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There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

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Like this? You'll miss. You'll pass out in your nest and the next name that comes over that radio will be yours and I can't-

[Bear the thought of it. Not now.]

You are going to lay the fuck down and go the fuck to sleep; if I have to tie you to the bed to see it done? So be it.

I don't miss.

[The way she breaks off tells him all he needs to know. They've lost too many people and she's been watching them all while she works.

Not to mention that he knows she's right. He can probably keep going for a few more hours but after that there's pretty much nothing short of high grade amphetamines that'll keep him awake.]

Alright. You're right. I'll sleep. And really, tying me up would give people the wrong idea.

[For a moment she almost ran with the joke. It'd be so very easy, and maybe he'd give a little crackle of a laugh-

Adele shook her head instead and wiped at her eyes. Stress. It was just stress. Not grief. She's fine.]

What's a little bondage between friends?

[Alright. One joke. One weak, tired little joke- better this than handcuffs. Different enough she shouldn't feel bad about comparing them.]

A little death.

[His lips curve up in a small smile, but it's strained and not really all that amused.]

You got a room I can use? Or I can find a corner somewhere.

[That. That was terribly forward and more than enough to pull a startled twist of laughter from her.]

I've a room, a proper bed. This way.

[She hasn't let go of his collar. Won't for a moment more while she starts walking. Almost as if she's afraid he'll shake himself loose and run out on her anyway.]

[That's better to hear. It isn't a happy sound, but it's miles better than her crying.

He's a little bemused by the fact that she's dragging him around by his collar, but too tired to fight it when they have the same aim anyway.]

I don't think I've been so happy to see a mattress in my life.

A clean one, even. With sheets and blankets and everything. Truly this is the greatest of our accommodation in Château de Enfer.

[Once in the room she lets him go. Hovers by the doorway and leans against the wall to wait. She's tired and tense and resigned. Ben won't leave while there are Lucetians here. The bomb will go off if there is no cure. A cure is highly unlikely at the moment.

She's going to run, and he's going to die.]

At this point, it could be the Radisson and I wouldn't care as long as it had a bed.

[He drops his stuff and kicks off his boots before slumping down on the bed. No point getting undressed when he might have to be up at any moment.

He turns to look at her, the expression on her face.]

How are they?

[He leaves it vague, who he means. Pepper and Tony, Rogue, Obi-Wan and Luke. More people than he'd expected the list to include.]

...alive. That is the extent of my knowledge. The bulk of the work is being done in the hospital or the lab, here, contact with others is sporadic at best...Ben hasn't checked in with me for over a day.

[Pepper. Tony. Ami. Her lips twist and she meets his eyes. Despair had come and gone, he's seen that. This is cold. Hollow. She's here because she must be here and what little fire she's left is gone entirely.]

[He lets out a slow breath and nods.]

That's the best I can hope for, I guess.

I could go find him, if you wanted. Take a message.

Nothing I would have for you to tell him would be kind.

[Silence was better than raging at a man for continuing to hold the very qualities she found remarkable in him in the midst of all this.]

Right.

[It gives him pause, but it's not his place to get involved.]

Anything else I need to know?

[He can't help it. He can't just switch off when he feels like he should be out there working.]

You're aware of the bomb threat, yes?

[Not exactly conductive to sleep, but he'd be upset with her if she'd had him sleep without informing him.]

[He nods slowly, remembering the broadcast even when he'd been hunting.]

We don't find a cure, they bomb this place and everyone left.

You planning on heading out?

They have the last survivor of the previous outbreak in the hospital and are using him to formulate a cure. I do not know how much longer it will take but...

[Time ticking down and there are so many she needs to get out of the enclosure before then.]

Yes. I'm not going to die here. Not for this.

We're short on time. We need that cure, well, now.

[He closes his eyes for a moment. He is exhausted, but he's still not convinced that he should sleep.]

I'll catch you there then.

They'll come through, or they won't.

[She shuts off the lamp in the corner- it was that or walk over and tug a blanket over him. This was safer.]

Good. I'll be angry with you if you get yourself killed by staying to long.

Really hedging your bets there, Adele.

[He watches her and then reached to pull a blanket over himself, curling up beneath it, his gun and bow within easy reach if the worst should happen.]

Got no plans to die. Not today.

I don't gamble for a reason.

[It's low, slightly bitter, but not at all connected to the current situation. She steps out and looks back over her shoulder to him with a softness in her eyes that may or may not have been intended for him.]

Sleep well.

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