Post-Event Reaction Log!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody
What: Post-Event Reactions
When: Today (and tomorrow too)
Where: Anywhere
Summary: Most of Luceti was back to their normal selves. Not only that, but they now remembered their trips to other worlds. So how 'bout that?
Rating: Whatever

This is for today and tomorrow, since not everyone will be fully reverted until then. Remember to tag your characters in!

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[fuckthemission]

[Ah, right. He holds up his arm, bringing down the sleeve to show little to no marks, flexes it back and forth.] Fit as a fiddle. Just a little sore, but I hardly feel it anymore.

[fleurdesel]

The one thing I miss from last week. [She huffs a laugh, reaching over to trace where marks would have been had he healed normally.]

Being able to heal.

[fuckthemission]

Seems like it'd be a pretty helpful skill for a doctor. [grin] Hey, you've got the... what were they again? Filial spirits? How about getting your mind wrapped around those?

[fleurdesel]

I have not had much luck with Nala, the healing spirit, before. Quieting my mind enough to hear her is not easy for me. But...it may be simpler, now.

[fuckthemission]

[He's chewing on something on his plate his stomach will reason with, eyebrow perking.] Simpler now that you're not busy? I've tried to listen before, but I guess I'm still too grounded in Earth logic to really work it.

[fleurdesel]

As was I. [She huffs a laugh.] No. The shift- after being a Jedi, or close to one, for a week; opening my mind to a filial spirit is not quite so strange a thought anymore.

[fuckthemission]

Oh, right. The whole 'force' thing, and all that stuff. Better hop on that before your other memories get too fuzzy.

[He pecks at his food, quiet for a moment; his own memories are pretty fuzzy, too. Now if he could only make the most hideous parts of it harder to remember.]

Try your hand at being a magical doctor. It's like an oxymoron.

[fleurdesel]

Some of the basics are remaining quite clear, actually. It is strange.

[That along with the fact she was given quite a few notes and journals on whatever her alternate self had deemed useful made forgetting more difficult.]

Something akin to military intelligence, yes?

[fuckthemission]

Ha, ha, very funny.

At least there's some good that came from you being one with the force for a week. Hopefully everyone else had some sort of bright side to all that crazy bull.

[fleurdesel]

One can only hope. [She lifts a shoulder and finishes her last bite of egg soaked toast.] As it is, many seem to be more in your boat.

For once I think I was lucky. I am now terrified of what that is going to mean for the rest of those that were effected by the same changes in shift.

[fuckthemission]

... Mn. [He takes a drink and avoids that can of worms, because he really doesn't want to think about what he remembered of Panem.] They might have a bright side. If not... hopefully most people can find some sort of... something in the fact that none of it was their real lives.

[fleurdesel]

Solace. Take comfort in the reality they have waiting for them- or the reality they have here.

[She mops up the rest of her egg with her bacon, chewing on it with a wince. Too rubbery. ]

...such as it is. [A beat.] How is your head?

[fuckthemission]

Even my migraine has a headache. But I'll manage.

[grumble grumble]

I was pretty gone last night, for a while. Made for an unpleasant wake-up call come morning.

[fleurdesel]

Water, aspirin. I am certain this is not your first time at this particular...what is the phrase? Ah. Rodeo. Failing that I've found a massage at the nape of the neck and base of the skull along with the application of heat relieves much of the tension that exacerbates migraines.

[fuckthemission]

[On the bright side of things indeed: Doyle smiles, this time very much a usual Doyle smile, even with the tiredness of his eyes. In fact, it's a teasing troll grin of sorts.] Does that mean you'll give me a nice massage, doc?

[fleurdesel]

[That pulls a soft laugh from her. It's low, rough from a late night in an unfamiliar environment, but warm all the same.] That depends. Are water and aspirin failing to alleviate your symptoms?

[fuckthemission]

[He raises his eyebrows, looking hopeful.] Maybeeee... Though, if you're one of those types who nearly break backs while you're massaging someone, I might say no. I'm trained for enduring torture, but that's just harsh.

[fleurdesel]

Some discomfort is required for a deep tissue massage but; that is not what I am referring to, here. I can say this much with certainty- I have never had any complaints or comparisons to torture.

[fuckthemission]

[Ha.]

Maybe it's a risk I'm willing to take, then.

[fleurdesel]

Treatment is not offered on the count of a 'maybe', Sergeant Doyle.

[fuckthemission]

Then it's a risk I'll be willing to take.

[unless i abort the mission and roll away with a kink in my neck]

[fleurdesel]

[A snorted laugh before she rolls her wrists and shakes out her hands. Plate set aside she nods for him to join her on the sofa.]

Risk away, Sergeant.

[fuckthemission]

[A beat, before he abandons the remains of his breakfast and flop down on the sofa. What's life without a few risks, amirite?]

No strangling allowed, either.

[fleurdesel]

If I have managed to refrain from strangling Stark, Sergeant, I'm quite certain you are safe from the same.

[Adele shakes her head with a half smile and turns, motioning for Doyle to do the same.]

I promise I'll be gentle.

[fuckthemission]

Doctor's honor?

[He smirks up at her as he turns, shoulders flexing under his shirt at the small effort. Your hands, do they even clasp all the way around. `_`]

Or else I'll cry and whine on the journal about how awful your massages are.