[(there's the morally obligated relief on a person being alive, but when the cut that made it numbered low and the possibilities had been slim for some others in the first place--)]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org You're imagining it!
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org Congratulations on not being trampled. Did you make it out in one piece?
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org Did it feel like you fell asleep??
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org They're good at making you jump times and planets without realizing it, so your observational skills can't be entirely at fault...
[It takes him a minute to answer, but not because he really minded the question. It was just that "fighting for the fate of the world" sounded so damn cliche when put bluntly.]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Spent the last few years going up against some pretty tough odds. More than just our lives were at stake, and the fighting had hit a fever pitch in the last few months before I got dragged out here.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Got myself injured, so I wasn't too mobile for a while. But even before that, most of the fighting we did required us to be piloting machines.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Takes a different sort of skill set, so I'm admittedly a little rusty when it comes to fighting on the ground.
They're called LFOs. Huge machines with humanoid and vehicle forms. I'm sure you've seen the Gundam that kid Banagher pilots? They're similar, in some ways.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
And yeah, I'm sure you're right. Just gotta put a little effort in.
[The response doesn't come right away. Holland's been in a daze for the better part of the day, and when he finally takes note of the message he isn't much in the mood for talking. If there's one thing Holland loathes, it's discussing his problems.
But Barnaby's been good to him so far, and the thought of leaving the message totally ignored starts to nag at him. Eventually:]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Unless you got advice for bouncing back after something like this, doubt there's much you can do.
[There is a tin of chicken and leek soup with your name on it. It may not taste exactly like your mother used to make, but that's because your momma never substituted three thirds of the chicken meat with shille. And sure, maybe it's a touch watery, but this is planetside, gdit, and you're going to have to deal with that.
Havoc is aiming to sneak these things in- left on bedsides or in Medical, but. In some circumstances she might have to track someone down in person, surprise a roommate, or ring the... rover-bell... point is, you're getting soup handmade by a semi-Contractor with the help of another loser Contractor and the ingredient assistance of several recruits.
Team effort. Enjoy. She's sorry about the punishment thing.
ooc; and if you want to action, totally just reply to this with one of those scenarios, go wild! otherwise, handwave at will!]
[Once Holland had been conscious enough to know he shouldn't be taking up space in Medical, he'd retreated back to the rover to shut himself off in his bunk and pass out for a while. Rover 017 was quiet, at least, probably would be for a while; all but Havoc had been forced to endure those thirty seconds of torture. What a sorry mess they all were.
After a few hours of fitful sleep he still felt like hell, body aching all over as it tried its best to reverse the damage done early that day. Despite it, Holland's been sequestered in bed long enough that the familiar itch to get up and move is hitting him. With a weary sigh, he gets up and pushes aside the curtain around his bunk.
He almost regrets it a moment later, belatedly realizing that he wouldn't be the only one hanging around there. Havoc is up and about working on something, the smell of food in the air cluing him in on exactly what. Well, too late to go sulking back in solitude now. So he gets up, tries to stretch but immediately regrets it when his muscles scream in protest and instead opts to stumble over to one of the stools, sitting down with a tired grunt.
He stares down at the cuff encircling his wrist. The red lights of its display remain steady.]
How long have I been out? [Voice hoarse, the ache in his throat when he speaks just another added to the tally.]
Havoc had at least managed to fill the time- make attempts to forget that she was waiting for every person who shared the rover with her to be punished. Cooking let her take her mind off it, gave her a task. But it hadn't stopped her from wondering.
Why was she the only one spared?
At his question, though, she turns, looking him over with a careful eye.]
A few hours.
[Tried to put on a comforting smile, softer expression.]
[He grunts at that, rubbing at his face wearily. It had felt like longer than that. He probably needed a longer rest than that. His resiliency in bouncing back from injury could be pretty damn impressive, even if it was 90% due to his stubbornness, but something like this was gonna need a lot more downtime than he cared for.
A sigh, then he's glancing back her way. While the gentleness in her expression wasn't unwelcome, it did bring about some uneasiness in him. It always felt odd to him, comforting gestures like that. His usual brashness meant it wasn't something that he experienced all that often, and half the time when he did he wound up brushing it off in a hurry.
Still, he makes an effort not to shy away from it. He clears his throat—wincing as a result—before giving another shot at speaking. Didn't much help the roughness draped over his words though.]
Probably won't be doing much but sleep for a while. [He hated the mere thought of it. The fact that their other rovermates were in the same position didn't make him feel much better about it either.] Guess you're stuck babysitting the lot of us, huh?
[In the space between words, hers and his, Havoc allowed him the privacy of weakness, turning her head back to the soup she had simmering on the small kitchen stove the rover provided. Turned back for the clearing of throat, the coming speech.]
I don't mind babysitting.
[Assured, making sure to keep her tone light, conversational. No need to think about incurring debt or inconvenience. After all- she was free. Unpunished.]
- do you like soup?
[The only explanation for that somewhat classic, somewhat distorted smell of homemade... meat and leek? Was that even recognizable meat?]
[Even if he'd never admit it, Holland is glad there's someone here to look out for them while they recover. The question gets the slightest of nods from him. He can't deny that he's hungry, though the feeling is somewhat muted by his exhaustion. Food would do him some good.]
Soup's fine by me.
[His gaze drifts to that pot she's got simmering on the stove. Not exactly a familiar aroma, but not unpleasant either.]
Didn't know you had a knack for cooking.
[Really didn't know much of anything about her—or his other roommates, for that matter. Probably well past time he remedied that.]
[At his agreement Havoc only nodded, moving to busy herself with further preparation. Fetching a bowl, turning down the heat, finding a clean spoon, all of the little actions that allowed her not to focus on the guilt.
Convenient hobby, cooking.]
Surprise.
[Still trying to keep it light, beginning to ladle out a bowl.]
It's something I picked up in the last few years... pretty useful.
Day 107, hour 12:00
Oh
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
You made it, huh
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Oh.
Great.]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
You sound so disappointed.
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[(there's the morally obligated relief on a person being alive, but when the cut that made it numbered low and the possibilities had been slim for some others in the first place--)]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
You're imagining it!
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Congratulations on not being trampled. Did you make it out in one piece?
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FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Of course. It's gonna take more than a few animals to bring me down.
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That's good. It'd be such a shame to see you disappear again...!
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Although, where did you guys go??
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I'll be sure to stick around just for you, kid. Someone's gotta make sure you don't go sleeping in the mud again.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
But I don't have the first clue about where we've been. Last thing I remember is that huge battle.
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FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Did it feel like you fell asleep??
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
They're good at making you jump times and planets without realizing it, so your observational skills can't be entirely at fault...
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I guess? Everything's kinda fuzzy after that, like trying to remember a dream.
[And totally not rising to the bait... not rising to the bait.... okay he's rising to the bait.]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
My observational skills have nothing to do with all the crazy crap they're pulling around here.
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FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
That's what everybody's been saying. Ah, well. Your world didn't have memory altering things, did it?
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FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
No. I can't think of anything that would pull off this kind of effect.
[Is he lying? Who knows.]
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Now you can: the CDC.
[oh, joy.]
Day 111
Are you settling in alright? I'm sure that you've had enough fun to last you a lifetime already.
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That's one way to put it.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
But I'm getting along fine despite all the excitement. Better than just hanging around, bored out of my mind.
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I'm sure you'll be wishing that you had enough time to be bored soon.
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
But that's good to know. Do let me know if you require anything.
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Yeah, this doesn't seem like a line of work that can afford much downtime.
[Which was a damn shame, but about what he'd expected.]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Well, here's a question for you: got any suggestions for recruits who'd be up for some sparring?
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
This place is just full of trouble, and I'd rather be on top of my game, you know?
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What kind of practice are you looking for? If you're interested in hand-to-hand, I'd be happy to assist you.
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
For weaponry I can suggest various people.
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Mainly had hand-to-hand in mind, yeah.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Got my bases covered with weapons, but I need to make sure I stay balanced.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
So if you're willing, I'm game.
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I understand what you mean, and I certainly don't mind. I'm happy to help with training, though I would ask that it be a semi-regular thing.
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
Keeping on top of training is important with the CDC.
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Sure as hell seems like it, yeah.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Gotta admit it'll be nice to get some regular training in again. Been a while since I really had the chance for it.
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Is that so? What happened in your world to cause that?
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
If you don't mind the question.
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FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Spent the last few years going up against some pretty tough odds. More than just our lives were at stake, and the fighting had hit a fever pitch in the last few months before I got dragged out here.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Got myself injured, so I wasn't too mobile for a while. But even before that, most of the fighting we did required us to be piloting machines.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Takes a different sort of skill set, so I'm admittedly a little rusty when it comes to fighting on the ground.
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Piloting machines? What kind of piloting machines?
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
I'm sure that there are many here who would be willing to help you get back on your feet.
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They're called LFOs. Huge machines with humanoid and vehicle forms. I'm sure you've seen the Gundam that kid Banagher pilots? They're similar, in some ways.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
And yeah, I'm sure you're right. Just gotta put a little effort in.
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I have indeed seen the Gundam, yes. It's very impressive. The LFOs are in a similar way? I must say, I'm envious of such incredible machinery.
d119
Do you require any assistance?
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But Barnaby's been good to him so far, and the thought of leaving the message totally ignored starts to nag at him. Eventually:]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Unless you got advice for bouncing back after something like this, doubt there's much you can do.
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Considering that I'm all too familiar with the process, I do.
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
Drink plenty of fluids. If you have anything high in sugar to help keep energy levels up, I'd suggest taking them now.
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
Otherwise, sleep if you can afford to.
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Damn. Guess this isn't the first time the higher ups have played this card, then.
[Starting to learn that this sort of thing shouldn't be much of a surprise.]
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
And... noted. Sleep's about all I can manage to do right now anyway. Even though I hate just lying around.
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It is the second that I know of. The first time, it happened only to Red team.
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
You will feel it for a few days, but with proper rest it should be fine soon.
late d.119/early d.120
Havoc is aiming to sneak these things in- left on bedsides or in Medical, but. In some circumstances she might have to track someone down in person, surprise a roommate, or ring the... rover-bell... point is, you're getting soup handmade by a semi-Contractor with the help of another loser Contractor and the ingredient assistance of several recruits.
Team effort. Enjoy. She's sorry about the punishment thing.
ooc; and if you want to action, totally just reply to this with one of those scenarios, go wild! otherwise, handwave at will!]
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After a few hours of fitful sleep he still felt like hell, body aching all over as it tried its best to reverse the damage done early that day. Despite it, Holland's been sequestered in bed long enough that the familiar itch to get up and move is hitting him. With a weary sigh, he gets up and pushes aside the curtain around his bunk.
He almost regrets it a moment later, belatedly realizing that he wouldn't be the only one hanging around there. Havoc is up and about working on something, the smell of food in the air cluing him in on exactly what. Well, too late to go sulking back in solitude now. So he gets up, tries to stretch but immediately regrets it when his muscles scream in protest and instead opts to stumble over to one of the stools, sitting down with a tired grunt.
He stares down at the cuff encircling his wrist. The red lights of its display remain steady.]
How long have I been out? [Voice hoarse, the ache in his throat when he speaks just another added to the tally.]
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Havoc had at least managed to fill the time- make attempts to forget that she was waiting for every person who shared the rover with her to be punished. Cooking let her take her mind off it, gave her a task. But it hadn't stopped her from wondering.
Why was she the only one spared?
At his question, though, she turns, looking him over with a careful eye.]
A few hours.
[Tried to put on a comforting smile, softer expression.]
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A sigh, then he's glancing back her way. While the gentleness in her expression wasn't unwelcome, it did bring about some uneasiness in him. It always felt odd to him, comforting gestures like that. His usual brashness meant it wasn't something that he experienced all that often, and half the time when he did he wound up brushing it off in a hurry.
Still, he makes an effort not to shy away from it. He clears his throat—wincing as a result—before giving another shot at speaking. Didn't much help the roughness draped over his words though.]
Probably won't be doing much but sleep for a while. [He hated the mere thought of it. The fact that their other rovermates were in the same position didn't make him feel much better about it either.] Guess you're stuck babysitting the lot of us, huh?
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I don't mind babysitting.
[Assured, making sure to keep her tone light, conversational. No need to think about incurring debt or inconvenience. After all- she was free. Unpunished.]
- do you like soup?
[The only explanation for that somewhat classic, somewhat distorted smell of homemade... meat and leek? Was that even recognizable meat?]
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Soup's fine by me.
[His gaze drifts to that pot she's got simmering on the stove. Not exactly a familiar aroma, but not unpleasant either.]
Didn't know you had a knack for cooking.
[Really didn't know much of anything about her—or his other roommates, for that matter. Probably well past time he remedied that.]
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Convenient hobby, cooking.]
Surprise.
[Still trying to keep it light, beginning to ladle out a bowl.]
It's something I picked up in the last few years... pretty useful.
DAY 121
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FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Sir?
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FROM: dagger@cdc.org
Thank you for your cooperation.
DAY 125 | HOUR 70:11
Holland, right?
FROM: amber@cdc.org
Do you have some kind of water bottle?
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FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Got that canteen they issued me when I arrived. Already packed up.
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That's what I'd like to hear.
FROM: amber@cdc.org
I have a water filter to share.
guess who accidentally deleted this notif BD
So very generous of you.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
I guess we should go into this expecting trouble?
[Yeah, yeah, with the CDC, trouble was a given. Question still stands.]
i still love you
You should expect trouble wherever you go.
FROM: amber@cdc.org
Tell me about lifting when you have a moment.
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Yeah, trouble's always around. I guess it's more of a question of 'how much'.
FROM: novak.holland@cdc.org
Lifting, huh? The best sport out there.
[Not a topic he expected, but Holland will always find a moment to talk about lifting.]
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Too much.
FROM: amber@cdc.org
I know at least one person who would disagree. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
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Ha, give them a shot at riding a big wave, and they'll change their tune soon enough.
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I assume you're not talking about water waves.
FROM: amber@cdc.org
How safe is it for beginners?