http://leapoffayth.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] leapoffayth.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-08-28 10:53 pm

Holes and Patches [OPEN FREE FOR ALL]

After the battle, the warriors' task was over. Their job, for now, was to rest and recover for the time being.

The healers' job, on the other hand, was far from over. Some exhausted from the battle, others rotating in, they took to their bay and continued the process of treating the wounded. Some patients were free to leave in a few minutes, while others would have some time (or quite some time) on the cots. Their mission: relax. Stay as still as possible.

Unfortunately, the temptation of so many familiar faces alive and about would ultimately prove to be too great. Keeping track of this group was going to be a third task all its own.

[this is a free for all for all your injured! Have them socialize, be thorns in the medics' side, try to escape, or bring the medics together for some action. Just note in your post if you'd like a medic to visit your character---if not, it's time for a chat!]

[identity profile] nokosi.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay, Ronnae. There're some sugar cookies waiting for you at 'home'.

Nokosi finally selected his few sheets of paper, though they wildly varied in color. "We can hang them together once you are feeling better, yes? And perhaps we can also share a meal underneath the tree during the evening, one day this 'week'."

[identity profile] ronnae.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like that. And we may not have wisps, but I can cook up something in my workshop to give it the familiar glow~ Even if they won't be groping and caressing your tree!" She giggled at the thought, it was an inside joke due to the mannerisms some wisps took when gathering sustenance from the trees or keeping a lookout in the forests.

[identity profile] nokosi.livejournal.com 2011-09-04 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughed but remained silent, focusing instead on the paper animals he was creating. All of this seemed highly nostalgic and he felt anxious while he worked, ready for them to get out of the Medbay and back home. A smile remained on his face, though. One that wouldn't be easily removed.