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VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
Where: Literally every corner of the known universe
When: Again with the questions...
Rating: BIG BIG HORRIBLE WARNING LOTS OF DEATH AND FIGHTING AND GRAPHIC EVERYTHING I think you might need an adult...
Summary:

THIS IS A CATCH ALL LOG FOR THE DURATION OF THIS SITUATION

Here's what happens. If you want interaction with HARRY OR TOM, if you want to have a short thread with someone discovering a BODY or someone who is WOUNDED or generally just want some blood and guts it happens in here.

THAT BEING SAID if you want to write a log? Do it. I'm just trying to control the madness in one place...as if that might be easier to manage. It also means the community isn't TOO flooded with bodies and boxes of chocolate so those wanting to bypass this event will have less to look at.

IF YOU ARE A VICTIM, YOU MAY POST YOUR DEATH POST IN HERE
I mean, you can if you want but also feel free to make an independent post. Up to you.

Comment in with a header including date and place for whatever situation you're doing so we can just keep track. I'll do the same.

Questions, comments, plurk or aim or pm me. x

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The best way for Martha to keep her mind off of everything that's happened both to her and to others is by making certain that she stays busy. Someone definitely cleaned up this place in her absence, the Doctor had even told her as much, but she doesn't know the details beyond that.

Even so, she's been changing the sheets on the bed, organizing supplies, and checking in with the patients who she has, such as Sam, though at the moment he's passed out due to all the pain medication.

So it takes her a moment to realize that there's someone there, though eventually her senses pick up on it, sending a spike of fear up her spine until she turns around and finds Daryl.

You're back.

"... So you heard? I suppose news travels fast." Martha moves toward Daryl, pushing up on tiptoes to peer over his shoulder as she can't quite curb her paranoia right now. "Are you all right? Been staying safe?"

While he's sure he hadn't been followed, he lets her check the area behind him; after what she's been through- what they're all still dealing with- he don't blame her for being a little paranoid.

...He may just turn to peer down the hallway himself, actually. Can't be too careful.

Once he's satisfied it's reasonably safe, though, he turns back to Martha, and when he does, it's hard to miss how worn out she looks. He frowns.

"Fine," he says, though it sounds a little hollow. "How you doin'? You wake up in the back? Wasn't sure where else-- Needed to keep the beds clear."

He's operating on the (incorrect and entirely illogical) assumption that she knows who'd found and moved her, and so he continues without much pause, craning his head to get a look at the people in the beds: "Lookin' like that was a good call, Christ... Got more people than when I left."

Everything is quiet for now, and so Martha tries not to be too nervous about it. Even if that miner did come around again, she has a feeling that Daryl would be able to handle him with little trouble. Seeing how he'd fought hordes of undead before coming here...

When he starts asking her questions, it takes her a moment, but then it clicks that he's the one who found her and took her back there. Martha glances up, staring at Daryl for a few seconds, even as he keeps talking.

It takes a moment for her to catch up with him, and she nods slowly. "Yeah, seems like that madman's going after everyone." She's relieved that not everyone met the same fate that she did.

"But you're the one who found me? I didn't find out, the Doctor wasn't sure..." Martha can't even imagine how she'd looked, and trying to picture her own dead body is enough to make her heart start beating a bit harder, so she gives up on that quickly.

In a fist fight there's a chance that Daryl'd get knocked on his ass long enough to take a mining pick to the face, but he's been carrying a handgun on him- something he doesn't usually feel the need for- since this mess started. Whether that'd be enough to take the bastard remains to be seen...

But regardless of the efficacy of a gun against someone that may or may not be human, he wouldn't let Martha get killed again, there's just no way.

"No pattern far's I can see..." Not that he's been looking too hard- this ain't CSI.

"And yeah, I was the first one in here. Couple other people showed up after, cleaned the place up-- Al, America... Emma, too. Other doctor, Victor, he took care of things up front while we got shit together..." He chews at his lip, unable to shake the slight guilt he feels at having left her back there like that.

"Somebody with you when you woke up...?"

Because he'd woken up alone, after, and that'd almost been worse than biting it in the first place. Hard to tell what blood's yours when you got no injuries to speak of...

When Martha first woke up (or revived, to be more accurate about it), she'd wondered if maybe the killer was targeting she and the Doctor specifically. Only after she learned about the other deaths and injuries did she realize that there is no rhyme or reason to what's going on here.

And that makes it worse for her, really. Maybe if she could at least understand some semblance of a motive, it might give her a small peace of mind.

Martha's shocked to hear that so many people came and helped out, though. That explains how the clinic had looked so spotless when her blood had surely been all over it before. She smiles, for a moment overcome with the realization that she's got loads of people looking out for her.

"The Doctor was," she says in response to his question. "He's the one I traveled with, you know..." She trails off, assuming that Daryl can fill in the blanks. They've shared their backgrounds with each other, due to that truth event.

Without saying much else, Martha draws closer to Daryl to give him a hug. It's her way of thanking him for taking care of her when she wasn't even aware of it, and for caring in the first place. He doesn't strike her as the touchy-feely type, but everyone can make exceptions, can't they?

"Yeah," he says, relief plain in his voice. That's... Well, not good, because nothing about this situation is even remotely approaching 'good', but it's something. A small comfort, he'd imagine. Gotta take what you can get...

And speaking of-- he lets her go, accepting that hug with only mild awkwardness. He even lifts his hands and sets them at her upper arms, squeezing lightly before dropping them to his sides. At this point, yeah, it's still an exception... But the longer he's here the more comfortable with this kind of crap he becomes. Imagine that.

...It doesn't mean he's gonna let the contact linger, though- after a second he pulls back with a slight frown.

"How long's he been here? Don't know if I've seen him."

The fact that Daryl returns the hug at all means a lot, even if it's brief and not particularly warm. It had been her way of thanking him, though Martha wonders if there might be a better way with someone who seems allergic to physical contact.

It's something she can ponder another time.

"Well, it's a bit complicated. He's been here a few times." In the first instance, he'd been a future version of himself, and that had been a complex situation to deal with. He'd disappeared soon after, though, so Martha hadn't been given much time to work through it.

Then he'd come again, in a more familiar form, lasting for a few weeks before disappearing once more. And now there's this. Third time's the charm?

"This time around, though, he arrived on the last day of my event." She and Daryl had spent some time fortifying the mansion just a day or so before the Doctor showed up again. "He's still very new."

Not allergic, exactly, just... The way pineapple makes the roof of your mouth hurt? It's like that. He'll get over it; there are times when the only appropriate response is a hug, and this is one of those times.

"That ain't long at all." He frowns. "...Picked a hell of a time to show up." He usually feels for the new people, but the ones who'd been dropped here just to be a part of the bullshit that's going on right now? He sure as hell don't envy 'em.

Crossing his arms, he peers over Martha's shoulder to the beds, where he can see a few people resting.

"Sure as hell ain't slowin' down..." And then he looks at her. "You slept at all?"

He hadn't, much, not for a few days when he'd come back. He'd kept it quiet, of course, but he'd been running on empty for at least a week or so afterward.

It's true, the Doctor's timing hadn't been very good. Which is usual for him. Surprising, isn't it? That a time traveler would always seem to botch that up so hideously.

Still, he'd been there for her when she'd come back, and that's something Martha won't forget so quickly.

At this point, Martha suspects that the clinic is going to have at least a few patients in it for a while, so it's a good thing that she has some volunteers to rely on, not to mention Victor.

"No," she says in response to Daryl's question. "I only woke up earlier today, so..." The way she sees it, she'd gotten plenty of rest while she'd been dead, and now there are people that need her. She isn't that eager to lay down and close her eyes again.

He nods.

"Right. You got things under control here, then? Don't know if there's a whole lot I could do with--" he waves a hand toward the current patients. "-All that..."

By which he means 'those people are more banged up than I know how to fix'. And considering he hadn't come across that asshole while wandering the halls, he's sort of at a loss, here, full of energy with no outlet for it.

Part of him wants to stay here, make sure if the miner comes back there's someone here in the condition to do something about it...

Martha could do with any kind of help at this point, but she's thankfully got plenty of it. Everyone's come down to pitch in, and that's made it feel a lot safer here as well.

Not that she'd mind Daryl staying here to keep an eye on things, but she's not going to demand it of him either.

"It seems we've got things handled for now, thank you," she says with a small smile. People are hurt, but at least everyone's stable.

"What do you plan to do?" Martha hopes the answer isn't "hunt down that killer," but she honestly wouldn't be surprised. This is Daryl, after all.

You're in luck, Martha, because no matter how much he wants to find this son of a bitch and put an end to this, he's aware there are people better suited to that than he is, especially when they still don't know what they're dealing with.

Still, he isn't one to side idle:

"Thinkin' about stayin' on this floor," he says, nodding at the patients again. "He comes back here we're gonna have a problem."

He won't go looking, no, but he'll do his best to keep anyone- or anything- that don't need help from getting in here.

"Still don't know if shootin' him's gonna do any good but it's better than nothin'."

Patrolling the first floor seems like a job well-suited to Daryl, and if it keeps him from going on a manhunt, then all the better.

"I'm not sure, either. I'd say if you see him? Aim for non-vital areas and then run away." It's not worth it for Daryl to lose another life to this madman.

Martha looks him over, letting out a sigh and then offering a small smile.

"Make sure you check in, yeah? I want to be sure you're all right. And... thank you again." Martha almost reaches out to pat Daryl on the shoulder, but she refrains. The hug was probably enough.

Daryl is that guy that circles the jail cell you're supposed to escape in every adventure game ever, it's true. Only, you know... The competent kind, the one that throws your ass back in there so many times you can't help but pitch your controller at the wall in disgust just as you notice you've been doing it wrong for the past four and a half hours.

(What is Wind Waker?)

"Kneecaps it is, then." Kneecaps, shins... Guts. Although if he thinks he can make a head shot (and he can always make a head shot) he'll be trying that too. He's real thorough like that.

"I will. Nothin's gettin' in here," he adds, just for some extra reassurance. You're free to do your thing in here, he's got your back. He turns toward the door again, but stops before heading out. ONE MOOOORE THING:

"Lemme know if you need more hands in here."

It's probably for the best that Daryl doesn't voice the thought about the headshot, as then they'd have to get into an argument about whether or not to kill the culprit, and Martha's already doing that in another thread with America, so there.

Martha truly does feel comforted knowing that Daryl's going to be on the lookout, though. He's competent, he's used to crises like these, and he's dependable. She's definitely made a good friend in him, that's for certain.

At that final comment, she nods. "I'll give you a ring if we get swamped."

She's willing to let him go, but not before saying, "Take care out there, Daryl." The last thing she wants is for him to end up dead because of her.

Daryl nods.

"He ain't gonna catch me sleepin'."

And then he's off ~~to ruin little elf boys's lives~~ to do the only thing he can really do in this situation: stay on top of shit.

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GOD I HATED THOSE GUYS IN WIND WAKER

RIGHT THOSE FUCKERS HAUNT MY NIGHTMARES