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[analyzing]

Who: Draftees + makeshift med clinic volunteers. You want to jump in? C'mon in!
What: Treating the draftees. Got an injury? Dehydrated? Come here.
When: 12.01 am on the 7th onwards.
Where: Plaza.
Summary: Treatment! Healing! Resting! Do you really want to weave your way back at 12 am?
Rating: Could get bloody....?
Miidnight and whenever the draftees find themselves back in Luceti, there's a med tent waiting out in the plaza. Need a doctor? Need a healing? Or perhaps you just need a warm drink?

Come on over.

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SETUP

[analyzing]

[TENT SETUP, ORGANISATION GOGOGO]

Re: SETUP

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Strictly speaking, Tsuzuki should have read the manual first. Instead he focused on instinct and hopes he knows how to get a tent up. Hanging from a line, he attempts to belatedly read the manual that's lying on the ground.]

How long do you think we have before they come home?

[analyzing]

[Calling from the ground--]

Maybe another half a day! Do you need some help?

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[He flaps his wings rapidly, hoping that the wind would help him pull himself down. Not so.]

I wouldn't say no!

[unbalancedsoul.livejournal.com]

[Aella hadn't bothered to respond to the original call: didn't feel a need to, because this was pretty much a necessity from what she had been told of combat, right? And doctors should always respond in situations like this. There wasn't a point in a roll call in her mind.

So she's lugging in a few small boxes of various powders and medicines, as well as supplies she nabbed from the battledome clinic. ]

[analyzing]

[And there's a tent being put up in the middle of the plaza...or at least, in the midst of being put up if you consider that one guy hanging off a line right at the top. Rise will look over at Aella's approach with her supplies.]

Hey. Are you here to help out?

[unbalancedsoul.livejournal.com]

Of course I am. [She'll continue walking until she gets close enough to the sight of the set up to place them down.] You need doctors, right?

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Once the tent is put up, Tsuzuki has some free time to socialize before the draftees come home.]

Do you need any help?

[eighth-strike.livejournal.com]

[If Hinata's late to this, it's only because she was trying to scrounge up whatever supplies she could find. This helping healers thing isn't what she normally does back home, nor what she pays attention to, but... It's something to do, it's the only thing for her to do since she wasn't drafted.

So she is there, late and with a small backpack full of supplies, clutching it to her with far more force than necessary. Nervous, but more than ready to be sent wherever could use the help. ]

[analyzing]

[Rise's been keeping an eye out for people arriving at the plaza since she's arrived and it doesn't take her long to spot Hinata. One thing stood out during their earlier conversation was her...well, Hinata's eyes, so she's pretty sure she has the right person.]

Hey. Are you here to help set up?

[eighth-strike.livejournal.com]

[ Oh hey! Someone who looks like they know what's going on here. Because she entirely doesn't... And also someone whose voice is familiar in a 'just spoke to you not too long ago' way.

She smiles and nods. ]

Yes. Um, wherever you need the help at.

[tvorcrash.livejournal.com]

[This gray-haired boy will be at least jotting down all the supplies, and making sure nothing's missing. If anyone wants to bother him, feel free to poke the guy or something. Anything will work. :|b]

[analyzing]

[And Rise's worming her way into everything! It's canon, man.]

Senpai, progress report!

[tvorcrash.livejournal.com]

[Have a somewhat cheeky smile. He wouldn't have this any other way.] Things are going smoothly so far. Everything's where they should be.

[mischiefbreeder]

[11:59 PM... Gold was in the rainforests, surrounded by third party soldiers, ankle-deep in mud and rain beating down on him. Due to the weather, Explotaro was in its Pokéball, unable to fight properly because of the rain. Aitaro was fine, and Politaro was thriving, but with the strongest member of Gold's team out of the picture, things were going to be tough. The odds were stacked against them.

12:00 AM... Gold was no longer in the forest, but in the... plaza of the village? What? Those Malnosso actually bothered to pull them out? That was the only thing he could figure, at least. Dripping wet and caked in mud, marred with scratches and cuts, and his clothes tattered. Cursing under his breath, he was too tired to even recall his other two Pokémon.]

...Tch... Sonuva...

[12:01 AM... Gold fell over backwards in the plaza, collapsing, his fatigue finally catching up to him.]

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[DEAR GOD

that



I'm just...gonna move you so you don't get stepped on okay

Mewtwo does so, lifting Gold psychically and depositing him where he's less likely to be landed on by the other arrivals.]

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[...and then he sits down and uses Recover on himself, waiting for someone to come and attend to Gold.]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara got the call that another one of her friends was here and needed help - but when she sees Gold and Mewtwo, she can't just pass them by.]

Is everyone okay here?

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

Hrrm!

[The glow fades from Mewtwo, cuts and scrapes sewing themselves back together in its wake. Yeah, he's feeling that power limit.

He gestures towards Gold, still catching his breath.]

[endgames]

[Disorientation. One minute he's moving as fast as he can through threes and rain and mud and he can hardly see, and the next...

Well it's still raining.

But it's still and it's quiet; everything coming to a grinding halt and he feels something like nausea, as his brain speeds to catch up with what his head already knows.

The village. They're back. Early at that - fatigue hitting him like a sledgehammer now, even then he can't help but laugh as he realizes that. Home early means they're out of danger early - which means no one else has to die or get hurt. That's a relief.

...now he just needs to know who's still alive.

It's harder to walk straight, as the adrenaline that was keeping him going wears off. He stops when he comes to a building, leaning his weight against the corner as he looks through the alley. It looks like they were getting something set up in the plaza... he can see people moving around there. Medical tent? That's nice. It seems like a place to watch for anyone else to show up: Chouji and the others.

Problem is, he realizes, as his grip on a brick of the building turns right trying to keep himself upright, he's not going to be able to get there. Out of chakra. He can barely even move now.

But this is okay too, he thinks, as he lets himself drop. He can watch for them just fine from here.

At least until he dozes off, sixty seconds later.]

[markofthebrave]

[That is an excellent way to give a girl a heart attack, you know. Attempting to support a building while looking a shade paler than gray means that Katara is rushing over as soon as she spots you.]

Shikamaru - wake up.

[She's still a few steps away from him as she says this, knowing enough not to want to sneak up on a ninja.]

[endgames]

[Might not be such an issue today. He doesn't react - not at first, at least. He's tired in places you wouldn't think would be possible. It takes several seconds for what those sharp ninja senses to catch up to him again, dulled as they are by exhaustion but eventually he twitches; moves his head.]

[seleniahymn]

[Everything was so much more quiet now, although rain still fell around her. It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer fighting alongside Frey and Sheena on the defensive lines, trying to keep the Third Party from reaching the base camp where the injured were. The abrupt return to the village tonight had been nothing like the draft before.

Her first thought is to make her way home, to ensure Nephry knew of the Fon Master's condition and that he made it back safely. Unfortunately the deep wound at her side is protesting any sort of movement on her part.]

[healedbythelight]

[Like all other volunteers, Cheria has been waiting for the draftees to return from the battlefield. She couldn't stand knowing that they'd been out there for so long, fighting for everyone's sake, while she herself hadn't been able to do anything. Helping them now was the least she could do to repay them, even if their participation wasn't voluntary.

As soon as she spots Tear kneeling on the ground, she rushes over to the woman, ready to inspect her for any injuries.]

Are you all right?

[seleniahymn]

[Tear glances up to get a look at the person addressing her, not recognizing her. But the look on her face didn't seem like one that would be on the face of an enemy, so she has no reason to be more cautious than she should be.]

... Please, if you could... [Her hand moves to her most dangerous wound, trying to stop the blood flow.]