HOMEBASE

[gamemakers]

Who| Homebase and any character who did not pick a team/showed up late/are refusing to participate.
What| Alien attack
Where| Mainly within the commons of the training center, but also through out the whole building. Please specify location if you are not in the common area.
Warnings/Notes| Please post any warning in your threads subject header when they become applicable. Please shot any questions/concerns to mod through PM. Here is the plotting post for reference.

The atmosphere was tense. There were tables stacked with easy to make food rations, and basic Capitol medical supplies. Some of those supplies, however, would be considered way beyond basic for those from other worlds; spray on skin, a pen that stitched in sutures as you drew it along the wound, a powerful spray anesthetic, a compact splint that stabilized broken bones until they could be treated, and the burn and wound healing cream.

Radios were set around, and the screens that normally showed the games instead flickered between various security cameras places around the neighborhood. The largest screen showed the camera aimed at the training centered front door.

Comments

Wesker - OTA

[president_evil]

It was the closest Wesker had been allowed to the Capitol's technology and he was impressed. For everything else they had been so sorely lacking on in this little endeavor of theirs, they had gone above and beyond where it came to the medical products.

His bedside manner was brisk and abrasive, caring little for his patient's comfort - physical or otherwise - but he was undeniably skilled. For as long past the messy lab days as he was, the old lessons hadn't been forgotten.

In rare lapses of activity, he lingered near Intel, watching silently over shoulders as he wiped his bloodied hands clean.

Ellie - OTA

[onlyimmune]

There was no way in hell she was risking her neck by stepping outside this place. Not for people who had kidnapped her, dragged her here. Not when they still hadn't said a word about what had happened to Joel.

So she resolutely stayed well the fuck out of it - though at that moment that meant that she was forced to stand around, poking at food ration cans, hoping that no one would tell her to do anything.

Every once in a while her eyes would flicker to the television screens, and she would mutter under her breath. "This is so fucking stupid."

[69problems]

"Why do you say that?"

Things were quiet still, thank goodness, so conversation was really all there was to do here besides watch the screens and worry. Healers weren't needed yet, so he could focus on the one thing he was maybe a little good at all on his own: morale.

[onlyimmune]

"Uh, maybe because it's true?" Ellie said as she turned her head to the voice. Not someone she knew, but one of the trolls - no twisted horns though. Probably not one of the ones she was warned about.

So instead she waved vaguely at the television. "This whole thing is stupid. They kidnap us and then want us to clean up their shit."

Sherlock - OTA + John Watson

[alldeduction]

[OTA:]

He was actually trying to be helpful. It was entirely an act, of course. The chaos and the confusion were perfect and he had things he needed to do, but he wanted to look like he was contributing something at first. So he tried to do helpful things that a) wouldn't take much of his time, and b) where he wouldn't be missed when he slipped away. So unfortunately that tended to fall into the immediate category of helping individual people with individual problems, as they arose.

[John:]

Half way through the night, at the height of the chaos, he went to find John Watson while the man was on break between patients.

"John." He nodded behind him. He hadn't given any warning of what he was planning, but he never did these days, and time was of the essence. "Let's go."

Re: Sherlock - OTA + John Watson

[drpsychosomatic]

John had involved himself with the medical team immediately on hearing of the opportunity, and as such was still reeling from the sheer advancement of technology on display when Sherlock appeared out of nowhere. He turned, a device that sprayed on skin in hand, eyebrows raised.

"Let's go?"

[alldeduction]

Sherlock nodded again back toward the door.

"I have other duties for you," he said vaguely. "I'll have you back in a few moments, but first we have something important to see to."

Eponine - OTA

[gardienne]

Eponine wasn't participating. She might have, if she had known if Marius was participating. She might if she was allowed to follow Eva into battle. But, just to defend the Capitol? The people who laughed at her? The people who sought to make her unhappy? No - she would not fight for them.

She wandered through the common rooms, bored and lonely without her friends about her. Funny. She hadn't minded being alone before, in Paris, but now she hated it. Her eyes flicked to the television screens every now and again, watching anxiously for Marius or Eva or Sigma or Howard. But otherwise, she wandered, trailing her hand over the supply tables so fat rolls of bandages toppled over, and packets of dried noodles disappeared into her pockets. That'd show them. Ruining her chance with Marius.

Completely fed up, she curled up on one of the sofas and watched the hustle and bustle around her.

[president_evil]

During one of her small acts of rebellion, Eponine happened to catch the attention of Wesker. Having just finished up with his latest patient (he would live, and perhaps next time he would be more mindful of where he stuck his hands), he was looking to restock his supplies when the bandages went rolling.

"If you're looking for something, perhaps it would be wiser to simply ask, rather than making such a mess for the rest of us," he purred.

[gardienne]

"Perhaps I am not looking , Monsieur. Perhaps I wonder why a man who won an arena heals the men who put him there."

She looked up accusingly at him. "Or perhaps all of that is forgotten now, Sir?"

But then her fierce glare relaxed and she grinned. "Or perhaps I look for someone to talk to."

Blaine OTA

[mediumdrip]

Blaine was pretty anxious about all of this stuff, but he was doing his best to maintain his composure. This entire thing just seemed like one more reason to believe that the Capitol didn't actually know what it was doing. He wasn't at all surprised by that, but still it was disheartening.

He avoided the screens as he normally did and worked on making sure that their supplies were neatly organized. Being neat was one of the few things he knew he could do.

Re: Blaine OTA

[gardienne]

Unfortunately, a petty, peeved girl was messing up his supplies. Eponine was fed up with the Capitol, and dreading returning to the arena after the last time. So she was making her own act of rebellion, nothing big enough to get her in trouble. But enough to cause a little annoyance, and to let her vent her frustrations.

She didn't look at Blaine, acknowledge his presence, as she knocked over neat stacks and pocketed a few interesting bits and pieces. It wasn't his fault. But she wasn't sorry.

[mediumdrip]

"Why did you do that?" Blaine asked her, frowning just a bit. He wasn't angry or anything, because he was too worried to be angry. "We need this stuff if any of the people out there get hurt." He bent to pick up the mess she had made.

Yukiya Ayase OTA

[littlebylittle]

Yukiya didn't think he'd be any help, anywhere, when something like this was going on. He kept trying to find places to help out with rations or supplies, but then ended up feeling like he was just in the way of the others.

In the end, he moved over to the side and watched as they waited for any news of what was happening outside.

Cinna OTA

[setfires]

Cinna stood looking over some of the medical supplies. His eyes were focused on the pen that could sew up skin. The fact that they were going to need these supplies made his stomach feel as if he had swallowed lead, but he was careful to keep it out of his face.

He was good at waiting for news about the well being of a friend, even if this time the news wasn't coming to him directly from the Games. That didn't make this any easier though, as they all had to wait for news now too.

Lin Mayuzumi OTA (Whereever the medical supplies are)

[and_my_pickaxe]

Lin sat near a freshly prepared medical station, fidgeting with the scrubs she'd been given to wear and looking bored. She'd come only for the wad of cash they'd been promised, and did not expect much action at all. These big tough secret-power-types had it covered, right? It was much easier to sit along the sidelines and "nurse", which to Lin meant nothing more than being a spectator and dealing in gossip overheard from the radio.

And even if there were any patients today, thanks to their fancy equipment this medical shit looked easy enough to use. No problem. If she could kill people in the Arena, she could bullshit care just as easily, right? What was the worst that could happen?

Primrose Everdeen | About

[andproper]

Prim was everywhere. Everywhere she thought she could be of use, anyway - and she did want to be of use. Running around with medicine, trying to get patients to calm down so she could either treat them herself or take them to those who could... Prim knew more about medicine than most of the other volunteers, she thought, but she wasn't better than the actual doctors.

The injuries left her white faced, though. She was nervous. Scared, even. But she wasn't going to let that stop her.

Later, post-injury! //burn warn

[carnagecarnival]

They didn't listen. No matter how he said he was fine, he'd taken worse than this and lived, that he could handle it and that he needed to be there, they didn't listen. Why is he even motherfucking surprised.

But his voodoo still worked here. It was still within the range that allowed it to him. His focus is a little broken; the fear radiates in waves from him in a small circle. He grits his teeth, firmly ignoring the states of his arms, even as the indigo blood danced its way down this way and that in rivulets, along the broken and burnt patches of skin. But his eyes continue to flash. He has to crush the Aliens. And more importantly, he needed that file; the mind he has isn't fighting him, it's doing exactly as needed, he can feel it. But he needs them to get it somewhere safe, where he can find it later.

SOMEWHERE IT WILL NOT BE FOUND, SOMEWHERE IT WILL NOT BE FOUND, IF IT IS ALL TO BE FOUND YOU'RE MOTHERFUCKING DEAD, HIDE IT, HIDE IT, ONLY ONE MAY FIND IT...

He's been led to cot and left there, and there he sits. He has to look busy now. He has to take care of his injury and show he is not to be culled. He starts try to peel away the bits of what once was his sleeves, melted into his flesh. Every so often a growl or snarl will slip between his teeth, but nothing more. He doesn't touch any of the medical supplies.

Oops. DX

[andproper]

Prim is scared. She doesn't need his power to make her terrified, not one bit. It's a natural state for her in a place with this much pain and suffering.

But she isn't going to let it stop her from doing her job. She's not scared for herself, when she sees her burns. She's scared for him. Scared of what might happen to him.

"You need to use the medicine."

Way later, after the alien attack + healing. //For Psiioniic and Terezi

[carnagecarnival]

His eyes have stopped their flash, back to indigo-grey pupils and orange-yellow sclera. He sits on the cot, cross-legged, back to them all. He leans forward, hand on his knees and elbows out, to keep his arms from touching him. His eyes dart over each person that comes near, evident threat in his eyes, before darting down again.

They weren't culling him. They couldn't, he wouldn't have let them, but they hadn't tried yet. It sinks it in. They value his life more than they'd like to admit, even if for their games. It still meant something, if they weren't discarding what could be seen as damaged. He just didn't know how much. He needed to get done what he needed before that time was out.

His eyes close. Mentally he reaches out past the barriers, to where the people of the capitol still were. He blankets fear over them, indistinct but heavy. Enough to stir doubts and worries. From there, anger. And of course, daymares.

NOT TO BE TRUSTED, RECKLESS, WILL RISK YOUR LIVES, NOT SAFE, YOU'RE NOT SAFE HERE...

He hammers it down, then eases back slow, with a hiss through teeth. Now to get the file, find it before anyone else, then destroy it. He wonders if going right now would be too obvious.

(after psii shows up, obviously)

[pythianjudgment]

It takes a while for Terezi to check up on him. Not for lack of wanting to, but there were things that needed to be wrapped up, even after the Initiate was taken from the field for his injuries.

His injuries. It's hard to think about it without wincing visibly, her fingers curling inward at the memory of the pain in his voice. She should have caught that. She knows she should have, somehow... If she had, the Initiate probably wouldn't have been ordered back to the base so quickly. He's probably at least angry about that.

For a practice run of her Sight, that had been a pretty miserable experience. Even SGRUB had run smoother than that--though if she was being honest, there was probably a reason for that. The timelines felt...weird, here. Her powers didn't belong here, and she got the feeling that maybe they didn't work quite right.

Either way, when she finally approaches the Initiate after everything has started to settle down, it's with mild hesitance. There's a small sack that she holds tightly in one hand, her fist cinching the top, but she doesn't call attention to it yet.

"Hey..." she calls, quietly, alerting him to presence before getting too close. He probably already knows she's there, but it doesn't hurt to give a wounded troll a bit of warning. She tries not to breathe too deeply, tries not to smell the seared flesh on his arms. But she doesn't turn away from it, either. "How are you feeling?"

[xanthous]

He didn't know he should be worried. He didn't know he should be scared, but when he gets back, when he looks for Kurloz, when he isn't there...He is scared.

He rushes to find him, pushing past anyone who gets in his way. He hovers over his bed, looking down at Him and just...wondering what he needs to do. He's never encountered anything like this before. He's never been so worried. He feels selfish and scared, but he knows that he needs to be there for Kurloz. He reaches him, hesitating. He doesn't know how Kurloz will react and that thought alone is enough to set him into a tizzy. That thought on top of everything else is almost crippling him.

He slowly sinks down next to his cot, sighing out softly. "Kurloth. I...I'm thorry."

After everyone is back or dead

[knifewithnoname]

Sandy lay deathly still, looking very small on one of the beds designed for adults. So small that Pruna could sit at the end legs tucked up to her chin and still be no where near touching her. Pruna was mostly uninjured, except a gash on her arm which had mostly stopped bleeding, and a bunch of cuts and bruises. The rest of her team had mostly not been so lucky. But she didn't care about them. She only really cared about Sandy.

"You did be promising Sandy Marko, you can no be breaking your promise." She sounded angry. She was angry. Sandy's team were useless and had let her be hurt. She was going to kill them. Slowly, painfully. If Sandy woke up then she would do it in the arena, punish them for hurting her friend, her girlfriend.

If she didn't... well then she would have to make sure they disappeared for good.

She stared at Sandy, she looked so small here. So frail, all it would take was for Pruna to put her hands round her neck, or over her mouth and she would be dead forever.

Pathetic. "You better be remembering our deal." She muttered, she wanted to poke her in the forehead but she was afraid to even touch her.

She glared around the room, keeping watch. Guarding Sandy until she wasn't so easily breakable.

Re: After everyone is back or dead

[carnagecarnival]

After Mituna's leave, surrounded by so many other, it didn't take long for the Initiate to become antsy once more. His mind keeps straying to the file he had to collect and rid of. But he knew he needed to occupy himself just a bit longer.

He senses her from his place and rises from his place. He slips silently past every other person weaving by, careful not to let his burnt up arms be touched, and careful not to draw more attention than he already does. He looks from Pruna, to the girl on the bed. He creeps careful over the other girl's mind, hovering with his voodoo, but not touching, sensing for what was to be there.

He says, to Pruna, "She'll live. HER MIND IS HELD TRUE UP WITHIN HER. He'd know if she was bound for her ticket taker. IT MAKES FOR THE FEAR TO FEEL DIFFERENT IT ALL DOES."

Much Later, after the aliens are defeated everyone has been released back to tribute tower/around

[carnagecarnival]

The aliens are dead. He is alive. He took ally with enemies against new enemies.

And he made first mark on one more that they shared. The Capitol itself. It cost him distraction, enough to hit the wrong person in battle, enough to earn him burns all on the flesh of his arms, welted and bloody, grey turned purple. But in exchange, he got to taste their fear, taste the anxiety, the worry, the suspicion. The idea that Capitol would not protect even its own, not when it was too busy focusing on what new beasts it could pull from without this universe. He felt it, thick, heavy ink, black-pink-indigo. A taste like wine, like elixir, like water after days in the desert. He wrapped himself in it and in turn, he wrapped their minds in him. He dug his claws deep and raked wounds in there, poured every bit of the acidic fear he could.

They would not be so trusting of their Capitol again any time soon. Not so trusting of the one responsible.

And of course, he couldn't just rely on that alone, no. The motherfucker he controlled directly won't remember a thing. They'll feel that unease, the daymares, the ill, but their remembrance will be blank. And should remain so, so long as he finds it. He is searching now. It had had to be a place hidden from view, that wouldn't be recorded on any camera. They had to move it there in a way that wouldn't gain suspicion. He'd poured everything he could into those two things, while finally, making it so that he could find it still. It had taken a precision he wasn't even sure he could pull off. If the mind he used doesn't ache as much as his does now, he'd be sorely surprised.

He walks exactly along to where he planned it. He follows the streets in the same path, just to be sure, just to throw off any who might suspect. He gets back to the training center. Down the road along it he goes-- the down curve-- to the point where the road looped in a square or circle by Marina Drive--the loop of the sign. Keep going down, then over-in-- the tail of the capricorn. He stops and looks around for a crack, something it could be hidden behind. The whole place is still evacuated, though it won't be long before people start to return.It's no matter though; he finds it.

It's just a slip of paper, stuck out a little further from the other pages in some inane Capitol magazine. He picks it up, flips idly through it, and tears a page or two out, crumpling them in his hand, then tossing them and the magazine back behind him. He slips the third crumpled sheet into his pocket.

Back at the Training Center, he wastes time. Act idle, reveal nothing. It wasn't as if he has to hide his sense of victory when everyone else was feeling it. Nor does he think he really had to hide his distaste. This is natural. He doesn't really have to act at all.

He makes it back to his room later. Not Mituna's this time. It's a risk in any case, he knows they're being watched, possibly filmed even there in their rooms, but better there than putting it on Mituna. They didn't need the chance to use him against him.

He goes straight for the bath, strips of his clothes, and grits his teeth as he steps into the water. Blood immediately rises from his wounds and clouds the water. He can barely help from making noise, little choked gasps of pain. He splashes water up over his head with one hand until it hangs like a protective curtain. Then, he bends low, just over the water's surface, and unclenches his other hand. He unfolds the soaked paper with utmost delicacy within the shroud of his hair. The ink bleeds and the paper itself is like to come apart, but he has just enough of it saved that he can parse the main bit of the message, the thing he'd looking for all this time.

His eyes go wide.

District Thirteen. It still exists. Twelve districts under control, one more, a thirteenth that had been meant to be eradicated, that was meant to no longer exist. And yet persist it goddamn did, a seperate entity. Like the motherfucking mutantbloods. The thirteenth goddamn heresy. It had only been seventy five years--Years! Not even sweeps!-- ago, he'd been told, of course they still persisted. And not only that; all this, the aliens, it had had nothing to do with Capitol all along. At least according to this. Rebellion. A government didn't make it a mere seventy five years past a war without it. He wants to laugh. Of course. Of motherfucking course.

The paper goes back beneath the water, back into his hands to be crushed and shredded, to bleed out every last trace of ink. He lifts his hands back up, cupping the dark purple water, and brings it up to his face. The water washes over and he swallows the last bit of paper left. He tries not to gag, moving to drain the tub and get out, switch over to the shower.

As he watches more blood wash off him, the purple pooling at his feet and swirling down the drain, he prays.