Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

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

Comments

[wipesfaith]

[His face is still pale, his eyes wide in the contemplation of ghosts of feelings. He keeps telling himself to pull it together, but the seams are still loose.]

We...we died, didn't we? That was death? [He's certain of it, even if he doesn't sound it with his voice unusually thin, because he's still trying to grasp what had happened.]

[feistytrader]

[...He can't deal with this. Not that face, that voice- pull yourself together, Jean.

He's not sure what to say, so he doesn't. Instead, he puts a hand on Jean's shoulder. Stay with him. Don't think about it too hard. They can't afford to right now.]

[wipesfaith]

[He cradles his head in his hands and takes a deep breath, watching his chest and belly fill with air just to have something to focus on that is not inside in head. Then he slowly drags his fingers through his hair, lets his arms fall to his sides, and looks at Silver again.]

...Right. We're alright now. That's all that matters. [He'll keep telling himself that until he believes it.]

[feistytrader]

Wrong. What matters is making sure we stay alright. [And for that, he needs Jean to pull himself together. Come on, buddy. Now's a terrible time to crumble.]

[wipesfaith]

[Come on, stop thinking about it, you gotta keep it together or you're just gonna get yourself killed again. Come on...]

Yeah... [Dammit, he's total crap at this positive thinking thing. He tries again, forcing a scowl to erase the panic that still clings to his expression.]

Yeah. No way we're going down in this shithole. [His words are firmer than he feels, but sometimes you just have to fake it until you make it.]