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.

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[250mhzwabl]

[The sound didn't escape Jack, and it dug icy talons into him that he stubbornly buried in more kissing, until his fingers trembled and ribcage screamed at him and Eugene away as easily as if he were a kitten. He felt wretched, but he didn't want to leave the vehicle - not when Eugene was here, practically breaking down, so warm and immediate and needing him.

Reluctantly, he cropped his hands to curl around the back of his neck, meeting that look despite the way it made him feel even more cold and ill and unsure. He hadn't seen that face from Eugene since the first weeks of the outbreak, and the fact that he'd caused it only made the thing worse. Immeasurably worse. He swallowed, then nodded slightly, squeezing lightly at the knob of his spine.]

. . . yeah. All right, love.

[z_jay]

[Love, he had to say love and it made his heart hurt in a way both wonderful and terrible. No way could he let off with that without one last kiss, something incredibly more tender than he would show in front of others. But needs must, and if he was worried that this would be the last time he ever kissed Jack properly, he wanted it to be a fond one.]

You--

[He began speaking when he pulled away, sliding onto his leg and hauling the crutch out from behind their seats]

are going to be just fine do you understand?

[Because maybe if he used the right tone enough Jack really would be alright. But who was he trying to convince, really? Jack, or himself. Calling over his shoulder for some help, he finally managed to wrench open Jack's door, reaching for him with one arm]