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

[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."

[all7seas]

"Good. Our preferences, in this instance, are one and the same."

[herotypical]

"Doesn't happen often, but when it does..."

She sorta-shrugged before reaching for her water glass. "I'm sorry, Jack. That I didn't make the best use of the chance you gave me."

[all7seas]

"Sweet love? There's no call for apologies from you. Not a single one. You had the chance; you took it. It didn't pan out.




We try something else."

[herotypical]

After the minor mountain of glass-fetching was climbed, she drank gratefully. Deeper drinks, this time. Her voice was sounding marginally better.

"Assuming there's something else to try. I mean -- there's gotta be. But things just keep looking dire and direr." Another drink.

[all7seas]

The pirate waited to refill that glass. Her throat looked horrible. Terrible. Those bruises...

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. Not that you aren't looking dire right now, but love? You give me hope. Always have."

[herotypical]

"Hope." And strength and purpose, possibly -- but not the right kind. The General spoke of things which led to a penaltyless death. It was a code she now desperately wanted to crack. But it was likely too early and she was still too out of sorts.

"Jack, I..." Buffy shuffled awkwardly to one side of the bed. "How about you come join me? Up here? Please?"

[all7seas]

Carefully -- so carefully -- Jack climbed in beside her, so afraid to hurt her further. "Hope. Since the start. You." And it hadn't been the whole slayer package, either. It had been just her. Just Buffy Summers.

"Just you."

[herotypical]

She wasn't able to nuzzle near or wrap up in his arms. She was barely able to lean leftwards and touch her cheek to his shoulder. But some contact was necessary after the cool parting on the prior day and for how absent she'd been during the rescue attempt.

She took his hand in hers and frowned to see blood still under her fingernails. His, she thought. Or hers. Who could tell?

Hope. It was so antithetical to how she most often saw herself, still. "I don't know what to say..."

[all7seas]

His lips just brushed the top of her head. "Long as there's life? There's hope. And for you an' me, it goes beyond those bounds."

[herotypical]

It was a nice thought. She tried to espouse it. It was the sort of thing she could tell someone else and believe it wholeheartedly as she did but today? Today felt so far from hope.

"Just like a Hallmark card."

[all7seas]

Just like a whatnow?

"Dunno about this Hallmark fellow. Sleep now? I'll look after you."

[herotypical]

"I'm not tired," she lied.

[all7seas]

"I want to bring you home when we get back. Don't want to have to bring you to the clinic. Sleep.



Would a few verses of the Ballad of Leonard McCoy help to lull you?"

Another gentle kiss against her hair.

[herotypical]

But the dreams. She didn't want to risk their return. It was bad enough reviewing her mistakes in her conscious mind. Her unconscious was even crueller.

"...Go on, then. Serenade me."

[all7seas]

"Leonard McCoy, he romanced 'em;
Leonard McCoy cured their ills.
He knew how to dine 'em and dance 'em
And hypowhatsit 'em right in the gills..."

Jack kissed her again. It was hard not to.

[herotypical]

Buffy tilted her head back against the pillow. She wanted to refuse sleep, but she was tired. Not too tired to lay down some serious criticism, though: "People don't have gills. Not usually."

[all7seas]

"That's the rhyming bit. With 'ills,' you see." Very lightly he touched the side of her neck; there was an ugly bruise there. "Used to get me here with it."

[herotypical]

Although she didn't flinch, there was a certain tightening in her shoulders. "And I'm sure you deserved it every time. 'Cause he hardly ever got me."

[all7seas]

"I did.



Still my best mate." He removed his hand and changed tactics to a soft, rusty lullabye:

"Pirate ships, pirate ships, child; merry and bold, sparkling and rich, child..."

[herotypical]

Humouring him, she closed her eyes. Even that was only managed with accompanying pain. Buffy hadn't even been bedridden for a day and she was positively fed up with it. No patience for weakness.

[all7seas]

"....Not working, is it."

[herotypical]

"...What if I go back there?"

Didn't matter that there were no Shifters here. She was clinging to her consciousness, now that she had it. Complete oblivion was also preferable; however, it was that dangerous middle ground that she feared.