VALENTINE'S DAY CATCH ALL 12th-17th

[tom_hanniger]

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

Comments

[unsleeved]

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.

[selfrespecting]

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.

[unsleeved]

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...

[selfrespecting]

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.

[unsleeved]

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'."

[selfrespecting]

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.

[unsleeved]

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."

GOD I HATED THOSE GUYS IN WIND WAKER

[selfrespecting]

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.

RIGHT THOSE FUCKERS HAUNT MY NIGHTMARES

[unsleeved]

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.