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

[frost_jewel]

You can do exactly that until you've recovered enough to do something.

[She has almost no issues with freezing him in place. It would be temporary. And cold. ...It's not likely though, she'd have a hard time actually doing that to someone.]

Continuing to strain yourself is not helping your argument. Rest. If you really feel better in a few hours you might be able to assist us in here.

[She's not irritated really - just worried, and meaning what she says.]

[selfhelp]

[He's a stubborn one, that much is certain, so at her words he merely scowls, sliding one foot awkwardly off the bed. With a bit of awkward shifting he manages to get his hands together, eyes clenching as he starts up a chant. If he can't walk there, dammit, he'll fly.]

IwanttobeoutsideIwanttobeoutsideIwant-

[Normally, he'd chant until the spell finished. Normally he'd be gone in a matter of seconds. Normally he'd have some juice left to get him moving again.

Now? His hands spark, flare with a brief inner light, then fizzle like a burnt out light bulb, leaving him sitting there, stunned and feeling foolish. Then he feels a drop on his hand and looks down to notice that, oh, his nose is bleeding again.

.....Oh.]

That... wasn't supposed to happen.

[You know what? He's just. Going to lie back down now. And not do that again.]

[frost_jewel]

[While she doesn't dive for the tissues, it's pretty close. She'll help him clean up his face again with a worried frown.]

What was that? [Other than disobedient.]

[selfhelp]

Um... apparently nothing.

[Billy presses the tissues against his nose, brows furrowing as he gazes up at his free hand. Nothing. No magic at all. He can't even feel it.]

Sorry... you might be on the right track about the resting thing...

[frost_jewel]

Every so often, healers do say that for a reason.

[She's teasing, very gently, patting his shoulder in sympathy. It's hard to sit and wait and wonder about everyone else. She knows.]

Do you want me to bring you some water? [If he mentions feeling sick she would not be very surprised at all.]

[selfhelp]

[Billy lies there quietly for a moment, lost in thought - his magic's gone, drained, dead, is it coming back? Will sleeping help? What does he do now? - but her question snaps him out of it, and he glances over at her, her words making him realize how thirsty he is.]

Ah... yeah. Thanks, actually, that would help. [He swallows hard. Rest. Rest and food and time. It'll come back. It'll come back...] ...A lot.

[frost_jewel]

Of course. Stay here, this time, and I will be right back.

[He is clearly thinking hard about something, because the look in his eyes is different from the half-there glaze he wore a little while ago. Perhaps she can find out what it is.

Returning with a glass of cold water, she offers him help in sitting up enough to drink some of it.]

If, after a while, you start to feel ill, you really need to say something.

[selfhelp]

Will you hold my hair back if I throw up?

[It's said in a vaguely joking tone, at least, and he accepts the water gratefully, trying not to drink it too quickly and make himself sick. Because that would not be good.]

[frost_jewel]

If it comes to that, I would certainly.

[She hopes it doesn't - for his sake. Getting himself sick will just create complications.]

[selfhelp]

Well, it's not in the game plan. [He's downed about three-quarters of the water before he gives himself a break, slumping back against his pillow.] Thanks... that helped, I think.

[frost_jewel]

[If being sick was in his game plan she would worry that much more.]

I'm glad. Do you agree to stay here and rest, now? [Otherwise she will not leave him alone.]

[selfhelp]

It looks like I don't have much choice, at this point. [It's reluctant, but after a moment's consideration, he finally manages a small smile.] But yeah, okay. I'll stay here until I feel better.

[frost_jewel]

Good. I'll be back to check on you in a little while, but please ask anyone helping here if you need anything. I know it isn't the best place to be right now.

[selfhelp]

Mm... got it. Thanks. [Billy lifts his hands to tug the headband and cape off, discarding the former while bundling the latter beneath his head, then curls back up to have a rest. He'll be out pretty quickly; he obviously needs it.]