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DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

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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The gel helped with that. Nothing's broken, anyway. [She's exhausted and sore, but there's no need to give the full list. She might have twisted something when she fell.

She glances back up to the top of the 'dome' they've found themselves in, briefly. The height's not too high, but it seems... stable.]

There's magic, but it would be a ...

[And that's when she finds herself in a vivid recollection, and she stops speaking abruptly.]

[Maybe Sheena wants the list. A list of minor problems helps convince her there aren't any major ones. She also looks up at their 'ceiling' and shudders. Stable now. If they move the wrong rock, the whole thing could really come down on top of them, and there's no telling how thick that pile of stone actually is]

I thought about waiting until we could just...blast it apart, but I dunno if- [That's a long and strained silence, and she squints down at Raine in the dim light] What happened?

[Her answer doesn't come immediately, but eventually, she tries to shake off the images. Or at least shrug them off. Doesn't help when she's already shaking.]

N-nothing. I was just... realizing.

Realizing what? ...Are you sure you're not cold?

[If she is, Sheena will take off her top upper layer and let Raine use it as a blanket. ...A torn and dirty one, but it's better than nothing. It's so warm in that space, though...that if Raine says she's cold, there's some other kind of problem.]

Maybe you should just sleep for a while or something. It's not like anything's gonna happen in here.

I'm not cold! ... And I should try to stay awake for a while. If I have hit my head. You... probably could use the rest.

[She attempts to situate herself so she's in a more comfortable position.]

I'm okay. Sitting here isn't so bad. ...Do you wanna lay down all the way?

... I might fall asleep if I did that.

I'd wake you up if anything started to happen. [Sheena shifts, too, trying to work around a sore spot in her back.] I'm really hoping someone comes down this tunnel and finds us.

[She coughs slightly again, but finally voices at least once concern.]

... and if I don't wake up?

Don't talk like that. You'll wake up. I think you've hit your head harder than that before.

I was already unconscious once. And ... you -- you had to ... [Finally, Sheena's words from just a few moments ago make sense.]

Well I dunno if I had to. ...I didn't know how else to help you. I can't find my bag and I thought maybe...you'd know better what to do. And anyway nothing's wrong, you said...nothing really bad.

[trying not to relive the moments when she didn't know - if Raine would wake up. If she could breathe.]

But I had to check, y'know?

Then... then we'll wait. Surely we couldn't have been that far from everyone else.

I guess it's up to you. ...You want some more water?

You need the rest too. Especially after that summoning... we don't know what's out there.

[But she'll nod to the water question. They probably should think of eating, too, but it's hard to have an appetite when everything tastes of dust.]

[Sheena knows she's tired. When she hands the water back to Raine, her arms feel like lead weights hanging from her shoulders. If the room allowed for standing, she wouldn't have been able anyway. That exhaustion usually takes her a day or two to lose.]

Taking a nap in here isn't gonna help me much.

It's not going to hurt either.

...I don't wanna leave you alone in here.

I'll be fine. I'll have another gel... that should help. Don't feel... obligated to push yourself because of me. We're both here together. All right?

'M not obligated. I wanna make sure nothing happens.

[The next sentence or two has to be abandoned and replaced with a fit of coughing.]

[She frowns, holding the water back out to Sheena... and then looking to find a gel for the ninja, instead.]

[Sheena takes the water, pulling her makeshift dust mask off her face once and for all and taking a bigger swallow than she intended. It helps; when she sets the water down on the ground, she doesn't open her eyes, leaning back against the wall instead. Not bothering to do anything about how her eyes are watering again.

She's out of energy. The toll of summoning when she was already worn and tired is very apparent now. Especially with that light on.]

[Raine will cautiously reach over to set one of the gels in one of Sheena's free hands. She's not sure of which flavor it is, but at least it'll give the ninja some relief.

Her headache is starting to flare up a bit more again, so her eyes won't be open for too much longer.]

[One eye opens. A gel. It's hard to tell what flavor, but it's gotta be a good one. So she eats it, closing her eye again and waiting for it to work.

She'll be out cold before it does.]

[She'll take one for herself too, trying to focus more on the flavor and less on the dust. And she might... turn herself so that she's not quite sitting up all the way, once she sees Sheena has fallen asleep.

Raine can tell what Sheena meant, now, that feeling of being alone while not quite being alone. How much longer would this air last? ... Not a pleasant thought to focus on either, and she winces as she attempts to shift back onto her side to rest.

First she'd just count the seconds, maybe the minutes that pass, trying to keep herself focused and conscious. Eventually, though, as the counting progresses to higher numbers and creative equations, she finds it difficult to keep up with completely, and her head aches.

And that sleep... beckons. She can't resist it's tug for much longer, despite that faint fear that still lingers.]

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