Relief Log #4

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I. In The Aftermath

After the mission is complete, the new recruits are invited back to Central Command for a patch-up and celebration to let loose and socialize a little bit.

The first order of business is the patching up. Anyone who was injured is welcome to go to the Hospital, if the injuries are more serious. Everyone else, those with smaller injuries like scrapes and bruises, minor cuts or burns or abrasions, are welcome to come to the Infirmary in Central Command. There will also be attendants that tell returning new recruits that if they'd like to learn a little first aid and tend to their comrades, they can also head to the Infirmary.

In the Infirmary, anyone who's not injured but shows up will be instructed in basic first aid so they can tend to their teammates and friends. Nurses will be rotating around to check in on people and make sure nothing is more serious than it looks, but generally, the new recruits will be encouraged to tend to their teammates in order to encourage group bonding.

II. Pool Party

The celebration itself, which happens after the the initial patching-up exercise, will be happening in three large conference rooms adjacent to the swimming pool. In one of the conference rooms, a large buffet will be set up, catered by food trucks and restaurants in the area, with a variety of food. Some of it will be familiar to characters in the game, with a wide array of food from Earth and any other planet or locale that the new recruits might be from. Some of it will be unfamiliar, local cuisines that are heavy on mushrooms, insects, and root vegetables - stews and flatbreads full of fillings and a lot of varieties of meat on a stick. There's also an extensive dessert bar with cakes, cookies, tarts, donuts, bars, and a soft-serve ice cream machine with a lot of different mix-ins and toppings.

The main focus of the party is on the pool, where characters are encouraged to put on a swimsuit and lounge in the pool on a bunch of assorted pool floats, swim laps, or play in the small children's pool where there are fountains. The pool also sports a small waterslide with three intertwining slides that range from extreme speed to slow speed. Through speakers in the area, music is playing that's suitable for dancing or just listening to while characters enjoy the pool.

III. For The Extroverts

In another of the conference rooms, an extrovert's dream is set up. The door is kept closed because the music inside is loud, and the atmosphere is that of a club. There's a small bar area where a bartender serves drinks. While most of the drinks are regular alcoholic beverages that are both familiar and unfamiliar, there is a selection of drinks catered by Robin's, which is known for their specialty cocktails which have a variety of effects - specifically, euphoria, relaxation, and energy - available in a variety of flavors. Servers move through the room with trays of snacks ranging from nuts and olives to bowls of chips and popcorn, free for the taking by anyone feeling peckish.

There is a nice dance floor set up and the lights are low except for fluorescents and spotlights that bathe the room in bright color, and the DJ is playing a mix of techno, rave music, and danceable oldies remixes. Along the back wall there are several booths set up for karaoke, where groups of characters can go and sing their hearts out and/or laugh at their friends who are singing their hearts out.

Did that mission leave you wanting to get wasted and dance the night away? Then this is the party for you.

IV. For The Introverts

Not everyone is cut out for a rave, though, especially not after a tiring and draining mission, and the rebels have prepared for that too.

In the other conference room, just on the other side of the buffet room, there is a party set up for the more sort of person who finds solace in quiet and peace. In the corner of the room there's a lovely tea and coffee bar set up, with an espresso and latte machine, coffee, and a truly expansive variety of teas - white, green, black, rooiboos, herbal, and some local varieties that are made specifically to relieve tension and relax the mind. These local varieties can produce a state of utter relaxation and mental calm that is beyond what normal tea could provide, perfect to drink before going to sleep for the night, or right before a calming nap.

Speaking of naps, for those who don't want to be alone but would like a bit of shut-eye, there are soft bean bag loungers where people can retire to for naps. The music playing in the room is quiet and soothing, lyrical ballads or instrumental easy listening, easy to nap through and no barrier to quiet conversation over a cup of tea. The library has also provided a large shelf of readable popular novels, non-fiction, and other books that might interest the new arrivals - there are novels of most genres that are unique to the Broken World, and research materials for anyone looking to exercise the mind or learn a little about the culture of their new world.

Besides that, there are also a cluster of small tables where games are set up. There are board games, decks of cards with printed sheets of common game rules from the Broken World, and a type of chess-like game that is played frequently on the Broken World, complete with instructions.

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Boba Fett | Star Wars Legends | OTA

[concord_dawned]

i. for the introverts antisocial

[ When the symptoms start, Boba isn’t surprised. He’s been counting the days since his arrival, the days he’s been Untethered in this world. Of course he’d known this was coming for weeks now.

At the moment, the symptoms are tolerable enough: fatigue, nausea, loss of appetite. He sticks to bread and water and gives himself the rare indulgence of sleeping in, knowing it won’t help. This isn’t a mundane illness that can be overcome with rest and care. He knows there’s only one cure.

He just doesn’t want to think about it.

In the end, it’s this desire not to be alone with his thoughts that drives him from his quarters. Alone and sick in his blank-walled room, there’s not much else to think about other than the choice before him. He needs a reprieve.

And so, he ends up in one of the conference rooms—the quieter one, naturally—trying to look less wretched than he feels. He’s gotten pretty good at appearing impassive and inconspicuous, though the lack of a helmet makes it a little more difficult than usual. He can’t completely hide the fatigue on his face, nor the restless look in his eyes as he scans his surroundings, looking for something, anything to distract him. ]

ii. if life’s just a game

[ After a cup of herbal tea mostly taken to settle his stomach, Boba feels relaxed enough to do more than stand stolidly on the sidelines—which is a rare development indeed. Rarer still is his choice to investigate the various games on display on the tables at the back of the room. He usually wouldn’t waste time with such frivolity and yet a combination of the tranquilizing tea and his continued reluctance to think about the choice awaiting him makes it a more appealing option than usual.

Right now, he’s examining the carved pieces of a game played on a checkerboard, with black pieces on one side and white on the other. A glance at the rulebook had reminded him a little of dejarik, though obviously simpler due to the lack of a hologame table. Still, he hadn’t read enough to actually know how to play. Even with the relaxing tea, his mind is still elsewhere, his earlier apprehensions reduced to a quiet, yet unignorable whisper at the back of his mind.

It means he doesn’t notice for a moment when someone sits at the seat on the opposite side of the board from him. When he does finally notice, he looks momentarily surprised, then puts the piece he’d been examining back down on the board. ]

I don’t know how to play, [ he says, and it’s meant to discourage them from asking him for a game—though perhaps the other person will take it as a desire to learn, instead. ]

iii. take a look, it’s in a book!

[ Later on, Boba’s desire for a distraction brings him to the bookcase at the side of the room. Books are more familiar to him than board games, but with that familiarity comes a certain trepidation. He remembers reading books as a child on Kamino, of course. He also remembers needing to do it surreptitiously, more often than not, to avoid his father’s disapproval.

It’s not that his father had been opposed to all books, of course—just the ones he deemed a waste of time and a distraction, which happened to be most of them. Maps, manuals, books on combat and war—those had been the rare exceptions.

So Boba looks for those exceptions now, eyes scanning the shelves for anything with useful information. At least, that’s what he appears to be doing at first glance. The truth is, he’s still not completely accustomed to the direction of his gaze being plain for all to see and the effects of the tea have dropped his guard even more.

Therefore, it isn’t too hard to notice that, though his face might be turned towards the non-fiction section, there are plenty of instances of his eyes wandering towards the novels… ]

II

[maskedtyrant]

[The woman who sits down across from Boba is well aware that he has no idea what he's doing. Or perhaps it's more that he doesn't want to learn; bland puzzlement and distraction are written plain on the young man's face, something that Codi has determined over the several minutes of side-eyed observation from across the room and behind the backs of a few other milling people. It could go either way.]

[Still, she does a fantastic job of pretending to look surprised when Boba finally addresses her.]

You don't? [Codi flashes him a gently teasing smile.] I was hoping you would--I don't know how to play either. Maybe we can figure it out together?

[concord_dawned]

[ ‘Together’ is not really a word he wants to hear right now. For a moment, it’s almost enough that he considers following his usual course—which, in this case, would mean simply standing up and leaving the woman to the game without a word. Indeed, with the way his eyes wander around the room as if searching for somewhere else to be, it looks like he might do exactly that.

Yet… he’d wanted a distraction, hadn’t he? Normally, that would mean violence: a job or a fight. But the mission is over and even if it weren’t, he’s in no shape for combat. A less physical competition might just serve the same purpose, though.

His gaze remains elsewhere in the room, not quite meeting the woman’s eye even as he tosses the game manual onto the table in front of her. ]

It’s a strategy game, [ he mutters. ] You have to kill the other person’s commander before they kill yours.

[ That’s about as much as he remembers. There are rules dictating how each piece is allowed to move and attack, but they’d been too elaborate for him to really understand with just a cursory read. At least identifying the commander is easy enough. He picks up the tallest, most ornate piece on his side, frowning down at it. ]

This one.

[maskedtyrant]

[Codi realizes her mistake almost immediately. Definitely didn't want to learn, and definitely not with a stranger. Her lips part slightly and she takes a breath, thinking that she might have to argue a reason for him to stay, but he seems to think differently at the last second. She relaxes.]

Ah. So like chess, then? [Codi pulls the manual over, though not far enough that Boba couldn't feasibly see it from his end of the table, and starts leafing through the pages. She's only idly paying attention to what's actually written on them.] Have you heard of chess? It's pretty popular where I'm from.

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[tech_nically]

[The quieter of the two setups is Tech's default preference, the memory of how things had turned out in the club-turned conference room still relatively fresh despite it having been months since. He's apparently stopped in at least to get a drink of a harder variety than those offered here, given the contents of his glass don't match any of the coffees or teas by way of color.

Besides, one can think better here without the bumping music and the bustle of bodies. For those who know the clone, it's of no surprise that even though this is supposed to be a time to relax, Tech can be found with his tablet in hand, going over information of some kind or another. And yet still he's not so caught up in this that he doesn't notice the other clone when Boba passes by the small table he's decided to occupy in favor of the beanbag seats. He fell to that trap the last time.]

What are you looking for?

[That seems the safest thing to say.]

[concord_dawned]

[ Boba, meanwhile, is so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he did, in fact, walk past Tech without noticing him. Still, the clone's voice catches his attention and he half-turns. His answer is automatic. ]

Nothing.

[ A more accurate answer would be I don't know. He wants a way out of his own head for a few minutes. What that might look like remains to be seen. He remembers his first meeting with Tech in the Sylphid simulation, how he'd taken a swing at the clone just to derail what he'd thought was the runaway train of his own dreaming thoughts. He's not so keen on doing that now, knowing that the consequences and Tech himself are both real. Still, he can't deny that violence has a certain appeal in situations like this...

He pauses, then turns to face Tech more fully. Loath as he is to admit it, conversation with another person would also offer a feasible reprieve from the anxieties ricocheting around in his skull. He eyes Tech for a moment as if weighing his options—and then, unceremoniously, walks over and takes a seat in the chair across from the clone.

...And now he actually has to think of something to say. It's a task that takes several, awkward seconds before Boba notices the glass by Tech's side. ]

What are you drinking?

[ It isn't meant to sound suspicious. That's just what Boba's voice sounds like. ]

[tech_nically]

[Tech arches a brow at him, not that the response itself is unusual, but it was clearly not the case. Mildly surprised to find Boba join him at the table, he waits, wondering what it is the other clone wants. The last conversation they'd been involved in hadn't exactly been very friendly, not that Tech particularly holds anything against Boba for it.

He looks at his glass then.]

One of the local ales. It isn't too sweet. Almost comparable with Corellian.

...do you want a glass? I can get another from the bar.

I

[jedied]

Rey's not feeling entirely up to a party, herself, after fighting a hydra and helping patch up people in the infirmary. She's careful with her energy, but Force-healing people is tiring even so. She's come in to get some tea, grab a book, and maybe curl up in a beanbag for a little while.

She spots Boba upon entering and acknowledges his presence with a nod before going to examine the teas on offer.

"Not a fan of parties?"

It's asked gently, with a wry half-smile of her own. It had been another party outside of which they'd gotten into their scuffle, and she's been careful of accepting unknown beverages ever since.

[concord_dawned]

Ever since the Jedi returned his father's holo-recording, there's part of Boba that's been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe the Jedi would use it to try and wring an apology out of him again, or worse—simply make a show of her eminent goodness for returning such a personal item to an enemy.

It means that now, he pretends not to notice when she enters the room and offers a nod in his direction—easy enough to do, given he'd also been looking over the teas on offer when she'd entered. He expects the first words out of her mouth to be about the holo-recording or perhaps about the things he'd said last time—the prelude to a lecture.

Instead, they don't sound too different from those spoken to any other acquaintance, or even a stranger. Boba gives her a sidelong glance, saying nothing. His impression in the Force is still wary and tense—though, perhaps not as actively spiteful as it had been during their last encounter. Still, he's waiting for her to tip her hand first. She may have asked to start afresh in her note, but Boba knows better than to believe in clean slates; people look to even scores, whether they're willing to admit it or not.

Donatello // OTA

[purplexing]

II. Pool Life
Nothing like downtime after a mission to make you realize just how wound up you'd been through the thing. It's all a blur to him unless he really thinks about the fights he'd found himself in, but right now he's just glad it's over and he has some time to actually relax.

He's steered clear of the mushroom-heavy selections so far as food goes, mostly because of residual concerns from the dream-not-dream-whatever-it-was that he still hasn't worked out and no one's really said much about to the point that he wonders if it really was just something he'd dreamt. At least so far as food goes, there's a lot of variety and who can pass up ice cream???

But the pool is where one can bet to find him at some point or another. The turtle's lounging in a suitably purple innertube floating at the calmer end of the pool, or alternatively later when there are less people in the water. He's drifted off to sleep despite the upbeat music in the background.


III. Extrovert only by music
One might not think to find someone like Donnie in the club setup, but that's where he is. His head's bobbing to the music, but that's the extent of his dancing for this event. Maybe it's just some lingering battle fatigue, he just doesn't feel up to pulling some moves on the dance floor no matter how much he loves the idea of a successful mission dance party.

It hardly seems like the place to relax but the turtle teen is apparently managing, tucked into a corner of the bar with a bowl of mixed with several snack offerings that he nibbles at while he enjoys the mix the DJ provides and plays with his communicator. No complaints about the music selection here. He might have to see if he can get copies of these tracks.

((OOC: Will match pose pref))

Layla El-Faouly | Moon Knight | OTA

[scarabwings]

II. Pool Party
Layla isn't actually in the pool, and it's easy enough to see why. While she hadn't been in the thick of the fighting, having been involved primarily with scouting and spiriting away captives, she hadn't escaped entirely unscathed, and the white-and-gold swimsuit she wears does nothing to hide the darkening bruise around her right shoulder, ugly enough to restrict her movement somewhat, if not enough for her to have done much more than ice it.

She does, however, sit on the edge of the pool, letting her feet dangle in the water as she sips at a glass of some glaringly scarlet local drink, and occasionally lifts a hand to wave at someone she recognizes. Take it as greeting or as invitation, as you will.

IV. Quiet Relaxation
While she braves the makeshift dance club long enough to find herself something a little stronger than tea, once she's had her fill of the pool and the buffet, Layla fetches up in the quiet room. She finds her way to the games are first, and claims a table set up with a board populated with a cluster of oddly-shaped pieces in an array of jewel-bright colours, and accompanied by a set of glass dice. She picks up one of the printed sheets to skim, and if anyone seems to be lingering in interest - or if someone she knows happens to pass by - she'll ask, "Want to see if we can figure this one out?"

Later, once she's had her fill of games, she can be found curled up in the library section, paging through a thick and ever-so-slightly-ragged looking book. She has, by this point, swapped alcohol for tea, the mug still wafting steam. Be nice, and don't startle her too badly.

Pool Party

[tarisian_cathar]

In part because being tethered to Harley has definitely lessened her desire for distance from others, she's there. She wears a one-piece that is not meant to be attractive, in a simple orange. But her physique, muscled and lithe like a dancer's, over fine fur, might alter that more than she'd notice.

"Friend Layla," she says, taking a seat next to her comrade-in-arms, looking at her shoulder.

"I see you had an...active time of things."

[scarabwings]

"Juhani, hi." Layla smiles, quick and welcoming, and rolls her left shoulder in a small shrug, the motion shallow enough that it doesn't jar the bruised right too badly. "A bit. Less than anyone on the assault team - the extraction went surprisingly smoothly."

IV

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

The sense of Steven approaching through their tether is oddly... bubbly. Not drunk-- probably not drunk-- but happy. Happier than after most missions. Happier than usual, that's definitely for sure. Steven is usually more cheerful than Marc, sure, but this is... more.

He might have gotten a hold of the wrong drink at some point, when Marc was too distracted or absent to warn him away from the offered beverages.

"Layla!" he exclaims happily when he finds her, and drops down to sit on the floor at her feet, leaning against her knees and the chair.

[scarabwings]

He feels like an ambulatory slice of sunshine approaching, and Layla feels her own mood - not bleak, but contemplative - lift as he approaches, like that bright joy is overflowing. It isn't enough to completely smother her flicker of concern, because she can guess what this is, having so scrupulously avoided it herself, but pushes it off to the margins of her mind.

"Hi, Steven," she says, and sets her book aside when he drops down to lean against her, her hand dropping to briefly stroke his hair before coming to rest with companionable lightness on his shoulder. "You're in a good mood."

Juhani | Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic

[tarisian_cathar]

In the Aftermath

Her healing abilities only have so much behind them, at least before it drains her own energy and she runs out of juice, as it were. But she's there to help, however she can.

And ignore the fact, please, that she's got blood on her Jedi uniform, has soot and dust all over her, and appears near exhaustion.

Pool Party

She would never have come, before meeting - and tethering - with Harley Quinn. But those facts have helped her to bend somewhat. She's wearing an orange, one piece swimsuit. She's not one for showing off, but given the pattern to the fine fur on her body, and the athletic, etched muscles - it's not without its charms, visually.

Strangely, she's considered how it might look in Harley's eyes. Which is strange, once she'd only have thought of Belaya, her former lover.

She's still a little bit at the fringes, though, sitting cross-legged on a lounge chair, with a small collection of fruits on an unfolded napkin.

For the Introverts

She's also ready to try games, especially games of strategy, with pretty much anybody - and when they aren't there, well.

She can be found in those times curled up with a book. What might surprise people is that she's focused on poetry, where she can find it.

[OOC: Happy to come up with custom prompts/starters! Drop me a PM or contact me on plurk at c_for_characters

Aftermath

[nouskaiananki]

Tech had done what he could. Thrown a wet tarp over his body, covered him when a few stupid soldiers tried to jump Vader. Eventually had to drag him away from the dragon's body because Vader had been bent on collecting the skin.

Tech had a basic field kit but other than pain relief, it didn't do much.

Vader was deeply affected by heat stroke, head pounding, muscles cramped hard, some blunt trauma from being thrown around with cracked ribs and internal contusions, 2nd and 3rd degree burns to his left shoulder and stump, on the outside and front, and deep 3rd and 4th degree burns on his stumps from cybernetics getting far too hot at their attachment points. Not to mention the all over 1st degree like a bad but not (yet) blistered sunburn covering what remained on his skin.

[tarisian_cathar]

And there he was, laid out before her. It was moments like this that she truly understood why the call of the dark side was so strong. Because in such a moment it would call to any Jedi; it would be so easily justified, after all - one quick stroke, to end his suffering. So many lives might be saved.

So many avenged.

She wondered, thinking back, if that is what Obi-Wan had felt, in that moment.

Even Malak was not so destroyed, she thinks.

There is a long moment of silence, now she is left alone with Vader. Or what's left of him. And then she holds out her hands, and the light side of the Force swells up within her, as it has so many times before; white light comes from her hands in gentle arcing curves, lancing into his form and beginning to do what they can.

She can't repair everything. He's far too damaged for that. There is no surgeon in the universe, she thinks, who could restore even half of what Vader has lost.

But what's left of his body won't be failing tonight.

aftermath

[jedied]

Once Rey's finished seeing to a few patients -- including coming over to offer her own help with Vader -- she spots Juhani still running around looking half-dead on her feet.

"Juhani, sit. You've done enough for one day, and the rest of them don't look like they need much in the way of healing."

Given the severity of some of the injuries that had come through tonight, Rey had reserved her own ability for the worst few; everyone else got help taping bandages and handed ice packs. She looks fairly exhausted herself even so, and could probably stand to take her own advice before she falls over too.

[tarisian_cathar]

She gladly does so, with a nod and a sigh, leaning her head back against a wall and closing her eyes for a moment.

"Friend Rey," she says, by way of acknowledgement. "You have been working hard, yourself?"

Bucky Barnes AKA the asset | MCU | OTA

[worthallthis]

I. Avoiding Medical

The asset was damaged during the fight. Not a lot, but enough that he hurts and just wants to sit somewhere quietly. By "not a lot", he got bitten a couple times by the hydra, shot once, and got some uncomfortable pulled muscles here and there around the metal arm. But it's fine, he's had much worse.

He's in the back of a hover-truck at the base camp site, curled around his aching flesh arm as he ties on pressure bandages himself, hoping nobody notices him and tries to drag him to the doctors. He can't handle doctors today.


II. Not A Raver

The pool is too open, but going inside seems even worse. There is a loud noise that might possibly be music, there are people constantly moving around him in strange and unpredictable ways, there are shouts and laughter and then he's wedging himself back into a corner to try and stave off the panic at everything happening all at once.

People think this is fun??


III. Back of the Room

Either he escapes the dance room or somebody coaxes him out, because now he's in the little library with all the games, and he's poking at the books trying to look calmer than he actually is. The books help. He's trying to figure out what the titles could mean the book is about, without actually opening the books. It's keeping him distracted, anyway.

Get close enough from a blind spot and you can maybe hear him reading the titles aloud under his breath.

I. doot de doooo

[tech_nically]

Bruises are something he can deal with. All things considered, Tech thinks he's still gotten off lightly despite going against a fire-breathing dragon and a mage who could likewise fling the same. But then he hadn't been the one taking the brunt of the attacks.

Once he'd managed to get Vader to have some medical attention, he'd had the worst of his own injuries seen to, namely burns to his forearm from having his bracer superheated by one angry fire mage. His adrenaline rush had long since tapered off, replaced by exhaustion, but he tries not to show it as he looks for a quiet place he can be out of the way, taking another gulp out of a canteen of water, still somewhat parched from the intense heat he'd had to endure.

It's testament to his fatigue when his initial reaction upon seeing the strangely familiar face in the vehicle that he can only stare, but perhaps that's more preferable to drawing a gun.

[worthallthis]

The asset glances up when he feels eyes on him, and he glowers a little, back. He recognizes the face, but he's also had a thorough explanation of the whole... fake dream simulation thing, so he knows it wasn't real. "I am not going to shoot you again," he says after a beat. "I know who I am operating for now."

This may or may not be reassuring.

Marc Spector+Steven Grant | MCU | OTA

[fightingevilbymoonknight]

I. Post-Mission Helper

Steven pretty much exhausted all his spell-energy for the day putting protective spells on people before they left, but he's got two hands and a lot of anxious energy, and he's at least halfway studied first aid. Well, he's read a book or two. And he takes instruction well.

So he might show up at your bedside (cot-side, pallet-side, barrel-side, whatever you're sitting on) with antiseptic and clean wipes. "Okay, let me get that cleaned up before the real docs show up, yeah?"


II. Straight for the Bean Bags

Marc didn't do a lot of the work during and after the mission, but his body did, and he is tired. There's no way he's going to sleep in here, but after leaving Layla to socialize, he disappears to the bean bag chairs with a book and a drink that he's doubly-sure hasn't been magically doctored.

He'll look up at the approach of a friend, though. "Hey. You here to sit for a bit?"


III. Juiced Up

Steven is more sociable than Marc, but he's still not sociable. Still, he emerges from the books and bean bags for a refill on their drink and to say hello to anyone who hasn't already found them. With Marc not paying attention to steer him clear, he manages to snag something alcoholic and, fortunately or unfortunately for them, leaving him more drunk off happiness than the booze.

So there's a beaming Steven drifting around the bar, out to the pool, then back in the direction of the books and games. "You all did so good!" he tells anyone who went on the mission, and even people who didn't. "Really, really good!"