10/29 --- Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve?????

[gluttoning]

Who: ??? & you!
What: Something's starting...
Where: Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve (Twilight Shoreline)
When: Sunday, 10/29
Warnings: Will be added as needed.

( Perhaps intrigued by the mail allegedly sent by CC Corp, perhaps visiting the Shoreline by chance, gating into the Area goes as it always does, until the music stays cut for longer than it should, and the black, liminal transition screen lingers for a little too long. The seconds tick on. They near turn to minutes. You can't struggle, you can't argue— you can only simply be, and it occurs to you that maybe you'll be trapped midway here, conscious, for maybe forever.

And then you hear static. Your vision warps; pixels strain into words, blurred and unstable. You see them combat for your attention; you see— )



( And then you load in. )

( POST NAVIGATION )
( Sign-in Comment (Mandatory) • How to Play • Mechanics

Phase 1 • Round 1 • Round 2 • Round 3 • Round 4 • Round 5 • Round 6

Phase 2 • Round 7 • Round 8 • Round 9 • Round 10 •
Round 11 • Round 12

Epilogue )

Comments

[gluttoning]

[His eyes glance briefly towards the others with mobility problems - to Morgan, to Tylor, to Kara who clutches at her injuries, to Ganymede who had taken such a harsh beating. But he sees them helping one another. He sees Tylor being splinted, Morgan being given support to walk by Memoir. Perhaps he needs to follow suit.

With a firm exhale, he nods, gesturing her to the side with his bad leg.]

Femur. Can't move my hip all that well. I'll need to get my other leg under me. It's gonna be a lot of weight.

Will you be okay? [He's a Very Big Guy, but she's pretty tall and has some muscle to her.]

[legendofthelion]

Piece of cake. [She crouches down to carefully ease him over her shoulder in a way that c minimally jostles his wounded leg. It's not terribly dignified being slung over it but they do what they do.

Slowly she stands with his weight, stabilizing.] So, which one are we going to?

[gluttoning]

[There's a pained bracing that he can't quite avoid, using her firm steadying of his weight to roll his good leg under him as they rise and lift himself up along with her the rest of the way, inhaling sharp at the pivot of the full-leg cast on the other limb on changing elevation. He stays silent for a few moments with his head ducked and expression screwed up tight, letting the sharpness die into a dull thud, tightening his arm's hold against her shoulders. But he lets out a bracing exhale and a nod to show he's managing, testing his leverage on his working limb.]

Fandom Foodies. Just... the lobby, I guess. I think that would be easiest. Maybe. [Goddammit this hurts like the dickens, though.]

Do you mind?

[legendofthelion]

I don't mind. Just hold on tight, okay? I'll try to get you there in as little pain as possible.

[No pain will probably be impossible, though. She turns to leave, though she does pause to look over Mithrun to make sure someone has him when he's ready to go.]

[gluttoning]

[A nod is given, acknowledging and keeping himself mobile as best he can against her. He follows her glance as she pauses, eyes softening slightly.]

You... knew his family. Outside the game. Do you still remember any of that?

[legendofthelion]

No, it's--[Dehya pauses, expression scrunching.] It's weird. I have all these conversations in my inbox that reference things outside of Fragment, but reading them doesn't feel familiar to me at all. I think... they have to be true, but I wish they'd trigger something.

It's funny. One of them was me telling Morgan about what I could remember of his life, since he was losing them faster than the rest of us.

[gluttoning]

...Mn. That must have been when Macha was taking over.

[He exhales, adjusting his weight against Dehya a little more as they make their way off the beach.]

...Thank you for doing that. I know you don't remember it that much anymore, but I like to think you'd do that for anyone you cared about. You seem like a generous and caring person like that, FlameMane.