. a gun? GRENADES? why do people keep trying to murder this good sweet grass boy??

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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