TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

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

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[widows_kiss]

Well, there's plenty of us with our fair share of those. [Natasha gives her a wry grin, propping her hands on her hips.]

Would you like me to keep watch for you while you finish your meal?

[eversohungry]

No-- [Vastra says rather quickly. She clears her throat, trying to restore her usual polite air.] No I am a, ah, noisy eater. [She clears her throat again and her stomach makes a noise of protest.]

...I can eat something later. I do enjoy things humans eat.

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha crosses her arms over her chest and gives Vasta an unimpressed look, having heard her stomach rumble in protest.]

Finish your lunch. I'll stay out of earshot, if that will make you feel better. [She pauses to glance around, then points up to one of the higher buildings.] I'll be up there. Between the height and the storm effects, you'll be fine. Take your time. I'll call down a warning if I see anything approaching.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra stares at Natasha for a moment. Obviously, she can't argue with this.] ...are you certain you don't have any relatives from the East End?

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha just smirks at her before she uses a low-hanging branch to help her scale upwards once more.]

The east end of what? I suppose anything's possible.

[eversohungry]

London. Ah, nevermind. [Vastra looks listlessly back at the half eaten body, then back at Natasha. She calls up:] And you swear not to listen or look, Natasha?

[widows_kiss]

Bon appetit, Vastra. [There's humor in Natasha's voice as she calls back down to the woman, then swings herself up high enough that she'll be able to keep an eye on things and give her friend the privacy she desires.]

[eversohungry]

[Vastra looks disgruntled up at Natasha scaling upwards.] That's not the response I was looking for!

[She sighs and looks at the body again, waits for Natasha to finish climbing, then goes back to eating... But it does feel rather intimate and embarrassing to know someone could be watching.]

[widows_kiss]

[For her part, Natasha grants her the privacy she wants, keeping her word and finding the highest point as she keeps watch. The district seems quiet at the moment, which is a relief, because the fighting's been fairly intense all day. A short breather is nice. And the lightning strikes that touch down at random points of this district are a stunning thing to watch and try to predict. She'd always been fond of storms.

She waits and keeps watch, assuming Vastra will let her know when she's done, unless they get interrupted by cultists first. For the moment, it remains all clear.]

[eversohungry]

[Minutes go by, Vastra tries to keep as quiet as she can while eating. It's a messy process though, and a body doesn't exactly come apart quietly. Occasionally she looks up to see if Natasha is watching.]

[Soon, Vastra is straightening up and wiping her mouth again. She takes a deep breath and lets it out--yes, that is much better.]

Natasha dear? [Vastra calls upwards, then bends down to pick up the clothing and pack it into her bag for emergency situations. Because that's all that's left: clothes.]

[widows_kiss]

What, no dessert?

[There's still humor evident in Natasha's voice as she calls back to her and a moment later, she drops down off the wall to land in front of Vastra once more, an impish grin gracing her lips.]

[eversohungry]

[Vastra raises her brow slightly at the suggestion, thinks of an off-color comment to make, then lets it drop with a slight shake of her head.] No, not today. Perhaps tomorrow.

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha snickers quietly at that, letting her gaze sweep their surroundings.] Well, if you want suggestions, I can point out a few options for you. Can't guarantee the flavor though.

[She flicks her gaze back to Vastra with a crooked smile.] We should get back. It's a little too quiet here for my liking.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra shuffles awkwardly. Apparently there is something that makes her uncomfortable--talking about her diet with such levity, with someone who isn't her wife or Strax (who usually said something like 'Good show, human filth probably deserved it!').] I most likely will not need to eat again for another... [She clears her throat and finishes the sentence quickly.] Two days.

Yes, it is quiet. Though at least we shan't have to worry about his friends looking for a body...

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha doesn't miss that she's managed to unsettle the other woman, so she thinks a change in subject is probably in order, since that hadn't been her intent. Then again, she doubted Vastra had encountered many people who could joke about it so calmly. Most people were more squeamish than that.]

There should be a group set up outside the gate to this sector. I heard there were medics and reinforcements pushing up there this morning. I could use some more ammo, and maybe a bite to eat myself.

[eversohungry]

[YES NATASHA, MOST PEOPLE GET A LITTLE UPSET WHEN PEOPLE EAT OTHER PEOPLE. But I digress.]

[The fact that Natasha wants to eat, after potentially watching Vastra at her meal, is a bit stunning but Vastra manages to not gape. And help change the subject.]

Ah, that is good news. I could use a rest as well. What is it... mustn't go swimming after eating?