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TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

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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Humor me.

[Her lips quirk as she wets a cloth from her pack and leans over him, lifting it to work at some of the blood on his brow with a quick and careful touch.]

Still in relatively one piece. Always a good state to be in.

I haven't met a person yet who likes being in more than one piece.

_{[ He let her dab at his face, grateful for the tenderness. At some point he had lost Spock in the scuffling, and he couldn't help but worry - but the man could take care of himself, this he knew. ]}

You look better as one piece anyways.

Good to know that not even this can keep you from flirting. [She flicks his nose with her fingertip in between working on cleaning him up, because he really is a mess. There's a gash on his forehead that's seeping a bit, but it doesn't look too bad once she gets it clean. She pulls out a small bandage from her med kit anyway.]

_{[ He wrinkled his nose at the flick, but just grinned and let her clean him up. She certainly had a better bedside manner than Bones, who would have hypo-d him by now. ]}

When I stop flirting you know something is really wrong with me.

[Her lips twitch as she secures the bandage in place with a careful touch before sinking back on her heels to regard him.]

Noted. Is there anywhere else you're leaking from?

Not anywhere I like to show off in public.

_{[ He shook his head and crossed his arm over his chest in a stretch, letting out a forceful blow of air.]}

This is all... kind of crazy, huh?

[She gives him a look at that, but allows him the topic change for the moment. She'll keep an eye on him, though. And won't hesitate to drag him to the healers too if she thinks he needs it.]

Yes. Crazy is a good word for it. Not exactly what we were expecting, is it?

No, not really. Romulans with a giant drill that can bore a hole to the center of a planet? Sure, why not? All this...

_{{ He shrugged his shoulders and stretched his other arm. ]}

No, I change my answer. That sounds crazy.

Really? I mean, it was different, but I guess at the time it was... to much to be considered crazy. Red matter, now that's some crazy shit.

[She settles back, taking a swig from her water bottle before holding it out in silent invitation.]

Sometimes things takes some very strange turns. It seems to be happening more frequently of late.

_{[ He took it with a nod of thanks and downed a couple of swigs before handing it back over, wiping his mouth with the back of a dirty hand and smearing gunk across his cleaned face. ]}

I'm kind of getting that. It'll be a hell of a thing to report back to the Fleet when we finally get out of here.

[She gives him an unimpressed look at that move and wets the cloth again before handing it over.] Here. You're still a mess.

And that's if you still remember what happens here when you get sent back to your fleet.

I am going to remember, I am going to report, and I am going to get this damn planet shut down and everyone returned home.

_{[ He said it deep and with fire, a promise to himself, to his duties and responsibilities as a captain of Star Fleet. ]}

[She glances over at him, faintly surprised by his vehemence, but gives him a faint smile and inclines her head.]

I hope you do.

_{[ He glanced at her and flashed a grin. ]}

I think you'd like it, flying through space on the Enterprise. Hyper-space is something to see.

[Her lips curve.] I think it would just be interesting enough to step foot on a spaceship.

Well, if we get the chance, I'll be sure to bring you on board. I can sort out the paper work about it later.

Paperwork. Good to know that not even the future can find their way through all the red tape.

It's the military, Natasha. Did you really think they'd give up on their precious red tape?

It's the future. Can you blame me for hoping?

No, I suppose not. There's less actual paper though, at least. Hard to mail that back and forth through deep space and all.

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