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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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[TENT SETUP, ORGANISATION GOGOGO]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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