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

[250mhzwabl]

[There's green and bright and blue, streaming into his eyes and sucked into his lungs as he looks from one side to another, spinning off balance and lost to any gravity but that holding his feet to earth. That was- it was- _{oxford hel death albion} he was _{dead dead dead dead-}

Dead. Dead but not dead and in that moment, with that thought, a glimpse of bone-ivory flesh framed by dark leathers and darker hair catches and snags on one corner of his mind, tangles it with the Jack Holden he is mostly sure he is.]

Loki-

[He catches hold of him and wraps his arms around him in return, eyes still darting across the horizon, sure in a fierce and old and wild way that some terror is chasing the man.]

[complicatedliar]

[He fumbles to find the side of the man's neck with one hand, a strange little noise making its way from his throat at the comforting sensation of having the arms of someone else around him. And yes, there, he finds the flutter of a pulse beneath his fingertips, and not even that's good enough, he presses his lips against the spot and tastes. Yes, that is life. Yes, Jack is alive, and he is alive. He is not falling again. He is alive.]

Alive.

[He murmurs the words, inhales, tastes battle stink but also Iofast Jack, no, why is he doing this, he shouldn't be at all. He draws in a shuddering breath and straightens.]

Jack. [He starts to let go, it's an effort of will.] My apologies.

let me know if retaining Loki-knowledge from Iofast is not cool, I will edit.

[250mhzwabl]

[The way his pulse jumps once, then again sharper still at the hand and then mouth against his neck, affirms that word perfectly. He's alive, they both are, whatever else awaits them. And that stays a comfort even as the world shuffles into place, as he remembers the mud and madness of battle, being summoned here, leaving the home he shares with Eugene and Zevran and Sabriel and Max, where there is a fluffy white dog and a sleek black bird and he is nothing more than human.

It sinks into the turbulence of his gut, but he hesitates as Loki pulls back, fingers trailing and catching on his clothing. He knows these garments; their vents and fasteners are only a few of the thousands of things he knows now that he did not know just a handful of weeks ago. He knows so much more about Loki himself, though what he feels most of all is how little he knows of how to act upon it all.

He just has intuition. Intuition and centuries he never asked for, hazy and over-sharp as a fever dream, that lead him to fold his grasp around a restless hand and level a quiet, steady gaze at Loki.]

Hey. It's okay.

[This is what intuition tells him - be still when he is wild, held-together when he is scattered. Be lively when he is sombre, relentless light when he shutters himself in. Do not rely upon him to summon you, he is a creature that knows his wants better than his needs.]

Dude it's totally cool. You should be using this stuff! :) Also /sob

[complicatedliar]

[It's exactly the right thing to do, not that Loki would ever admit to this. He hesitates, eyes widening slightly, then lightly squeezes Jack's fingers. It's not quite enough to communicate the point he would make now, which he can't quite put into words.]

It isn't in the slightest.

[Loki somehow manages a crooked little smile, but of course, he can always manage a smile. He raises their joined hands to his lips and places a light, quick kiss on Jack's fingers.]

But it will serve. Go.

[He has other people he must find.]