lucetilogs | In the jungle, the mighty jungle...

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In the jungle, the mighty jungle...

Who: All Draftees
What: Final day of the draft
When: June 6th, Monday
Where: The Jungle!
Summary: Things just went from bad to worse.
Rating: Could get bloody!

On the final day of the draft, the rain will kick in early in the morning. Unfortunately it only seems to get thicker and doesn't stop as the day presses on. In spite of the horrid conditions, the Third Party doesn't seem deterred. Their own Shifting is enough to provide personal canopies to keep the rain off them. Far more Elites have joined the battle and a whole new wave of soldiers seems to have entered the battle. Despite three days of nonstop fighting, their forces seems to be just as strong, if not more so by the horrid conditions. The constant rain, overflowing rivers and streams, and muddy waters is no deterrent for the Third Party, not even in flight.

Save for some brief periods where the rain lets up, it will continue like this until midnight, at which point the Malnosso will warp them all back to Luceti, even in the middle of fighting. After all, there's no point leaving them to a battle where the conditions continue to stack against them.

(From this post: During the last day, some of the Third Party will be converging around the base and take advantage of the weather to attempt a full assault. Traps will be sprung, mines will go off, and much chaos will be had. Things will be dank, miserable, and horrid out there, but they aren't going to be sitting ducks out there.)

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[Jack will take off his coat, which he put on as some protection from the rain, and lower it down to the other man as a makeshift rope.]

See if you can grab onto this, man!

[ hell no. he's a doctor first and a MacGyver enthusiast second. or not at all really, but he knows a coat when he sees one. ]

Put it back on, you idiot! I can climb back up.

[So the pirate pulls the muddied coat back up.]

I'm NOT quite convinced of that, Bonesy! But do as you will.

Last thing I need is you catching a cold and hanging the damn thing over my head... [ McCoy is grumbling and trying to make his way back up with that ruined hat on his head, which means everything must be fine with the doctor. ] ... sick of people running around and not taking the necessary precautions...

A cold? We're in the jungle. It's hotter than a Tortuga whore. A cold is not what I'm goin' to catch, McCoy.

Hurry it up, I'm wetter than ever!

It's the rain, you thick-he-- [ it probably wasn't the best time to get into an argument with Jack as he slips down again. ]

[And too bad Jack was standing so near the edge; the ground gives way beneath him, dislodging more mud and rocks and one surprised pirate down on the doctor below.]

BUGGER!

[ oh, that silhouette in the rain can only belong to one man and McCoy attempts to dig his feet into the ground and brace himself to catch the pirate. a difficult feat to accomplish with mud, rocks and Jack Sparrow flying at him from above and he grunts. ]

[Have one rather slippery, muddy, disgusting, sweaty, happy pirate, McCoy.]

You saved me, Bonesy!

Edited 2011-06-12 00:19 (UTC)

[ hygiene isn't really on his mind right now -- although being caked in the sludge and mud and despair from above has put a bit of a dampener on his already bad mood and he wipes at his face uselessly with the cuff of his jacket. ]

Hell, I don't know what's down there, Jack. [ McCoy admits tetchily and looks back over his shoulder. ] But I wasn't about to let you find out for me.

Looks like more jungle to my eyes, brother. [The pirate peers into the woods. Jungle masked things, and he didn't like that: hidden quicksand, cursed temple ruins, wild-river gorges, waterfalls, cliffs.]

[ alarm bells had been ringing in his head when he first heard about this rainforest and he can only imagine what awaits them in the jungle and he side-eyes the pirate. ] What're we going to do? I need to get back up there.

We can either hunt about for a way round this horrid yet also rather fun SLIDE.......oooor we can try to climb back up the way we came. Vines, perhaps...

I'm not sliding, anywhere. [ McCoy scowls and cranes his head to look up at the way they both fell. lifting the brim of his hat yields no results. ] I don't see anything.

Then go 'round we must, McCoy. Here, allow me...[he opens his compass]....looks like we should proceed in a that-way direction.

... Can you trust that thing?

[ compasses. how medieval. ]

With your life, McCoy. [That was a joke.]

[ McCoy has hung around with him long enough to pick up on his macabre sense of humour. hopefully. still, he is sceptical and gestures to the pirate. ] Lead the way.

Onward it is, then, in this blasted bloody rain. [Jack takes the first few steps into the jungle, cutting down any plants that get in his way. His sword isn't great as a machete but it gets the job done alright.]

[ and McCoy has... nothing. well, except for the small satchel around his waist reminiscent of the ones used on Starfleet away missions, but nothing that he can use to fight off any predators.

it makes him nervous and he mutters under his breath. ] Predators and airborne infections around every tree... I hate this place.

Do any of us love it? I think not. Also, I do believe I now have some sort of toe fungus.

[slice, slice---the jungle is thick, here.]

You haven't got onychomycosis. [ a beat follows that quick dismissal as he bats away at the leaves. ] And if you do, I can probably fix that.

I...shall walk faster, then. [You can fix it LATER, McCoy; Jack does not want to be hyposprayed so far from safety.]

Here---your turn with the sword, eh? I'm only human after all.

[ ... ]

Give it here.

Here you are. [He hands it over.]

Try not to have a leg off in the process. Just trees and leafy things, McCoy. But if you see a salamander, spare it for me!

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DAMN IT

XD you want to delete/repost?

NO! WE MUST GO ON!

ONWARD!

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