[OPEN Bendytimed to about an hour or two after the Recovery thread starts]

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Characters: Russel and Fletcher Tringham, OPEN
Location: Sensoriums



This was the first time Russel had used the thing. Surprisingly, there was one that wasn't in use by people retreating to something more familiar, friendly. But Russel had another purpose. Bringing Fletcher with him, he created a lush, bright, thick field. The trees were sparse, but the grass was tall. It was a top of a low hill, in the distance was a small, thriving town. The occasional elated voice of a playing child reached this otherwise silent place. The only hint to the town's identity were the old mining rigs, repurposed into windmills to power granaries and mills. But Russel knew what he had created.

The most important part was the air. It was fresh, clean, and moved in a slight breeze that made Russel's bangs tickle the bridge of his nose. The kind of fresh air Fletcher needed to clear his lungs. For now, he knew the child needed sleep, so after some mild protesting, the boy finally curled up in the grass. He used his brother's lap for a pillow, and Russel sat against a large boulder. His whole body ached in ways he never knew it could, and he was exhausted, but for whatever reason, sleep wasn't what he sought. His hand rested in his brother's hair, and together they stayed. Soon, they would be joining the chaos in the medbay. But for now, they got the rest they needed. They could fill in for others that needed rest after taking care of the most severe of injuries.

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[deep_sky_diving]

The smell of the fresh air draws Tess in, and the skin of her suit ripples in soft blues and greens as she crosses the grass. Her head tilts back in the simple pleasure of it—she can't quite feel the grass between her toes in the proper sense, but the suit relays a lot of sensation. Half the faceplate is open and retracted... but the other half is still sealed in place, hiding the pseudo-scab covering part of her face under it.

She slips her way over and silently sits next to Russel.

[just-like-daddy.livejournal.com]

He glanced over to her and smiled. "Glad you're okay." He was too exhausted for his usual self-protectiveness. He sat up a bit, and flinched. He was still horribly bruised. "Still in one piece?"

[deep_sky_diving]

"Yeah." Her voice is quite and a little rough—rougher than it's ever been her whole time on the ship, actually. No pain in it, though. "Looks like yer okay." She slides over a little closer next to him. "Mostly okay. I wish we had some Friendlies stock I could give ya."

[greennotgold]

Meanwhile, Fletcher shifted slightly and mumbled in his sleep. If he was aware Tess had come in, though, he didn't show it.

[just-like-daddy.livejournal.com]

"I'll heal," he said, stroking Fletcher's head a bit to make sure his dreams stay calm. Hopefully now that would actually make a difference. "I'm... exhausted, but I can't sleep. It's weird." He didn't know it, but some of his bruises were darkening, and some were visible above the collar of his shirt. His eyes moved from Tess to the town in the distance, as though he were some kind of protector of it resting after a battle to defend it, and those that lived there were none the wiser.

[deep_sky_diving]

"Over-tired," Tess says. She reaches over to touch Fletcher's shoulder lightly with a gloved hand, but her gaze follows Russel's over towards the town. "And ya wanna keep an eye on yer brother, even if you know up here nothin's gonna happen." She reaches up with her other hand to tap the closed side of her faceplate.

"It's a nice little town."

[just-like-daddy.livejournal.com]

He nodded and smirked a bit at her comment. "It's my father's hometown. Nothing like this exists around it, though. It's in the middle of a desert. I guess it's wishful thinking on my part." He glanced over at her and made a small snort of derision at himself. "I'm just being sentimental."

[deep_sky_diving]

"Well, it ain't like that kinda thing's not possible," Tess says, and smiles (half-smiles, with the exposed half of her face) at Russel. "Where I'm from—ain't much grass like ya'd be used ta, but we got plentya good grain."

[greennotgold]

The gentle touch on his head and shoulder calmed Fletcher a bit, and he settled down. He wasn't going to have pleasant dreams for quite some time, but at least they were already less terrifying than the ones from before.

[just-like-daddy.livejournal.com]

"Grain's good. Keeps people fed, the right kind rotated properly is good for the soil too," he idly offered. "I haven't seen a decent field of any kind for a few years."