[log] KATAMARI TO THE RESCUE [closed]

[armoured]

Characters: Rhys, Angel, Al, Ed, Steph, Greed, Biff (and maybe Freya)
Location V3
Date: Day 052
Summary: Team Katamari responds to a distress call
Warnings: Talk of death and monsters

It's time for another mingle! Post starters and tag around.

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ota

[armoured]

[Al set a punishing pace that day in order to reach the rendezvous point by nightfall. Worry set his long legs striding out at full speed, only ever so often stopping to make sure everyone was keeping up.

It's still an hour or so to lockdown when he opens up the door to the house they agreed to meet in, the lights of his eyes bright in the darkness.]

Angel? Rhys? Are you here?

[He starts to shake off the excess wetness from his armour, not wanting it to rust, though he's too busy checking to see if the poor battered rescuees are here to make sure he's not splashing anyone else.

Sorry if he gets anyone wet...]

[phaseshifter]

Hello? Who's there?

[ After yesterday, Angel is pretty understandably wary of anything or anyone entering her general vicinity. She's on the upper floor when Al enters the building, and she tightly grips her little can of mace as she makes her way down the stairs.

Fortunately for Norfinbury as a whole, Al is not a monster. As soon as Angel is far enough down the staircase to spot him, she leaps down the remaining stairs in one go and runs towards him for a hug. WHO CARES IF THE METAL IS WET AND COLD, SHE IS ALL OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE ]

Thank you for coming! Thank you.

[armoured]

Ange--

[He doesn't quite get the full word out before he's being hit with a small missile that latches onto him in a hug. He freezes just for a second before enfolding her as gently as he can.]

H-Hey, it's okay, of course I came. It isn't just me, either, we all came as soon as we could. That's what friends are for, after all.

[Poor Angel, his heart aches for her.]

Are you hurt?

[headjacked]

[ Rhys is also being extra-cautious, and he's jumpy on most days, let alone days where he's hideously sleep deprived and recovering from the worst 24 hours he has ever experienced. Pandora? Looking awfully cozy by comparison!

He stumbles out into the open, face full of relief and holy cow those bruises. The discoloration has only gotten worse. ]

Hey! Hey, Al - !

[ As has his coordination, apparently, because he is on the ground way before reaching Al. ]

I - I promise, my legs DO work, and one day I will prove that.

[armoured]

--Ah!

[Any greeting is swallowed by a noise of surprise and concern as Rhys just collapses down onto the floor, looking like he's been involved in several fights and come off as the loser in every one of them.

Al is down by his side in only two long strides of his massive metal legs, carefully trying to assist him at least into a sitting position.]

It's okay, take it easy. You look... we're here to help now, you can relax. You're safe, I promise.

OTA!

[phaseshifter]

1 - Evening

[ Angel is keeping busy. And by "keeping busy" what I actually mean is she's trying to break stuff - a deactivated tablet, to be precise. She can be found in various places throughout the evening - standing at the top of the stairs and dropping the tablet from a height, hitting it against hard surfaces, sitting on a chair and patiently trying to scratch away at it with the sharp metal edges of her keyring...

Whichever you find her doing, it doesn't seem to be working. Stupid sturdy tablets. ]

 

2 - Night

[ The fact that Angel can't sleep probably isn't going to surprise anyone. She does try, but after an hour of restless discomfort she gives up.

Anyone with similarly disturbed sleep might notice her sitting on the bottom step of the staircase, wrapped in her sheet and illuminated by the glow of her tablet (and her tattoos). She seems pretty engrossed in whatever she's typing on there - so much so that she probably isn't going to notice anyone who might be wandering about. ]

night

[ossifragant]

[After several minutes of Angel sitting at the bottom of the step, Greed approaches her, a blanket wrapped over his shoulders.

He doesn't look particularly sleepy right now.]

Trouble sleeping?

[He tries to make his presence known so he doesn't surprise her suddenly, but things happen, so!]

[phaseshifter]

[ Mission success! In that Angel doesn't get startled as such. She does seem mildly surprised to be approached, but not unpleasantly so, and she scoots to one side of the step in case he'd like to sit down. ]

Just a little! You too?

[ He might not look tired, but some people are better at hiding that than others, aren't they? ]

I hope I didn't wake you.

Evening

[swatsflies]

[There are moments where he remembers just how terrifying girls can be and this was one of them. He watches warily for a few moments before he realizes that she's trying to do something he's been dying to do.]

Hey, is that an extra tablet?

[He drops down next to his bag to fish around for something.] I think I have something that will help with that.

[Where is that stupid thing...oh there it was! Pulling out a flat-head screw driver and holding it up so she can see.]

[phaseshifter]

Oh - cool!

[ Angel gives up on her current tactic - holding the tablet in both hands and ramming a foot into it repeatedly - and after inspecting the casing for damage she holds it out towards Zell. ]

Here, you can try - I'm not sure it'll help, honestly. I'm not sure what these are made of, but whatever it is is, um. Much harder than the plastic it seems to be.

evening;

[forfeits]

[ he's heard the clatter of the tablet on the floor, heard the scratching -- but didn't give it much thought. this place makes weirder noises at night. but when he sees Angel trying to work on it, he approaches. ]

That's not your tablet, is it? [ as long as she's not breaking hers. he knows that one at least disappeared with Dumpy, but could they afford to lose more? ] I... can try to help if you want. [ he has a butcher's knife, and the fact that he has a metal arm might help, too. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ Angel beams at Ed as he approaches, breaking off her destructive efforts to give him a little wave. Company is always welcome, even when she has super serious work to do. ]

Hi! No, it's not mine. It was...

[ Dad's?

Her smile fades a little, but not completely, and she offers the tablet. Yeah, not finishing that sentence. ]

Here, um, you can try if you want. I'm pretty sure these things are unbreakable as things are, but...!

open~

[headjacked]

evening;

[ Rhys has his nail polish out once more and is finishing the job he started before everything went to shit. He's filling the white stripe on his cybernetic hand in with the red of the polish. This requires quite a few coats. ]

I'm not really hungry. [ Cough. His voice is incredibly hoarse. ] - what? How can you tell, y - oh. Well, I'll eat -- t-tomorrow, when I feel less pukey. Trying to do everyone a favor here!

[ If you can make that out, congrats. If you can make it out over the loud grumblies of his stomach, SUPER congrats. He... appears to be alone, though. Alone and having a one-sided conversation, complete with pauses. W e i r d. ]

middle of the night;

[ A body can only take so much before it just collapses entirely. Rhys was able to get his throw pillow out of his backpack but apparently conked out before he could rest his head on it.

And he's just kind of...sprawled in the middle of the floor. A major trip hazard. It's a wonder he can sleep in that position, really. Face in the carpet, long limbs twisted and haphazard. This is asking for a neck cramp. An EVERYTHING cramp.

Wake him up? Or don't. He's going to start awake eventually. There's enough nightmare fuel bouncing around in his head for the foreseeable future. ]

night!

[phaseshifter]

[ When Angel gives up on sleeping and gets up (wrapped in her sheet in a way that makes her look like a tiny sock-footed ghost), she stumbles on Rhys. Almost literally. With his non-butt in the air and his legs arranged like they are, he kind of looks like the shittiest abstract sculpture that ever existed. One that's had bits shot off it, and that probably didn't look all that great in the first place. Yeah.

To try and keep any other night-time wanderers from falling over him, she edges her way past and kind of. Prods at him with her foot to try and get him to roll onto his side. Very gently. MUSTN'T WAKE THE BABY. ]

u hecked up

[headjacked]

[ If that was her ultimate goal, she probably shouldn't have tipped him over. Granted, he probably would've slept through it it hadn't been for the horrible rib bruising. An easy thing to forget with the way things have been lately.

He jerks and groans when his side his the floor, eyes opening partway. ]

Why.

evening

[spoileralert]

Uh.

[ Why does Steph feel like she's just walked in on something private? Well, to be fair, she probably has. ]

You okay?

[headjacked]

[ He jerks and turns around, smearing a red line outside of the designated paint zone. Oh yeah, genius, there's a ton of people surrounding you again! ]

Yyyyyyeah! F-fine. You know, all things, uh. All things considered.

evening;

[forfeits]

Hey...

[ so things have been weird in general in a place like this, and after the past few days' events? he's not surprised every one is tense. but what does surprise him is to hear Rhys talking to himself. he would think it's just rambling, mindless mumbling to ones self, but the pauses are what catches his attention. ]

Food might help your stomach settle down. [ a small shrug, and he stands near him, leaning back against a wall. ] I mean, unless it's that bad. [ let's not mention the talking to one's self, yet. ]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys tries to play it off like he hasn't been talking to himself, nodding in acknowledgement of Ed's arrival. He ignores the hologram at his side for now. ]

Not hungry. I don't FEEL hungry, anyway, so. Not gonna risk forcing it.

I'll... try tomorrow, even if I still feel like crap. [ He gives the invisible AI a quick look. There, satisfied? ] Don't want to become dead weight for the team.

[forfeits]

early evening; ota

[ it's been a while since they've been able to let off steam, since they could put away the horrors of this place and instead focus on just being boys. ed's getting feeling back, slowly, and this has only made him bold. they have a few hours until the doors lock, but sitting and waiting won't make it any warmer inside than it is outside.

and so Ed gets an idea -- one that he probably shouldn't act on, considering the heavy mood of the group, Angel and Rhys having been through hell, but. he stands, stretching, and shrugs his coat off. freezing temperatures, no big deal. ] Hey, Al! [ it's loud enough that the whole group could hear it. ] Going to sit there all night? You'll lose your touch that way -- bet I can beat you. Wanna try? [ he snorts, all smirky arrogance. ] C'mon, Al. Or are you afraid the snow will slow you down? [ ... he's mature, really. intercept? join in the sparring? spectate? the boys won't mind! ]

night; ota

[ Ed is tired in a satisfying way for once -- it's not the same, soul-broken sort of fatigue he's been plagued with recently. instead, he's sitting in one of the rooms, pressed into a corner, a book in his lap. it's nothing interesting -- just a book on interrogation tactics, but it's better than letting his mind rot in a place like this.

he seems caught up in it, focused on it and not on how tired he's feeling. he's idly flexing the fingers of his automail hand -- trying to work the sensation back into it as the effects from his revival seem to be wearing off, just like he was told. he's got a nasty bruise on his jaw, and a few other little scrapes from the sparring earlier, but overall, he seems content. please, interrupt him! ]

night

[spoileralert]

[ Steph wanders over from curiosity - she's picked up a mystery novel of her own and rediscovered how much she enjoys reading - and twists to looks at the title of the book. When she reads it she makes a sour face. ]

Interrogation tactics? Really?

[forfeits]

Better than reading this.

[ and in his bag? a trashy romance novel, which should embarrass him more than it does. but he hasn't read it, and doesn't plan to. who knows when they might need something to burn. ]

It's interesting stuff, really. [ he groans, glancing over to the book she's reading. ] At least you've found something good. Some of the things you see in these houses... well, they're weird.

evening

[armoured]

[Al looks up in surprise when Ed's challenge echoes out so loudly, though perhaps he shouldn't actually be shocked. Ed often dealt with hard things by blowing off steam physically, but this--]

Are you sure that's a good idea, Brother?

[He hauls himself to his feet and clanks over to where Ed is standing.]

What if you damage your automail? Winry isn't exactly here to fix it.

[forfeits]

Yeah, why not?

[ he stretches his arms, bones popping, metal creaking a little. ] Have I ever damaged my automail fighting you before, Al? [ he grins, stepping up to his brother, prodding a finger against his chest plate. ]

You're just afraid you'll lose, huh? [ it's ridiculous, and he doesn't feel quite as giddy as he sounds, but why not have a little bit of fun while they can. the area is secure and safe enough. ] What do ya say, Al?

night;

[swatsflies]

[Hopefully Ed's heart wasn't set on reading tonight. Zell decided to invade the room Ed was in. Dropping his bag on the floor to dig out his wire strippers, a flat-head screw driver, a bunch of old rusted nails, and a necklace. He's going to steal a look over at the blond before plopping down with his stuff noisily.]

I have a bottle of snow if you need something. Your younger brother whooped you pretty good. [He's smiling when he says that last part, mostly because he already thinks Al is super cool, but also because it is a little funny that the younger brother kicks so much butt.]