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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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Life is uncomfortable--case in point. [Vastra arches an eyebrow and leans a little more on Bucky.] However I won't begrudge you your delicate nature. Natasha would be ever so disappointed if I did her work for her. [She grins as well.]

Fair enough - hey! Two more inches and you're buyin' me dinner, lady. [He doesn't pull away, just wraps his arms around his knees.] Natasha would be thrilled to have a...

[Bucky pauses, obviously listening. He thought he heard something but it's hard to be sure over the storm shaking the place up. He shakes his head after a moment, but when he speaks again his voice is low.] You hear something just now?

Fair enough. [She grins and leans harder--mostly because she's starting to feel the warmth come back into her body and wants just a little more contact and heat. Dinner would be worth it.]

[Though when Bucky pauses to listen, Vastra does as well, sliding back from Bucky until she's sitting upright.] That wasn't the storm?

[Bucky looks just thrilled about being pressed a little closer. The contact doesn't bother him so much as the cold leeching into his bones, but if Vastra was fighting Cultists like that, he figures he can stand five more minutes.

When she moves away, he pushes the coat off his own shoulders and leaves his half for her. He snatches his knife and stands in the same smooth, silent motion.] You okay to move? I think we're better off gettin' out of here than finding out.

I suspect you have given me about thirty minutes of active time. [Vastra slides her arms into the coat and picks up her sword. Sliding easily behind Bucky, to guard his back, her eyes dart around the room looking for the intruder.] How close is a warmer temperature? We can't keep hiding our heads in the sand forever.

It'll have to do. On the bright side, someone'll come lookin' if I don't show up. At least one of us keeps well.

[There's another crash from upstairs and Bucky nods toward the door.] Let's run for it, huh? Take a left out the door. Ladies first.

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On the bright side, someone will come looking and both of us will be dead. I wouldn't put it past anyone to stick me just to be sure.

[She looks up at the crash too, and nods.] Let's run. [Vastra takes Bucky's invitation and charges out the door and to the left. She hugs the building for the time being--just in case something wanted to look out the windows and shoot at them.]

[Bucky doesn't see how that's a bright side, but he doesn't comment. He ducks out after her, and they bolt for it, taking cover where they can. Bucky takes the lead when they get far enough out, rather than trying to shout over the storm. The run to a warmer sector is equal parts dangerous and completely, miserably freezing.

Thankfully, they only run into one skirmish near the boarder, and it ends quickly, even at close range.

Friendly territory is quiet and blissfully warm, though he's still visibly shivering and... Dizzy. Bucky leans back against a wall, catching his breath. That's about when he realizes he's bleeding from a slash low on his stomach. He presses a hand over it and swears under his breath.]

Journal's in the jacket, pass it here. You okay?

[It is miserable, and a bit of a slog, however once the temperature comes up Vastra is moving quicker and looks more alert on the whole. She tries to cover Bucky where she can once she's moving easier, and when they stop it appears their situations have reversed. Vastra is fine, lively even from the adrenaline. Bucky though...]

Fine. [She's frowning, shucking off the jacket and pulling out the journal simultaneously. The jacket goes back around Bucky's shoulders and the journal into his hands.] Here, don't touch it, I have something we can use for the moment.

[One of the many pouches on her belt comes open and Vastra pulls out a handkerchief with a fancy 'V' embroidered in black thread. After a quick examination of a couple flasks Vastra finds the one with the disinfectant and pours on a liberal amount.]

This will probably hurt-- [Ready, set, personal-space-invasion. Vastra holds the handkerchief over Bucky's wound.] Who are you contacting?

[Bucky is grateful to have the warmth of his jacket around his shoulders again, and he lifts his hand while Vastra whips out her handkerchief. He's got a good idea of what's going to happen.]

I've got field dressings -- [Bucky inhales sharply and almost bites through his lip to keep from making any noise when the disinfectant is pressed into the raw edges of the wound. When he speaks again, he's still a little breathless, but he's busy trying to manipulate the journal into co-operating.]

Agent Carter. [He replies to Vastra, then his journal.] This is Barnes. I'm near the border - T6. Made a friend while I was out, but I could use a hand if you've got one to spare.

Oh, splendid. [Vastra peers around Bucky's torso, trying to figure out where he might have stashed said dressings while he calls for help. While Vastra is fairly certain she could carry Bucky after dressing his wound, it would leave them in a very unguarded position. She waits until Bucky is done sending out his message and continues with the triage.]

Here, hold this for me Sergeant. [She inclines her head towards the handkerchief.] Which pocket am I rummaging in for your dressings?

[Bucky presses his hand over the handkerchief. Yeah, telling her where to look would help.]

Belt pocket, third on the left.

[He's worked with trained soldiers and then the Commandos for so long, it still takes some adjusting. He makes a mental note to talk to Steve about standardizing some of this stuff for the village a whole later, but one thing at a time.]

Ah hah, there we are. [Vastra pulls out a strange looking small tin, but as odd as the package looks it's where Bucky indicated. The dressing comes out and it looks a little more sensical, if not crude, but this isn't the place or time to comment. She pulls the handkerchief away and replaces it with the dressing which she quickly ties around his middle.]

How does that feel? Secure?

[Bucky grunts softly as the bandage is tightened, but otherwise he's quiet until she ties it off. He puts a hand over it again when it's secure, but this time it's just an automatic gesture.]

Yeah, that'll hold. Thank you. [He gives her a wry grin.] Guess we'll have to call it even for this one, huh?

Not just yet, I haven't pulled you completely out of the woods. We're half-even for now. Once Agent Carter arrives, then we'll be even. [Vastra cleans off her hands and tucks the handkerchief away.]

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