I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

[all7seas]

"Strawberry Jello."

Jack reached for her hand -- just a light touch.

[herotypical]

This time? She didn't retreat.

"Did you know that if you make it with soda, it stays all bubbly?"

[all7seas]

"Mmmm. I'll try to find the bubbly kind, then." Grateful for her not-running, the pirate leaned toward her. "And ice cream?"

[herotypical]

"Maybe we can work our way up to ice-cream with a nice, long pit stop somewhere around the soup."

[all7seas]

"Soup. I'm a lummox; should've thought of that first. I've an entire verse about how McCoy serves the wenches soup."

[herotypical]

"Wh-what?"

She felt as though she should understand what he was telling her. Something about a ballad, right? "It's -- don't worry about it."

[all7seas]

"Wish he was here to do for you now." Sparrow leaned forward and kissed her fingers. "Out here in space. I don't like it as much as I thought I would."

[herotypical]

She, too, missed Bones. His atrocious bedside manner would be a comfort right now. His steady hand and his grumble. Telling her she'd be fine reassuringly criticizing her freakish ability to have withstood this much violence already.

"It's...discombobulating. I'm not a fan."

[all7seas]

"Soon enough, eh? Soon enough I'll have you home. With me."

[herotypical]

"The sooner we get home? The longer I'll take to heal. On my own, I mean. I'm at a hundred percent out here. Remember?"

And so this whole disaster could easily have been much, much worse.

[all7seas]

It wasn't lost on the pirate. "One hundred. Aye." He slumped back in the chair. "Heal fast, eh?"

Maybe he could try more Nala-healing later.

[herotypical]

"And I need, uhm...not now but later. When I figure out what I should even say to him...

Later, I'll need Albert."

[all7seas]

".......Why?"

1/2

[herotypical]

"Because..."

Hell. Buffy's mouth had moved too fast for her mind. And now, she couldn't quite recall if she'd ever given any indication that she had been working on this effort with the strategist. Collaborating.

2/2

[herotypical]

"He'll want to know about it. He always...wants to know about these things. Record my big defeat for posterity."

[all7seas]

"I trust him about as far as I could thrust a blade into his gut," came the even reply. "So...eight inches.



He knew about it all, did he."

[herotypical]

[all7seas]

[herotypical]

"He knew enough."

[all7seas]

"Right. Well then....I'll summon him to your bedside, shall I? And then slip away elsewhere so you two can chat it up about this and that."

[herotypical]

"Later," she was quick to remind him. Buffy wasn't sure what she would say to Albert right now. Apologize, perhaps. Or simply deliver the new, inchoate plans that were already forming in her mind. Strength and purpose.

[all7seas]

"Later," he said glumly. Buffy still didn't trust him. Her words to him as he killed the dream shifter ran deeper than a delusion.

[herotypical]

"Though, I'd...prefer it if you didn't go sticking any blades in his gut when you do go. Please."

[all7seas]

"As always, Buffy Summers, I am very happy to oblige you. Very glad and happy indeed.

For now, though...prefer not to go far from you, really. If that's alright."

[herotypical]

"I'd also kinda prefer that. For now. Really."

Because she felt it had to be stressed. "Honestly."