[log] I, Robot [closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: John Watson, Quark, Ecks, and Luna
Location: Building 70
Date: Day 273
Summary: Event stuff
Warnings: Radiation sickness-related grossness, character death, severe injury, probably mentions of amputation.

[A standard two-story house with a basement. The first floor has a kitchen, living room, and dining room, while the second floor has two bedrooms and a bathroom. One of the bedrooms was once littered with pages torn from a book, with various unnerving scribbles drawn all over them, but they're gone now. The backyard to this house is pretty large, including a plastic child's slide and a buried sandbox. The ice underneath the slide has been shattered. There is a mound of snow in the yard where it seems something has been buried. A chair--taken from the kitchen--has been placed over the mound. "UNIDENTIFIED CHILD - FOUND BY JPHAWKINS S.B. DAY 27" has been written on it in black paint.]

Comments

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment

[jumpthegun]

[And that's Quark dead. Good. That's done. John would turn from that and just carry on, but Ecks' hatchet slams into his right arm above the elbow, partially severing it and spattering blood. The doctor just blinks and glances down at the wound before dropping Quark's knife and going to reach for the hatchet to pull it out. It's going to be a hindrance, and that's really all that matters.

He stares blankly at Ecks as he attempts to remove the weapon.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma

[ecks]

[Ecks stares back into his eyes, her seemingly blank gaze finding a mirror there. She has seen that look before in her brothers' and sisters' eyes, the same as she has seen them fight like this, without pain or fear. Dread certainty that he will not stop fills her heart, and she lets go of the hatchet to twist and grab the knife he has dropped, rocking up onto her right elbow and then letting her weight carry her back over as she swings the knife in a backhanded arc at his throat in turn.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma, death

[jumpthegun]

[John does absolutely nothing to stop her. Instead, he's focused on getting the hatchet out. When the knife cuts across his throat, he pauses, then coughs, blood bubbling up to his lips, even as it pours from his neck. He wavers and half-raises a hand to pull her away, but doesn't make it. John collapses, half-atop Luna's legs. He draws in a few gurgling breaths and coughs before simply succumbing to the rapid blood-loss.

He doesn't say a word or make any sounds but the coughs throughout this.]

cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma, death

[ecks]

[It's done. Ecks scrambles away from under him, eyes never leaving him. She shudders violently, fearful that he will somehow continue even as she watches the life ebb from him and panicked at the thought that she has just murdered her friend. She doesn't make a sound, either, for a long time, but sits trembling with the knife clutched in her hand until long after she is the only living person in the room. Only when the blood on her skin is growing cool and sticky will she get up and move, though her wits are scattered and she does not think to bind her new wound before a new wave of terror crashes through her and sends her running back to the bedroom for her tablet to warn the others.]