We're more than carbon and chemicals

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Have a girl sticking her head into the medical center, concern and questioning clear on her features. She's not injured -- or at least not evidently -- and she looks just a little harried and stressed.]

Hey. I came to see if you need anything?

[deathsdoctor]

Miss Alexis? You wouldn't happen to be packing a pot of coffee or two with you, would you?

[Good humour to ease the stress a bit. He promised Katara that he'd look after you if you came his way, and here you are.

Assessing doctor is assessing. You don't look obviously injured.]

But really, come in. Get out of all that for a while.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly she grins. It's a little strained -- okay, a lot strained -- but as she walks forward she opens the messenger bag slung over her shoulder and produces a thermos.]

It's not a pot or two, but I can offer a cup or two. Not as fresh as I would like, either. I got it this morning from the room.

[She hops up to sit on an empty bed, meeting his assessing gaze with a mild look of her own. Yeah, she sees that look.]

I smacked my wrist against the edge of a table earlier. It's the only injury I'm sporting, I swear. I'm not even sure it's going to bruise much.

[With that, she holds out the thermos. Relax, doc. Just for a moment. It'll be good.]

[deathsdoctor]

[You are an angel of mercy sent down from above. Coffee. *_*]

Oh, that doesn't matter. Coffee is coffee, and any is good. Thank you.

[So speaks the addict. Thermos gladly accepted. Relaaaaxing.]

Well, if it bothers you later, I'll be glad to take a look. Just be careful with it, alright?

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[Her smile is a little rueful.] Yes, sir.

[She opens the messenger bag and pulls a granola bar out for herself, and holds another out wordlessly for him.]

How are things going in here?

[deathsdoctor]

[Did he mention you are an angel? He has been going at it like a machine.

He had completely forgotten about little things like food.]

Oh, thank you again.

For the most part, things aren't bad so far. Nothing too concerning in the long run.

[Glancing at the curtained off rest area for the wounded. His knuckles lightly rap against some nearby wood.]

Most part anyway.

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

[She figures there's a few of you "no sleep, no eat, no rest ever" types out here. That's why she's prepared.

She glances toward the curtained off area and can't help the slight wince. She's getting better at this but... She won't lie: it's hard.]

Let's hope it stays that way then. [A pause as she frowns in the curtain's direction and then she turns back to him, tight smile in place.]

You know you can always call for an extra set of hands, right? I got two I'm willing to spare anytime.