Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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[all7seas]

"The landing weren't the bad part, mate. The explosion were the bad bit." Jack tries to better focus in on his visitor. "You alright?"

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"A few bruises, but yeah, I'm all right."

Derek will smile a little when the pirate seems to be a little more clear in his vision.

"You're supposed to duck or jump when things go 'boom', man."

[all7seas]

"I DID jump, Derek! Just not...not soon enough." There had been the last crewmember to see off before he had tried to salvage the Elizabeth. And that was when he'd smelled the smoke.

"Tell me: I've heard talk of monsters. Were there sightings?"

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. Been busy keeping Hornblower's ship afloat and having discussions with our favorite winged jerks in the forest. I can ask around if you want."

He'll glance at all the bandages again. "Anything working all that?"

[all7seas]

"Hornblower's ship, eh?" The pirate grumbles and tries to get into a more comfortable position. "I don't feel much; McCoy's got me on several different kinds of hypowhatsit."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, guess they needed someone not quite so keen on making their lives hell."

Derek help, but he's pretty sure, drug cocktail or not, if he touched the wrong place, Jack would definitely be feeling it. Burns are nothing to mess with.

"Probably a good idea. They going to try healing you up a little more, or are they gonna let nature take it's course?"

[all7seas]

"Mia's been by; she's...rather amazing, actually. Felt like a cool wave washing over everything. Sort of like surfing, really..."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"...Mia?" Derek's not sure he's met Mia before.

"Healer, huh?"

[all7seas]

"Aye; beautiful little healing-type. Could've used more of those on this mission, eh?"

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"There's never enough healers. Or medics. How long before you;re back on your feet?"

[all7seas]

"Dunno. McCoy mentioned something about a few days in the clinic and then two or three weeks to recovery. Not sure I liked the sound of that, though."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"If they can't heal it any faster, that's actually a pretty decent time. Burns are nothing to fuck with. They get infected easy."

[all7seas]

Infection was NOT something the pirate wanted to deal with. He'd seen limbs cut off from gangrene before; not pretty.

"Aye, mate---surely there'll be some peace afforded us after we make it home."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"At least until the new feathers show, yeah."

Derek's seen infection before, and he'd have to agree; even living in a world where there's medicine readily available to take care of it if it doesn't go too far, it's still a nasty business. He's hoping Jack has the sense to at least listen to the people putting him back together enough to not risk it.

"Buffy been by recently?"

[all7seas]

"Aye, she...I don't like her seeing me like this. She worries about me, Derek."

No one has ever worried about him in that way before. Ever.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"...You think she's the only one?"

Newsflash, Jack. You have friends here. Real ones. And real friends worry.

[all7seas]

"I...right.




Not used to that sort of thing, Derek."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know. And it can get weird when it happens. But, you know, this is what happens when people give a shit."

A slight smile.

"Enjoy it while you got it."

[all7seas]

"I heard that angry turtle were sent home." Changing the subject from a personally uncomfortable one to one that, at least, revolved around a kind of communal discomfort. "Friends with him, were you not? Sorry, lad."

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

Raphael.

Derek looks to the ground, suddenly uncomfortable himself. He and Raph hadn't spoken in some time, really. Not since his infection had gotten really bad and he'd had to leave the house. The few times they'd spoken since then had ended in frustration and silence. There'd been no resolution to that.

Never would be, now.

"It happens. At least he's...back where things make sense for him."

[all7seas]

"And how's smart, betraying turtle handling it all?" Somewhere under the total resentment of Donatello was a regret for the young turtle. They had, after all, been...well, not friends. Never friends. But allies of a sort, and drinking buddies once upon a time.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"All right, I guess. Haven't talked to him much lately. Seems to be all right for the most part though."

[all7seas]

"Trust him, do you?" Such a casual question.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

"As much as I trust you. Like family."

Casual it may or may not be, but the questioning is starting to make Derek edgy.

[all7seas]

"Ah." And that was neither a positive nor a negative "ah"; just an acknowledgment. The pirate was forever drawing invisible lines in invisible sand. It was sometimes even more difficult to keep up with such things as shifting alliances in Luceti than it was in the constantly-shifting pirate scene back home.

But being ill and laid up as he was, Jack decided, was no time to go into that kind of issue. He'd heard Derek's word on the matter. It was good information.