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

[cajunspice]

Goin' to be on that, [Remy nodded his head towards the wound.] Or 'least feel like it will be if we don't get ya treated. [Now where the hell had Mia gotten herself to?]

[Hell, might just have to do a temporary patch up until Kurt could get himself to a healer. His cards and bo staff he held vanished for the moment, searching instead in the inner pockets of his coat for several items. He eyed Kurt's fur for a moment, debating which way to clean that wound would work best with all that fuzz. With a bandage and couple of sterile medical pads in hand, Remy also grabbed his flask. Thank god he always kept high percentage stuff in it, for occasions such as this.]

[wildbluevagner]

[He glances down, grimacing he sees the wound all over again.]

Oh man...! This isn't good, isn't it? Oh man, oh man...

[cajunspice]

This, [As he Remy unscrewed the lid on his flask.] Is goin' to hurt like hell, mais goin' to kill most of the surface level bacteria 'nd merde long 'nough for ya to get patched up for real by a healer, since we don't 'xactly got soap 'nd water 'bout.

[Handing the flask to Kurt, he raised a brow at the boy.] Try not to use it all, hein? [As he tore open the packaging on the sterile pads.]

[wildbluevagner]

[He hold up the flask for a moment, looking it over. Why did this seem oddly like a Logan solution?]

You... you want me to feed my chest some booze?

[cajunspice]

[Remy have Kurt a steady 'What the hell?' look at his summary.] Ya ain't grown a second mouth, boy. It's the only thin' I got on me that will get through that fur of ya's. Think of it as an 'lternative to rubbin' alcohol. Will do in a pinch.

Stop bein' a baby 'bout it, or do I have to put it on for ya? [They really don't have time for this.]

[wildbluevagner]

No, no! [He waves his hands sheepishly.] I'll do it, okay?

[And so he starts to just pour it down. And wince because man does that sting!]

[cajunspice]

What the hell they get ya with? A blade, somethin' sharp? Or did it leave 'nythin' in ya? [It wasn't the best place to be trying to sort out if anything had remained stuck, but had to get it out if so. Unless it was in deep, but Kurt didn't look like he was still impaled by a weapon.]

[wildbluevagner]

It... it was some kind of blade. I don't think it left anything... [It's not a very deep wound. But he mutters through the pain of the alcohol against it; soon, when he thinks he's poured enough, he finally stops it.]

[cajunspice]

[Taking the flask from Kurt, he handed the boy the open sterile pads instead,] Under ya uniform, not on top. No point gettin' 'ny bugs that be stuck to ya clothin' in there, makes the alcohol pointless. [Replacing the cap on the flask as he spoke before vanishing inside his coat.]

[wildbluevagner]

Um... sure, sure! [He just quietly mumbles as he complies and applies sad pads.]

[cajunspice]

[Unraveling part of the bandage as Kurt concentrated on placing the pads, Remy stepped behind him, throwing enough of the loosened roll over Kurt's chest so he could grab the bottom of it and tugging it tight before reaching over to continue strapping it across blue boy's chest and back. Maybe not the most comfortable situation for Kurt, but had to be done.]

Next time, I suggest dodgin'.

[wildbluevagner]

I'll take it into consideration. [He says with a pained looking grin and a slight laugh. Then he hesitates for a moment as he looks over his bandaged self and then back to Gambit.]

But... Thanks.

[cajunspice]

No problem, lets just not make this a regular event, hein?

[Remy clapped a hand down on Kurt's shoulder.] Keep yaself safe Bleu 'nd get to a healer when ya can. [Before heading back out in the field, calling back to him.]

Don't wanna have to 'xplain to ya sister why ya ended up with less limbs than what ya left with!

[wildbluevagner]

[Oh man. Rogue... now that's a scary imagine. He frowns and nods.]

Don't worry. This has been a once in a lifetime show. And... you take care of yourself, too!

[cajunspice]

[Throwing back a smile and a sarcastic salute to Kurt, Remy ran off back into the thick of it]