DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Fighting bad guys!
When: Today (after 12PM) to the 19th, in the evening
Where: The Mining Facility
Summary: It's an underground mine! And the Malnosso want you to kill and capture all the bad guys! Oh, but don't let the rocks fall on you. That could hurt.
Rating: B for BLOOD. Seriously. People are going to die. People have already died. We're not going to make it out of here. We're all screwed, it's Game Over, man!

Everything you need to know is listed here and also this way. If you haven't signed up yet and want to be on this draft, then go do it and stop being lazy!

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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...oh, Sayo. Nami drops a hand lightly down to push some of that hair away from her face, because she can't hug her rightn ow. Not with her wing like that.]

I'll find it. Okay? If you want me to, I'll go and look right now.

[memoryboxes]

[Even if she's without energy, she still reaches up to squeeze Nami's hand. She has to do that much.] Thank you, Nami-san. Thank you...

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Nami squeezes back and offers Sayo a smile, before she takes hold of Sayo's hand and sets it back on the woman's chest, giving it a light pat.]

I'll be back.

[And she's off to hunt your notebook down. Which probably involves asking around the camp to see if anyone knows where Sayo fell. 8|]

[memoryboxes]

[Considering her situation, she's surprisingly having a hard time keeping her eyes open. She doesn't sleep—not exactly. It's more like... being stuck in that moment of tiptoeing back and forth from sleep to awake... She's aware things are happening in reality, but she feels frozen in her bed.

Sigh... If only she'd been more careful... She wonders if they have enough cooks, outside.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[It takes Nami a while, in which she's filled in what actually happened while she was still out scouting. Figures. No place is safe on these drafts, huh? Maybe next time, Sayo, Nami or Sanji'll just arrange to take you with them wherever they go. At least that way they can be there.

The notebook she finds, covered in dirt and trampled underfoot, but miraculously free of the blood dried on the ground. Nami crouches there with it for a while, wiping it as clean as she can and shaking the pages free of excess dust and then smoothing out those first couple of pages so that it's only a little creased. It's a good hour before she returns, and if Sayo looks asleep she'll just quietly sit down with her, notebook in hand. She can wait.]

[memoryboxes]

[It's just a minute or two after she returns that Sayo blinks, returns to reality with a shaky breath. She can feel sweat forming a mask on her forehead, but it's hardly something she's considered with right now.]

Did you... find it?

[She spares herself pain by not sitting up this time, even if she wants to examine Nami's hands and lap for any sign of her notebook.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Nami holds it up immediately so Sayo can see it, and then holds it out so she can take it with a minimum of movement.] Yeah. It seems to have weathered the attack okay. Let me know if you're missing any pages.

[memoryboxes]

[She turns it shakily in her hands, studying it, flipping through the pages, looking anxious and hopeful and achy, and then with a breath she holds it close to her chest.] I-I think it's all there... Thank goodness...

[There's a pause as she looks up, eyes gray underneath.]

Was I... Has it been long? [she swalllows] Since I was hurt...

[Time is pretty warped, to her. She's not quite sure about it.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Just today. [She sounds apologetic. Just today means they're still on the draft, still however many days to go-- and Sayo has a long way to go in order to heal.] It's night time now, as much as the clock tells us.

You're gonna be in bed a while, Sayo. Just take it easy.

[memoryboxes]

[She closes her eyes and sighs shakily, before she manages a small, dizzy smile. Probably because her world still felt like it was spinning, stationary as she was.]

I'm sorry, Nami-san. I guess I'm just no good to you on these drafts...

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Don't be ridiculous. [This here is a faint scowl.] Whose cooking do you think I've been eating all this time?

[memoryboxes]

[She manages a small smile.]

Wasn't to bad, was it...?

[and a laugh]

I can always make sandwiches from my bed, here.

[... It was a joke, Nami. IT WAS A JOKE, SHE SWEARS.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[You're lucky because she assumes anyone who says that from a sickbed must be joking. 8| Unless their name is Sanji. Nami grins, anyway, kind of relieved that Sayo is at least smiling. Don't make her smack you for being so down on yourself, woman.]

I think you'd rather just take it easy. The faster you recover, the better off everyone will be.

[memoryboxes]

[She's not so sure everyone'll be that much better off; they can't probably cook food, you know. But she doesn't say this, because she's smart enough to know Nami will scowl at her and tell her off about this sort of thinking.]

I will... S-so don't worry about sticking around too long, Nami-san. You probably have things to do, without boring yourself at my beside, you know.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

I do have things to do. [And she slouches down even more, looking very much like has no intention of leaving.] I guess I'll let you know if I start getting bored.

[memoryboxes]

[She laughs weakly.]

Thank you, Nami-san. For being here.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Any time. [Just gonna... kind of brush your hair back a little. Sue her, she's worried, okay.]

Get some sleep if you want. I'll stick around a while.

[memoryboxes]

[She laughs softly at that.]

I'll... do my best.

[.....


It's just too bad that I can't really sleep. :|a]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Ssh, I don't know that until our next thread. >.> But expect Nami to get comfy right here for a while, one way or another.]

Need anything else?

[memoryboxes]

[... smile]

I'll be fine.

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

All right. I'm right here if you need me, though.

[Because Nami will happily doze right here with you for a while.]