[log] IT'S A MONSTER PARTY [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Ecks, Fiona, Francel de Haillenarte, Haurchefant Greystone, John Watson, Tifa Lockhart, Royce Melborn
Location around U4/V4, and then in various houses
Date: evening of 138 through morning of 139
Summary: various merry traveling bands are set upon and scattered by a RUDE AS FUCK anomaly
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - running from the anomaly, settling in various houses, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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[devoutish]

[God, it's just a single room. Why does he keep having the worst luck with houses?]

There's not much furniture to block the door.

[His voice is tight, but he's thinking clearly, and he's not panicking. He leaves the table where it is - the rest of the house is ruined, and the anomaly could still get to them through there if it tried - and focuses instead on the chairs, stacking them up against the other door.

With the way they'd been lying haphazardly on the floor, it's possible that somebody had already tried to use them for this. If that's the case, clearly they hadn't been enough.]

[plundering]

[Fiona, stubborn as ever, grabs a chair to help stack, even though her shoulder protests. She can only imagine how John would feel about that. It's not much help, but she doesn't want to be worthless. She steps back again, expression hard.]

Guess we might have to hold it if that thing comes after us.

[devoutish]

[He gives her a quick glance. She hadn't looked to be in amazing shape while they were walking, and she looks even worse now.

Of course, even if they were both in tip-top shape, there's no way they could hold a door shut against an anomaly.]

Backs against the door all night, eh?

[plundering]

Until lockdown. They can't break in after lockdown. Something about the... [She gestures at the door.] metal.

[Her words are clipped, and she's trying to keep her breathing deep and even rather than shallow and quick. That just means each breath hurts more, of course. Fiona lets her pack slide off of her shoulder and fall to the floor unceremoniously.]

[devoutish]

[Well. That's good news.

Alfie drops his bags too, then gingerly eases himself down onto the floor - in front of the door, next to the chairs. He closes his eyes, catching his breath for a moment before opening them again to look at her wearily.]

The ribs?

[plundering]

[Fiona makes a face, one hand going to her side unconsciously.]

I'm fine.

[devoutish]

You and Duster. Always saying that.

[He closes his eyes again.]

[plundering]

[Man, she really didn't need the Duster comparison right now.]

Nothing we can do about it anyway.

[devoutish]

I've got painkillers.

[He nods at his bags.]

Strong stuff. I chop 'em up.

[plundering]

[She eyes him for a moment.]

What kind of painkillers?

[devoutish]

Vicodin, from a deal with House.

[plundering]

[She smiles wryly.]

Was it a deal?

[devoutish]

It was. He paid me handsomely for his half.

Sit down, yeah?

[He shifts to the side, giving her more room.]

[plundering]

[She sits, the movement slow and ginger, and then leans her head back against the door and closes her eyes.]

He's addicted to it, you know.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah.

[He hadn't known for sure, but he'd suspected.]

Like I said, strong stuff. I'm careful with it. A third or fourth of a pill takes the worst of the edge off.

[plundering]

Yeah.

[She's quiet for a moment, considering it, but she doesn't think he'll screw her over if she gets a bit loopy. Fiona sighs, the breath coming out slow.]

Sure. Give it to me.

[devoutish]

[He reaches forward with a muffled groan, tugging his backpack close enough to open it up and rifle through the pockets. Out comes the Vicodin bottle, and his scalpel. He shakes out a pill, carefully cutting it into fourths (don't worry, he washed House's blood off). Then he holds all the little pieces out to Fiona, for her to ration as she sees fit.]

[plundering]

[Fiona takes one, shooting him a grateful smile as she does. She knows it's valuable, and she knows he could have easily asked for something in return for it. She just swallows it down dry.]

Thanks.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He settles against the door again, wedging his messenger bag behind his back. It's twinging him more than usual because of the run, but not bad enough to make him want to resort to the pills.]

-- Quiet outside.

[So that's good news.]

[plundering]

Hey, maybe we got lucky for once.

[She leans back too, waiting for the pill to kick in and trying, stubbornly, to ignore the ache in her side and shoulder.]

[devoutish]

Yeah - apparently it chased Tifa and Haurchefant.

[Which definitely makes him frown a little deeper. He cares about Tifa.]

[plundering]

They'll be okay. Haurchefant's tough. He'll help her if she needs it.

[devoutish]

Yeah. She's a little thing, but she's tough herself.

[plundering]

You've gotta be tough here.

[She shifts a little awkwardly.]

What about you? You doing okay?

[devoutish]

Back problems. Nothing too terrible, right, but it doesn't do well in the cold.