Survivalist End [Open]

[cityship]

|| Medical personnel, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

The shuttle from 'Eden' returns to Stacy, carrying the rescue crew and the original crew members that went down to answer the first distress signal. The returning people are bloodied, battered, some grievously injured. Maxine, Diana and Clef are dehydrated and haven't eaten in days. Karis is missing her entire lower half.

But at least she's better off than the corpse and the wand hastily wrapped in sheets and clothing and lying in the back of the return shuttle. Howard Bassem and Cedric Diggory, one laid cold and still by death and the other not even in enough pieces to be scraped up and taken back, never made it home alive. The official causes of death will be respiratory failure and spontaneous combustion, respectively, as if to to provide a clinical, accurate excuse in lieu of questioning a ship that sends children on dangerous missions.

Stacy quickly determines that she is the most qualified to deal with Karis' case and whisks her away to a secluded section of the Medical Bay. The rest of the survivors and the tragedy are left for the crew to deal with.

[OOC: Bendytimed to right before the tournament plot.]

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ON THE OBS DECK

[meat_mooks]

[OOC: Anyone can tag here reacting or greeting the survivors. Crew members who went on the mission and medical personnel are encouraged to tag here.]

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[kaya_waterwave]

She had been busy, so busy that she had only recently heard that there was a mission, and hadn't really known how badly it gone until she got the alert that medical personnel was needed. She ran over, hopeful that the injuries were repairable, that the medical doctor wasn't going to be too much of a snob today, and that she'd get to work in peace.

There was a tightness in her chest though. What was this feeling? She hoped nothing too bad had happened, like the time Paco lost an arm.

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[keep_surviving]

Diana walked around, pulling the drip filled with liquids to combat her dehydration around with her. It itched slightly at the entry point but she knew better than mess with it.

She felt tired and weak but she didn’t want to look it. She didn’t want to look all pathetic curled up in a corner and recovering. So she paced. Not up and down the same path constantly like some loon losing his grip, just around, avoiding conversation.

It was while doing this she almost knocked into Kaya. “Sorry.” She responds automatically.

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[kaya_waterwave]

Kaya started, then shook her head.

"Don't worry about it, I'm here to help anyway. You look like you could use some rest but I'm guessing you know that. Want anything to make it better?"

She was fretting at this point, because something was making her feel nervous. What was it? She had to go and treat people, now.

"Was it that bad, over there?"

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[atadiscoverer]

Medical Personnel? That's Carson's queue. At the announcement, Dr. Beckett is present to greet the people off the shuttle, a med-kit in his hand and his Life-Signs detector in the other.

He's watching, horrified, at all of this.

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[anwei]

She had heard that Howard's mission was back and had gone looking for him, smiling. What disaster would he have evaded by the skin of his teeth, returning covered with glitter and outrage?

The call for medical personnel made her speed up a little.

She stops at the sight of the filthy, ragged crewmembers - people wounded, limp with exhaustion; Karis had been dismembered, and her eyes darted away from the too-dry stump of her lower body - and then she moves a little too fast to stand next to the man with the med-kit.

"Excuse me, have you seen Howard yet?" Because she doesn't hear him complaining, which meant he'd either skipped out or was hurt. Or worse.

[atadiscoverer]

Carson is busy craning his neck, looking to see if there's anyone who needs help, before he's distracted by someone talking to him.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't." Not yet.

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[not_the_philistine]

Goliath returned from the mission scratched and bruised, bloodied with gore from the battle, but without any life-threatening injuries. There was no reason for him to take up the attention of healers when his injuries would heal when he slept in about an hour's time.

He had completed his task of returning the body of the child he had known, but not well enough to speak of to his loved ones, to the ship. He'd done what he could to try to save at least one of Karis' limbs, a task which it seemed he had carried out in vain. There was no task left to him, except perhaps to carry those who could not carry themselves to the medical wing.

There was a certain weariness that followed returning the bodies of children slain at war to their loved ones, and as he stood off to the side, waiting to see if he was still needed, he cast his gaze sadly to the floor, wanting nothing so much just then as he wanted a shower.

Re: ON THE OBS DECK

[teethofneedles]

"Thanks, big guy," Karis is eerily subdued now that they're back on the ship. She's propped in a seat, waiting for the medics to take her to the medical bay. Not that they can do a whole lot for her, anyway.

"...you tried. And you gave those sons-of-bitches hell."

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Clef didn't look up as he exited the shuttle. He moved slowly, shoulders slumped, head down, towards nowhere in particular. To say that he was depressed and fatigued would be giving him far too much credit; right now, he felt nothing. No desire for the basic necessities of hydration, nourishment, or cleanliness that he lacked, no simple curiosity about who was around to greet the survivors. There was only a dull, nameless sensation - it didn't even quite qualify as an emotion - that seemed to wilt him from within. Like a flower, almost, but more terrible.

[kaya_waterwave]

Treat the patients. They were tired, hurt, mentally fatigued. They needed to be taken care of. It is your job. Do not falter now. Treat the patients.

She swallowed. It was like she was removed out of time, or like something had exploded so hard she went deaf. She just felt separate, and that feeling gnawed at her. But she knew better than to allow this to hurt what she had to do.

So she came upon Clef, steeling her eyes as best as she could.

"Medical. What do you need help with?"

[forging_on]

Presea had been waiting on tenterhooks the whole time Clef was gone. All evidence she had pointed to how dangerous these missions were, which of course hadn't stopped him from volunteering. Now that she was seeing the result, her heart dropped to her feet.

"Clef!" she screamed across the room in horror, and she was practically tripping over her feet in her hurry to get to him. She knew he needed medical attention -- she hardly recognized him as it was -- but she couldn't override her protective instinct.

Too late, really. There wasn't any protecting left to do. She was biting her lip so hard it bled, and she didn't even notice.

Diana

[keep_surviving]

Diana Ladris sits on of the chairs, waiting for a medic to see her. She wants to leave as soon as possible. If there’s a de-briefing, she’s not staying for it. She just wants to be checked over, made well again, then she can lock this all away in the part of her mind where she keeps the rest of her dark thoughts, memories and secrets.

She looks unwell. There’s little other words for it. It’s still Diana, her hair is still long and dark (albeit unwashed and tangled)and the delicate bones structure of her face remains, but her cheeks sunken in, her eyes are bloodshot with dark bags and under her dry, cracked lips her gums have begun to flare up. She herself knows this is nothing compared to how she looked several months ago, but she seems sickly and at the back of her mind she knows this is her body beginning to panic at the hint of another stream of months of dehydration and starvation.

She suddenly comes to the realization that she’s dithering and actively tries to stop herself. She looks so weak, and she hates it. Back in FAYZ, she hadn’t cared. Everyone looked like this. Now, it singled her out in a way she did not like, she was one of the survivors, she knew what had happened and now people could tell that just from looking at her. Diana did not like them knowing about her.

More than anything, Diana wanted someone to look her over and make sure she’d not picked up anything she hoped that they had some kind of antibiotic or shot to ensure she’d not picked up whatever had killed Howard from the inside. Like her, Howard had been a survivor too but now- She forced the thoughts back into her mind vault and slammed the door shut. There was no Howard anymore. Just another body. She focused on herself instead, not a hard task. It was just her now. Her and Orc.

Oh great. Was she going to have to tell Orc?

So much for her first mission.

Re: Diana

[badluckbabe]

Gossip was an interesting thing. Even in the most extremely decidedly different circumstances such as flying through space on a giant living meatship it still traveled even faster then the ship itself.

As such Jinx had become aware that the team Diana had gone with was back.

More to the point she had heard things did not go well.

She paused outside the med bay to straighten herself out after a solid jog from the city to the entrance. Pro seemed to take her cue and groomed his feathers before attacking her hair trying to groom it in his own, completely unhelpful manner.

"Watch it, she may be hungry." She warned Pro with very dry wit and stepped through the entrance finally.

It didn't take long to locate Diana and she approched with their bird on her shoulder, a smile on her face, and a sucker in her hand held out in offering.

"Welcome home."

[grimbiker]

Sirius wasn't one of the medical personnel by any means but he was too curious to stay away. When he saw the shuttle and the people returning to the ship, he realized that this was the mission Cedric had been on and yet there was no Cedric. The others were hurt, tired, and the look on their faces said everything. He knew.

"Where's Cedric?" The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular. His hands were shaking and he clenched them.

He couldn't be dead. He couldn't. Cedric was 17 yes, and only a few years younger than him, but he was just a boy. He was so young. He was Harry's friend. He was Sirius's...

[windwitch]

Maxine is trying her hardest not to cry, in all honesty. She's weak and tired and hungry, but she doesn't want to eat or sleep because she's frightened. Not to mention hurt. She was lucky to not have anything too serious-- but she's terrified that it's worse than it seems, too. Worse than just bumps and bruises and breaks.

She holds a puppy in her arms, carefully-- she doesn't want to hurt him or herself-- and keeps her head low, trying not to shake.

[monster_san]

Fuu wasn't officially a medic, but she still bolted for the Obs Deck when she heard the announcement. She was sure that they wouldn't object to having someone with a healing spell to help them--and a sudden request for medical personnel set her nerves on edge.

Her fears were confirmed when she saw Clef and Maxine there. So their mission had gone wrong, badly wrong. Fuu fought down the impulse to rush over to Clef immediately; she could see one of the medics was already with him. Instead, she went to Maxine, who hardly looked any better.

"Miss Maxine, are you injured badly?"

Allenby, Simon, and whoever wants to give them the news

[soulinherfists]

Medical Personnel, please report...

Allenby wasn't a medical personnel. But when the call came, she was out of the Inn like a shot and pelting towards the transport tubes. Howard. Something happened to that mission; something happened to Howard. Because the other people, well, they were Karis and some mage and people who probably had a lot more fighting skills.

She registered Simon running alongside her and exchanged an anxious look with him before they were whisked off to the Obs Deck. Once Allenby's feet landed on solid ground, she ran towards the cluster of people. "Howard! Where are you? Is he okay?!" she demanded loudly.

Re: Allenby, Simon, and whoever wants to give them the news

[hit_girl_mindy]

She watched. Howard was a good guy now gone. Just like Cedic.


Another face.

"np," she said softly. "Howard is gone."

KARIS AND STACY

[meat_mooks]

Stacy doesn't bother to sedate Karis, instead working on cleaning up the wound and trying to figure out what she can do for the damage. There doesn't appear to be much. Even with Karis' one leg brought back, it's so damaged it would never be viable again, and the break along Karis' pelvis is more than Stacy is equipped to fix.

Her tentacles mostly work on removing debris from the injury.

Re: KARIS AND STACY

[teethofneedles]

Karis stares at the ceiling of the medical bay, letting Stacy work. She doesn't have anything to say. No ranting or raving at her. No curses. For once she's just feeling numb and disgusted and hideously empty. She lost someone. Again. Just like everything else that seemed good in her (un)life, it gets taken away. So there you are. Maybe that's what's supposed to happen to her. Maybe she's supposed to be like this. She laughs and shakes her head. It sounds forced.

"Maybe I can be the ship mascot. Karis the Legless Zombie. I can sit in the obs deck and chuck shit at the newbies."

Re: KARIS AND STACY

[cityship]

|| If you desire, I could attach wheels to your base. || It's hard to tell is Stacy's joking or not.

|| But sadly, I cannot give you back your motility while keeping you in this body. ||

Orc

[paidinbeer]

Orc looked somewhat like a giant lost child as he lumbered into the Med Bay. His extra height made it easy to scan over the crowd looking for Howard, even if his vision was a little blurry. He wasn't by far as drunk as he could be...after all he had found his way to the med bay which would be a much more monumental task.

Still the scent of alcohol on his breath was unmistakable.

Unable to spot Howard right away he began to move deeper into the med bay, slowly as to not knock anyone over and hopefully avoid getting in people's way.

Re: Orc

[keep_surviving]

Diana spotted Orc. Well, it was hard to not spot Orc. But she didn't go over. She just watched him. Watched and waited.

But for as long as she waited, she never saw someone go up to him. Take him aside. Tell him what had happened. Never saw his reaction. Never saw him stubble off to drink more now that his only 'friend' had gone.

It really was going to have to be her, wasn't it?

Groaning internally at the prospect, she stopped leaning on her IV pole and approached.

"Hey there." Better see how drunk he actually was first.

Re: Orc

[paidinbeer]

He turned to face the familiar sounding voice and his tiny eyes focused on Diana. Orc could never deny that Diana was pretty, but he had long since written off that a guy like him would never have a chance with an ugly girl let alone a girl like Diana. Besides she was way too smart for him.

"Hi." He greeted her after he processed that she was for the most part OK. "Welcome back." He added unsure of himself. It was times like this where he really needed Howard. Howard could hold his own talking to Diana.