Zompania Draft: Coming Home

[frost_jewel]

Who: Anyone drafted to Zompania, or recruited as reinforcements, or left behind in the village. SO. Everybody!
What: The draftees and reinforcements return to the village.
When: May 26, early early in the morning
Where: Back in Luceti
Summary: Most draftees and reinforcements return to Luceti in the very early hours; now, instead of a medevac site for the draft, the village is a welcome (?) refuge from the nightmare of Zompania for its own. There's a high likelihood it still looks a lot like it has in the past few days; those in the fight didn't even get a chance to shower before returning.

(This is the place for all your post-draft trauma and reunions and every other thing. Have fun! And don't forget to entry-tag your character.)

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[Home] A pair of damaged people. :<

[onearmedexmerc]

[Evan fingers the seven feather gently, noticing the damaged states and the similarity between all of them. So, definitely not Lucetian...

Putting all those thoughts aside, Evan gathers up the dirty clothes, heading to his room to put them in the laundry hamper he had picked up during the time Ginia was away. Rolling the hamper out he moves it so it's next to the bathroom door, for later. Clothes taken care of Evan absently rubs his fingers together, the feeling of grime clinging to them. Memories flicker and he watches them go past, before walking through them to wash his hand.

He wants to keep the water cool, so as to not disturb Ginia's shower, but the sensation of cold water of his hand make him jerk and shiver. Instead he turns it as hot as it can get, washing and scrubbing as his skin turns bright red.

As the temperature drops Evan jerks his hand out of the water bashing his elbow on the edge of the sink. Swearing at the bright blast of pain, Evan leans over, nudged the faucet shut with his nose and mouth even as he cradles his abused arm to his chest.

Damn that hurt. But the bright white pain clears his mind. He straightens, and checks out his hand. Bright red and fading slowly.

He hears Ginia moving around in the bathroom having missed the shower being turned off. Carefully he dries his hand and heads back to the table.]

[Home] /sob

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[It certainly feels better being clean and looking more presentable, but Ginia still looks tired and worn as ever. She sits down at the table and idly looks at the backpack, the first aid kit, the feathers, the cans of food. She should eat, but her appetite is gone. Maybe later, maybe, when it's not so early.

'You should sleep.' she wants to tell Evan, but that's cruel. He was obviously up and now that she's back, the responsible thing is to tell him what happened.

But where to begin?

Ginia busies her hand with petting Laika as she tries to find a starting place. The beginning? A futile fight, the bomb, everyone dying, drowning, burning, coming back to life? Much too soon, too much to talk about.

Arriving at the city, seeing the rows of bodies lining the streets, the bloody altar? Some point, maybe. She picks up a feather and spins it around, remembering the bloodless mess in the halls, the neatly dismembered limbs, Law's eyes, cold as ice.

Ginia sets the feather down. Folds her hands. Unfolds them after a few minutes.]

/Don't let them take you alive./