lights out

[sicharia]

Characters: Anyone not running supplies or helping with the Jason situation!
Setting: The infirmary (and anywhere else, potentially)
Format: Any
Summary: For Part 3 of the Into The Abyss event. The lights are out and Jason is coming, and not everyone can play the hero...
Warnings: Standard event warnings; label your own threads

[Well, you've gotta pass the time somehow.]

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Infirmary [Potential Warning: Drugs]

[sarcasmancer]

Playing the hero is such a tedious task. What passion! What fervor! Jade will go the way of the wise old mentor and let the young'uns handle it this time around. Those who have suffered long at the machinations of those who control the Tower no doubt have a deep stake in striking back against Jason. Jade is not against assisting, and certainly he has a stake in this too as does anybody trapped here, but even in his journeys he occasionally sat out battles to ensure that there was an escape route for the rest of his companions and that someone was around to drag their unconscious bodies to safety if they fell--or in this case, defended the place where they would have to go to get patched up after their battle.

That too is a vital task. Those who know it, know it well.

For the moment, he takes his place in the infirmary as one of its nurses, close to the entrance, the spear he'd acquired from Diarmuid's weapon hand-out on his desk in the event of total glamour failure. Next to it glitter syringes filled with medicine of various kinds. Some of them are empty. That is because Jade has taken it upon himself to experiment with mixing the drugs at his disposal to create new and inventive effects.

Whether that's to the benefit of the Tower's denizens, the detriment of any monsters that might barge in, or anything in between is impossible to tell at a glance, that perpetual smile of the Necromancer's notwithstanding.

infirmary, open!

[chainsawn]

[ Usually Urotsuki would have no problem with fighting things. Heck, she likes it and would pull out her chainsaw at any opportunity where she's got an excuse to use it, but she's already found out the hard way that her weapon doesn't really have any effect on those things. And without the chainsaw it's a whole lot less fun.

So instead she's decided to hang out in the infirmary for now if she's going to be no use fighting either way. And then she decides to do the thing she does the best whenever she's bored otherwise or doesn't feel like facing real things as long as the infirmary is still safe - she goes to sleep.

Except with Urotsuki being Urotsuki, it's very much possible she's actually falling against or on your character as she closes her eyes. Whoops. ]

[glassceiling]

A-ah...

[Assassin lets out a little gasp as Urotsuki curls again her shoulder. Her lean, hard, muscular shoulders leading down to her warped arms don't seem the best place for a girl to sleep, but she doesn't have the heart to wake Urotsuki up either.]

[So she'll just squat here. Awkwardly. Waiting for Urotsuki to maybe wake up on her own.]

[...At least she's very good at keeping still.]

[chainsawn]

[ Apparently Urotsuki doesn't really care about what kind of surface she sleeps on - she just sleeps all the same. So even if Assassin might not be as suited as a pillow, it doesn't faze the girl at all, and she's already contently snuggling a little into said shoulder. Hope you don't mind staying like this for quite a while, Assasin.. ]

infirmary

[glassceiling]

[Assassin had not expected the power loss that would, supposedly, contribute to her regaining her powers. Though she desperately wants to trust Aria, she gets the sinking feeling that she might have been duped.]

[One particular, nagging worry, besides the fact that she no longer has the power to protect Claudia, is that the loss of her powers meant she could no longer wrap herself in her cloak. Instead, her body, modified nineteen times to the point that it no longer resembles that of a human, is exposed for all to see.]

[At this point, she looks no different than a monster. She almost wants to dash out of the infirmary to find some cover, but then she realizes she would be exposing her body for even more people to see.]

[No, she should just stay here. Perhaps this is a test, a warning from God (Glorified and Exalted be He) not to hide the body that she took on to defend His faith. Perhaps He means to have her act as a warning against those who would blindly value their own power above all else.]

[At this point, along with the shame of being exposed, there comes a heavy sense of guilt, for she had valued her own power over God's (Glorified and Exalted be He) protection. And this was the result.]

[She quietly slinks over to a corner and kneels and clasps her two more normal hands in prayer. She knows not as to the direction of Mecca, but she trusts her renewed faith to deliver her words to God (Glorified and Exalted be He).]

[As she prays, she huddles up. Though she might not be consciously trying to, she is hiding as much of her body from the sight of others as she can.]

[sicharia]

[As Assassin prays, something is draped around her shoulders. Should she open her eyes to look, it's one of the sheets that typically covers the infirmary's beds. Claudia tucks it around her, carefully.]

I'm sorry. I'll try to make you something better, but this will have to do for the time being.

[glassceiling]

[She looks up from her prayers and notices the sheet over her. She then looks up to Claudia as the other woman speaks.]

...Thank you, Claudia.

[She pulls the sheet tightly around herself.]

This will be enough...just this is too good for me.

[idkworldruler]

[A young man in a gasmask and suit approached her silently from behind, staring curiously at her as he wondered exactly what she was doing. He had already seen far worse things from back home, and another transmogrified, humanoid was not all that alarming to him. Still, Mitchell silently kept his distance as precaution. One could never be to certain.

She probably would have noticed him, from the blue light of the balk of anima he had lit, melding together with the lights from the infirmary. Even so, he if she didn't wish to talk, he would leave her be. But even then there would be no guarantees that his eyes would not leave her until he was certain she wasnt a threat.]

[glassceiling]

What?

[She hisses at him, shrinking away from his stare.]

infirmary | open

[sicharia]

I.
[Claudia can't do much now. She can't usually do much, but right now, that fact makes her feel particularly anxious and powerless. She doesn't want to simply sit idle, however, and so she does what she can, even if it isn't much. Every so often, she'll approach another one of the others taking refuge in the infirmary and ask them:]

Excuse me. Do you need anything?

II.
[When not asking after the health of others, Claudia busies herself with sewing. In the wake of her Servant's loss of power, Assassin is unable to cover her body in her usual cloak, and Claudia can see the way that makes her self-conscious. So, with plain cloth and thread pilfered from the 51st Floor, she sets about stitching together a—hopefully—temporary replacement, trying to work quickly without producing a shoddy product.]

III.
[Wild card; if you have another scenario in mind, go for it.]

II

[god_damned]

[ He hasn't really spoken to her since their meeting on the masquerade floor. He has not avoided her with deliberate intent, but the Tower is large and it takes the threat within it to confine them together in such a relatively small space. It seems inappropriate to not come to her now.

He finds her working and he approaches her. ]

Claudia. What are you making?

[sicharia]

Ah, Kirei.

[She looks up from her work as he addresses her. She doesn't smile, but in spite of their last conversation, there's no hesitation in her expression or reply.]

Assassin needs a replacement for her cloak.

[wormless]

Oh, you're making something... It looks nice. Is it for a friend?

[Kariya smiles, coming up to sit beside her. It's a plain cloak, but it looks nice to him. He can't make anything like that.]

I can't really sew, but is there something I can do to help?

[sicharia]

Oh, it's... It's really nothing special. [But she smiles as he comments on her work anyway, because she would like it to be nice. Assassin deserves something nice.] Thank you, though. I don't think there's anything I need help with, but it would be nice if you'd just stay here for a bit. I'd like the company.

[With that said, she leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek.]

Anyway, it's for Assassin. She needs a replacement cloak...

infirmary | open

[looselips]

I.
[Shinji is restless from the amount of time he's spent in the infirmary, but given the color of his collar and his inability to even defend himself on his own, there isn't much he can do. With the power out, he tries to preoccupy himself with books from the library, sitting on the edge of one of the infirmary beds and swinging his feet as he reads. Sometimes, though, that isn't enough to hold his attention, and he winds up responding to the littlest distraction. Other refugees might look up to find Shinji staring at them, or maybe even scooting closer if they're really doing something out of the ordinary. Or he might just yell at them for existing in his general vicinity. He's moody.]

II.
[Given...a lot of things, you probably wouldn't expect it from Shinji, but if someone comes into the infirmary injured, they might just find a young boy approaching, first aid kit in hand. Despite the implicit offer of help, though, he's glaring, as if daring them to say anything about his behavior.]

III.
[With other people hanging around, Shinji has some trouble focusing well enough to do any kind of magecraft practice, but... Sometimes, he tries anyway. If a hospital curtain is drawn around any of the beds, pulling it back just might reveal Shinji kneeling there, though he isn't likely to be pleased by the distraction.]

IV.
[...And, sometimes, Shinji winds up hanging around the door like he's waiting for someone to come back. He paces and fidgets, and occasionally he'll even approach the door, looking like he wants to peek out into the surrounding area or even step outside to follow himself.]

V.
[Wild card; any other scenario you might have in mind.]

infirmary | open

[undefines]

[Underneath one of the beds in the infirmary, a body is curled up in the fetal position. Any details beyond that are difficult to make out—not because Nue is concealing her appearance like normal, with her Seeds of Unknown Form, but because she has cocooned herself in a blanket to obscure as much of her now-undisguised body as possible. She isn't coming out.]

[She thought the new collar fluid was supposed to give her her real powers back, not take them away?! She didn't sign up for this!!]

infirmary | during and around christmas | open

[monstrueux]

[Somehow, Gilles had realized that it was Christmas. He briefly considered arranging some kind of feast, but as his attempts at channeling his creativity into culinary arts had failed, he quickly abandoned the idea.

There would be no Christmas feast.

However, his forays into music had (he believed), been more successful, so Gilles decides to contribute a Christmas concert for those taking shelter in the in the infirmary. A concert of beautiful, medieval Christmas songs: meaning, Latin hymns. Unfortunately, they are beautiful Latin hymns sung by Gilles de Rais, accompanying himself by beating on a drum from the music room. The resulting sound is discordant, to say the least.

Discordant is putting it mildly.

He means well, anyway! Arguably. Maybe he's just trying to find new ways to inflict pain on others.]

[thirtybits]

Oh, Gilles.

[Judas smiles when he spots him...wait what is he doing.]

Re: infirmary | during and around christmas | open

[glassceiling]

[Assassin claps her hands over her ears, dropping her robe in the process.]

E-excuse me, sir, but this might not be the place for your...chants.

infirmary | during and around christmas | open

[sarcasmancer]

[Most people would, at the very least, cringe at the terrible sounds coming out of and around Gilles. That total lack of beat, that inability to stay on key--or however it is that Gilles is actually a terrible musician, let's just pretend for a moment here. Most people would try to shut their ears, or leave the area, or ask in some fashion for Gilles to please stop.

Jade continues to smile serenely as he measures out a medicine to cause paralysis in those who ingest it. Having only known Gilles as a cat, he of course doesn't recognize him.]

What a superb racket! I must thank you for all the cacophony. The infirmary is sure to be safe; no monster would dare approach this noise.

[...the main difference this makes is that his jab would have been cat-themed instead.]

Re: infirmary | during and around christmas | open

[clumsyjesus]

Oh! Um.....those songs sound really nice. [She's trying to be polite. :(]

Infirmary | open

[wormless]

[With his blue collar, Kariya is vulnerable to the plague doctors, and, especially without his worms, he has no way to defend himself whatsoever. It's not the first time he's wished he didn't have magic circuits--or anything to do with his family, actually.

For now, he's staying in the infirmary. He wishes he could do more to help, and he feels restless--but if he dies, the worms will return again, and the thought of experiencing that pain again... it's something he'd prefer to avoid, if possible.

He's anxious. He tries to do what he can around the infirmary, helping with little tasks, or with injuries, or cleaning up, but it feels like it isn't enough. It's never enough.

At the moment, he's writing. He has a stack of paper and a pen in hand, and at times he seems absorbed in what he's doing, but then he suddenly looks up, curious, to see if anyone needs something. If he catches someone's gaze, he'll smile. And if he sees someone in need of help, he'll rise to assist them at once.]

[glassceiling]

[Assassin had been peering over to try and see what he was doing with the pen and paper. However, when he meets her eyes, she quickly turns away and mutters an apology.]

S-sorry...

[god_damned]

[ Kirei is unused to seeing Kariya like this. In fact, he almost walks past him entirely. It's true, Kariya is a far cry from how he looked with his half-ruined face and his shock white hair.

Kirei stills in step, and he wonders if this is the same man -- or another variation from the Tower. ]

Kariya Matou?

Anywhere else

[idkworldruler]

[So, currently Mitchell was frustrated, frustrated with what the others were doing, and what their actions could bring to everyone else. All because they lacked foresight and refused to look at all of their options. But he wasnt going to be a party of their little circle-jerk. His own agendas were marching along as per planned. With any luck he may just be able to find a way to make up for what everyone in that mob were doing.

It for now everything was bathed in darkness. Boh literally and metaphorically. So, he decided to take up some form of a mantle and help illuminate everything that threatened to swallow those who would not join in on the fun.

Walking through the halls, posting up his signs and pictures, while not fun, would help advance his goals. And the light and warmth from his blue ball of fire that he was using, should aid in providing others with some semblance of comfort. Something that was a far cry from what he wished to do in the future, bit should help keep things under control.]