TERRACE Draft - Day 1

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[gleamed]

[ Rapunzel is, in fact, one of those doctors and/or healers setting up shot. She's keeping a close eye on everyone who comes in, so when she spots Rachel, she is quick to assist. ]

Oh, Rachel! What's the matter?

[xenamorph]

[... Oh, hell. They brought her here? What kind of a sadist would drag a kid like that into a war.

Y'know, aside from Elfangor and his own son.

... Well. That was a nice bitter thought.]

"Uh. Nothing. Just, um..."

[Just pale, sweaty, feverish, nauseous, and with a headache big enough to haul freight with.]

"Just kind of tired, I got here straight from a mission."

[gleamed]

[It sure doesn't look like nothing. ]

Do you need something to eat? To drink? You don't look very well at all.

[xenamorph]

"I think it's just-"

[She wobbles ominously. Oh, that isn't good.

Finally she decides to bite her pride and slump to the ground before she falls over.]

"Just the height, that's all. I'll get over it..."

[gleamed]

Oh! [ Rapunzel kneels down to her side. SHE IS NOT BUYING THAT. ] Here, let me help to a seat, at least.

[xenamorph]

"It's just a little altitude, sickness, I'm fine."

[She turns her head to face Rapunzel a little too fast, and her head throbs unpleasantly, causing her to wince and grit her teeth.]

"... fine. But don't go babying me."

[gleamed]

I'm not babying. I just want to make sure you're in good health for tomorrow. Where do you hurt the most?

[xenamorph]

"Uh..."

[She considers that question for a moment and answers, as concisely and accurately as possible]

"...yes."

[gleamed]

[ ...Aha. Maybe her hair isn't the place to start then. ]

Would you like some water? You should lie down.

[xenamorph]

[... water... actually sounds really good right now.

In fact wasn't that a big cause of altitude sickness?

Grudgingly, she nods and murmurs]

"Please."

[She does not, however, lie down. As tempting as it sounds.]

[gleamed]

[ Rapunzel flies off to get a glass of water, only to return a moment later, holding it out for Rachel. ]

Here. Drink this. It will help.

[xenamorph]

"Thanks."

[She does drink it. Gratefully.

Also entirely too fast. Oh that sucked. That sucked a lot. She slams the glass down, wincing in pain.]

"... Ugh, that was a mistake."

[gleamed]

[ Oh. Oh dear. ]

Here - I really think you ought to lie down.

[xenamorph]

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, lying down sounds good."

[There's pride and then there's willpower, and she's out of the latter.]

[gleamed]

[ Rapunzel offers her an arm, gesturing toward a nearby cot. ] Alright. Let's get you over there.

[xenamorph]

[She complies, out of sheer exhaustion, and doesn't so much lie down on the cot as flop.

Face down. Like a champ. Apparently even when she's complying she can't stop being difficult.]

"Sorry. Normally I'm not such a whiner."

[gleamed]

[ Rapunzel can't help a small snicker at that. She had infinite patience on her side. ]

You're not the only one feeling sick. Don't feel bad.

[xenamorph]

"Yeah, I just don't like feeling weak."

[She sighs and rolls onto her side, eyes already starting to drift closed.]

"Thanks, though. You're a nice kid, y'know?"

[gleamed]

[ Rapunzel smiles warmly at that. ]

Thank you. I'm glad I could help.