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

[selfhelp]

[Billy hesitates, sinking down into a chair beside the bed. It's not like he has bad news to deliver or anything, but he doesn't have good news, either.]

I don't, sorry... but the journals are working. I can call for her, maybe. If she's able to make it, I'm sure she'll want to see you.

[complicatedliar]

[Loki nods, then lays down and curls up on the bed. He's tired, and cold, and he doesn't want to think any more, though he can't seem to stop.]

I doubt she'll wish to speak with me. Don't bother her.

[selfhelp]

Why wouldn't she want to talk to you?

[He already knows he isn't going to like this reasoning.]

[complicatedliar]

[He shrugs one shoulder.]

We quarreled. [Though that perhaps wasn't an entirely fair summation of that horrible conversation. He sighed and closed his eyes. Faithless, doubting Loki again.] No, that's not quite right. 'tis more that I've caused her enough pain for one day. [He takes a shaky breath.] This is yet one more thing that was not real.

[He's already troubled her enough with things that aren't real, hasn't he?]

[selfhelp]

[...Yep. Definitely not liking that.]

I don't think she'd care, considering the circumstances. I know that- if it was me, if I'd fought with Teddy, and he got hurt... I'd want to see him, no matter how upset I'd been before.

[complicatedliar]

[He hugs his arms to his chest, not really feeling up to having any sort of argument. Part of him demands frenetic action, as it did in the wake of Frigga's true death, but as then, he's exhausted and helpless. He takes refuge in a sort of numbness. That will break soon enough, and he'll have little choice to consider how the world now stands. But it's too much. He needs a moment to remember how to breathe.] If you think it best.

[selfhelp]

I do.

[Billy reaches out to grip Loki's shoulder, gentle but secure, hoping that the touch will be somewhat grounding after everything he just experienced. It lasts a long moment before he lets go and stands up.]

I'll be back with some help. Don't move.

[complicatedliar]

I'm too fatigued to move. [He mutters this. He's not in the mood to fight any more.

But give him a few minutes to recover, a little healing, and he'll quickly vanish back out into the streets. He'll always try to outrun whatever troubles him first.]