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thisavrou_log2017-01-07 04:27 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-01-07 04:27 pm
Did we light too many matches? [ OPEN ]
Who: Adrien & Open
When: Jan 1 - 24, various prompts
Where: Mostly Floor One and outside the complex but I can do starters anywhere
What: It's been a very long couple of months
Warnings: Adrien's mental stability took a hard blow as a result of all that's been going on and then the slaughter on the second floor and then the disappointing news on fourth floor. As such his head is a basket of wet cats that could touch on suicide, genocide, murder and other dark topics.
A – Did we take too many chances | OTA [Jan 3 – 24]
[ Though there was no real need to set up the whole medical tent at this point, not to mention a lack of room, Adrien shifted standard first aid, immediate care and some surgical equipment out of the pacdisc and into a couple of crates.
He’d secured a spot, out of the way and on the first floor for the crates and one cot, just in case there were still some left over issues that people needed addressed. Otherwise … well the crew was better off than the poor fucks down on the second floor now, weren’t they?
(ooc: For any medical CR needs you might want/have. ]
B – "The fight is all we know" | Closed to close CR
[ Not far from where the little medical station was established, on the first floor, Adrien had set up his personal tent, tucked into as solitary a corner as he could manage. As was usually the case with the doctor, he didn’t spend much time there, only returning to grab a couple hours of sleep here and there.
At least until the discovery was made on the 2nd floor.
Adrien had gone down there, picking carefully through the carnage and the bodies as the crew had swept the area. All the bodies down there had been well beyond his skills and the stench was one that … didn’t leave a person quickly. Though the doctor had been stone faced and appeared unmoved by the death, he had also been decidedly more quiet than usual, when eventually surfacing back up to the first floor.
In the days to come, Adrien disappeared for long periods of time, returning the house just outside the inner gate to stand under the cold water until the shivering was so violent he feared for his teeth, even as he scrubbed his skin raw. Sometimes he’d go, shower, come back and within a half hour of being on just the first floor, he’d head back out for another shower.
Courser kept very close to the doctor during this period, the normally gregarious bahari focused on no one else, seemingly glued to Adrien’s left leg.
For close to four days, the doctor discreetly avoided sleep. The third floor had been discovered, with its distraction of audio files and then the fourth floor with its residents. In the beginning, at least, Adrien stayed back, letting those with genuine diplomatic skills take the lead in talking.
But as the fifth day drew to a close, and he realized he’s just read the same sentence for the sixth time in half an hour, Adrien accepted that he could no longer avoid sleep. Crawling into his tent, he only meant to grab a quick nap, a couple hours at most, but the body was fickle thing and as soon as he closed his eyes he fell into a deep, exhausted sort of sleep.
A sleep that lasted long enough for the subconscious to stir from behind its cage walls, whispering a siren song that coaxed all the darkness, held at bay by the conscious mind, to come out and play. A sleep that lasted long enough for the nightmares to sink into night terrors, for the horrors of a crying planet, playing children, wise and knowing eyes, and so much more that lead to the absolutely worst sound of all:
Silence.
It was the silence of a planet, once singing with life, snuffed out in a blink that set Adrien to screaming in his own mind, desperate for the sound of life. Unfortunately it also set him to screaming in the night as the night terror thrashed him ruthlessly in its grip. Courser, sleeping close by, jumped and tried to pull him to consciousness, going so far as to sink his teeth down into the doctor’s shoulder and dragging him. The motion triggered reflexes that were tied to pure instinct and Adrien snatched up the handgun he always kept close.
The screaming stopped as he rolled clear of the tent but as he sprang into a sitting position, the gun held in both hands pointing at threats he could see so clearly in his mind’s eye, it might be safe to assume that Adrien wasn’t fully conscious. Courser likewise had surfaced from the tent the bahari’s posture one of a low, predatory caution, tail stretched out and lashing back and forth as he simultaneously tried to get to his panicked companion and protect him at the same time.
(OOC: Reasons why Adrien doesn’t sleep. Please PM this journal or pPlurk me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
laekhund to discuss responding to this prompt.) ]
C – "There's no way to go, no way to go" | OTA
[ Giving up on the whole sleeping thing, Adrien spent much of his down time pouring over the audio files. He’d carefully transposed each one into one of his sketchbooks and could often be found sitting on the floor, his back against a wall as he read the words over and over.
Ploiatos was obvious and the Bio-Nav mentioned, he was going to assume that was Mana. The Ingress Energy was the common thread and an obvious conflict with how Ploiatos was approaching it. Given what they knew of Ploiatos now, it was all too easy to take this account and blame Ploiatos for his meddling. But Adrien could often be seen frowning as he tapped the sketchbook with his pencil. ]
Why do I get the sense it’s not that black or white? [ He spoke and perhaps he was talking to the bahari who lay close but his voice was loud enough to carry to anyone else walking by. ]
D – "But straight through the smoke, straight through the smoke" | OTA
[ To those who knew him, the doctor might have been noticeably more quiet than usual; yes even for him. As discussions were had and the decision was made to move forward with re-booting the Ingress, he was a watchful but otherwise silent presence.
Now as the work continued down in the complex below, Adrien was up topside, just outside the doors of the Inner Gate, looking out across the desolate landscape. Courser stood beside him, on his left side, the bahari a silent presence, though he could be seen leaning against the doctor’s left leg.
Adrien himself was silent, a shadow that could easily be ignored by those with else on their minds. His right hand was closed loosely around the grip of his handgun, thumb flicking the safety on and off in a steady, almost pensive gesture.
(OOC: Warning, he’s in a philosophical and slightly fatalistic mindset here, so threads could take a dark turn onto the subjects of suicide, genocide, murder … etc. Please note in your comment if you’re okay with this or would rather stay away from any of those subjects. ) ]
When: Jan 1 - 24, various prompts
Where: Mostly Floor One and outside the complex but I can do starters anywhere
What: It's been a very long couple of months
Warnings: Adrien's mental stability took a hard blow as a result of all that's been going on and then the slaughter on the second floor and then the disappointing news on fourth floor. As such his head is a basket of wet cats that could touch on suicide, genocide, murder and other dark topics.
A – Did we take too many chances | OTA [Jan 3 – 24]
[ Though there was no real need to set up the whole medical tent at this point, not to mention a lack of room, Adrien shifted standard first aid, immediate care and some surgical equipment out of the pacdisc and into a couple of crates.
He’d secured a spot, out of the way and on the first floor for the crates and one cot, just in case there were still some left over issues that people needed addressed. Otherwise … well the crew was better off than the poor fucks down on the second floor now, weren’t they?
(ooc: For any medical CR needs you might want/have. ]
B – "The fight is all we know" | Closed to close CR
[ Not far from where the little medical station was established, on the first floor, Adrien had set up his personal tent, tucked into as solitary a corner as he could manage. As was usually the case with the doctor, he didn’t spend much time there, only returning to grab a couple hours of sleep here and there.
At least until the discovery was made on the 2nd floor.
Adrien had gone down there, picking carefully through the carnage and the bodies as the crew had swept the area. All the bodies down there had been well beyond his skills and the stench was one that … didn’t leave a person quickly. Though the doctor had been stone faced and appeared unmoved by the death, he had also been decidedly more quiet than usual, when eventually surfacing back up to the first floor.
In the days to come, Adrien disappeared for long periods of time, returning the house just outside the inner gate to stand under the cold water until the shivering was so violent he feared for his teeth, even as he scrubbed his skin raw. Sometimes he’d go, shower, come back and within a half hour of being on just the first floor, he’d head back out for another shower.
Courser kept very close to the doctor during this period, the normally gregarious bahari focused on no one else, seemingly glued to Adrien’s left leg.
For close to four days, the doctor discreetly avoided sleep. The third floor had been discovered, with its distraction of audio files and then the fourth floor with its residents. In the beginning, at least, Adrien stayed back, letting those with genuine diplomatic skills take the lead in talking.
But as the fifth day drew to a close, and he realized he’s just read the same sentence for the sixth time in half an hour, Adrien accepted that he could no longer avoid sleep. Crawling into his tent, he only meant to grab a quick nap, a couple hours at most, but the body was fickle thing and as soon as he closed his eyes he fell into a deep, exhausted sort of sleep.
A sleep that lasted long enough for the subconscious to stir from behind its cage walls, whispering a siren song that coaxed all the darkness, held at bay by the conscious mind, to come out and play. A sleep that lasted long enough for the nightmares to sink into night terrors, for the horrors of a crying planet, playing children, wise and knowing eyes, and so much more that lead to the absolutely worst sound of all:
Silence.
It was the silence of a planet, once singing with life, snuffed out in a blink that set Adrien to screaming in his own mind, desperate for the sound of life. Unfortunately it also set him to screaming in the night as the night terror thrashed him ruthlessly in its grip. Courser, sleeping close by, jumped and tried to pull him to consciousness, going so far as to sink his teeth down into the doctor’s shoulder and dragging him. The motion triggered reflexes that were tied to pure instinct and Adrien snatched up the handgun he always kept close.
The screaming stopped as he rolled clear of the tent but as he sprang into a sitting position, the gun held in both hands pointing at threats he could see so clearly in his mind’s eye, it might be safe to assume that Adrien wasn’t fully conscious. Courser likewise had surfaced from the tent the bahari’s posture one of a low, predatory caution, tail stretched out and lashing back and forth as he simultaneously tried to get to his panicked companion and protect him at the same time.
(OOC: Reasons why Adrien doesn’t sleep. Please PM this journal or pPlurk me at
C – "There's no way to go, no way to go" | OTA
[ Giving up on the whole sleeping thing, Adrien spent much of his down time pouring over the audio files. He’d carefully transposed each one into one of his sketchbooks and could often be found sitting on the floor, his back against a wall as he read the words over and over.
Ploiatos was obvious and the Bio-Nav mentioned, he was going to assume that was Mana. The Ingress Energy was the common thread and an obvious conflict with how Ploiatos was approaching it. Given what they knew of Ploiatos now, it was all too easy to take this account and blame Ploiatos for his meddling. But Adrien could often be seen frowning as he tapped the sketchbook with his pencil. ]
Why do I get the sense it’s not that black or white? [ He spoke and perhaps he was talking to the bahari who lay close but his voice was loud enough to carry to anyone else walking by. ]
D – "But straight through the smoke, straight through the smoke" | OTA
[ To those who knew him, the doctor might have been noticeably more quiet than usual; yes even for him. As discussions were had and the decision was made to move forward with re-booting the Ingress, he was a watchful but otherwise silent presence.
Now as the work continued down in the complex below, Adrien was up topside, just outside the doors of the Inner Gate, looking out across the desolate landscape. Courser stood beside him, on his left side, the bahari a silent presence, though he could be seen leaning against the doctor’s left leg.
Adrien himself was silent, a shadow that could easily be ignored by those with else on their minds. His right hand was closed loosely around the grip of his handgun, thumb flicking the safety on and off in a steady, almost pensive gesture.
(OOC: Warning, he’s in a philosophical and slightly fatalistic mindset here, so threads could take a dark turn onto the subjects of suicide, genocide, murder … etc. Please note in your comment if you’re okay with this or would rather stay away from any of those subjects. ) ]
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Angela will last as long as she can, thin rivulets of blood running from his jaws down to her elbows to plip uselessly on the floor, but she'll heal. The familiar warmth of nanites springing to action are already trying, slowing the bleeding where teeth puncture her skin even if they can progress no further with the blockage. Adrien's breathing kicks up and she'll have to nudge him along lest this escalate, because neither she nor Courser will give up easily. She can already tell. He has a good companion in the bahari; she could never fault Courser for taking care of him. ]
Adrien, dear, it's only a dream. Everything's all right.
[ Friendly in tone, collected and soothing. She doesn't have her staff to heal his shoulder but she wants it seen to sooner rather than later, and she doesn't stand a chance in calling off Courser— if Adrien's beginning to surface from whatever it is he's caught in, she has to at least ensure he stays on track and wakes before tumbling deeper. ]