open 🗡may staycation

[oiorpata]

CHARACTERS: andy + open!
LOCATION: various station spots
DATE: post vrefesea mission
CONTENT: misc downtime feat an axe
WARNINGS: temporary burns and gnarly injuries in closed starters



I 🗡 QUIT YOUR JOB

[ after the initial arrival back on the station, the kaiju blood is clean and her skin is ✨ clear ✨, but she lost track of joe in the chaos, and there are others she wants to check on now that there isn't a lizard monster determined to tear everything up. her clothes are a bit of a mess - torn from the fight, holey from the blood, revealing pockets of unmarked and uninjured skin as her ex-archeologist attire is no longer fit for service. but she is deeply unconcerned in the immediate about any exposures, especially now that she's rid herself of the acidic blue sludge. ]

[ her axe is neat on her back in its holster, guns tucked away, and she looks remarkably put together for a woman who just double-team killed the train monster. mostly she is moving through the orbers, but she'll stop at anyone who looks worse for wear, or at anyone she already knows even a nominal amount. she can't believe how concerned she's getting for these orbers. ugh. ]

You good? [ injured? in need of a snack? a literal lift to the infirmary?? ]

[ after the visits to the infirmary, andy makes her way to the kitchen. her axe is still at her back, her clothes are still a mess, but she wants a goddamn drink. for once in her life she doesn't steal the whole bottle of vodka, popping it open and pouring herself a full glass at the counter instead. it is roughly the size of a beer mug. ]

[ and then she just starts to chug it. water break?? no. this is better. snacks will be next. ]

II 🗡 LIVE IN THE WOODS

[ andy, as always, prefers the sunlight room. ]

[ perhaps today she is sitting beside the stream, barefoot with a smatter of tools scattered around her as she scrubs and cleans her axe. she made sure the kaiju blood was removed quickly and immediately, but it was a good reminder that it's probably due for a good fixer upper. the sun is warm, and she's in a dark tank top with black leggings, expertly wiping it down. at some point she switches over to sharpening it. ]

[ it's old as balls, just like she is, and it does not have the same healing properties. but she handles it with both great care and expertise. ]

[ if she's not with her axe, she is probably just sleeping. her feet dangle in the stream and she lays flat on her back, eyes closed. the sun feels nice on her face and she enjoys the quiet, save for the sound of the water. she won't miss anyone approaching, but she'll give it a minute to see if they pass before saying anything. ]

Come on in, the water's fine. [ the water is in fact chilly, and maybe she's not entirely asleep despite all appearances. there is also zero sign of injury, despite most assuredly coming in close contact with kaiju blood. ]

III 🗡 WILD CARD + POTENTIAL TRAINING

[ throw something at me or lets chat!! you can find me at communism or romanitas#5368 @ disco! wildcard me or we can do a custom thing! c:

[ definitely open to training stuff, especially if we've talked about it before, but i'd prefer to write up a custom thing given andy + weapons etc so hit me up if you'd like and lets plot! or drop one of your own design! you wanna learn to use any weapon at all?? andy's ur girl. ]

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closed 🗡

[oiorpata]

closed to clara oswald

[ they teleport back to the station and not for the first time, andy is bloody. it's goopy, bright blue this round, and quite literally burning through her shirt, though it's mostly slathered over her arms. she hadn't paid it much attention back on the train despite feeling the specs of pain, but now that it's really settling on her skin, now that she is no longer staring down an alligator monster, the burn becomes more prominent. she's used to pushing through wounds, even if it's largely because they'll close up by the time she moves two steps forward. it's largely on her arms from how she'd axed the kaiju, but there are smaller spatters over her face and neck that burn too, just less dramatically in comparison. ]

Fucking - [ whatever she's cursing out is lost to another - ] Fuck! [ - as she tries to wipe the blood from her arm using her bare hand, so really all she's getting is a double burn, but they're back on the station. she presumes it'll be fine shortly, as soon as she can get the fucking blood off. it's like fucking sludge. ]

[ she spots clara and holds out her axe with urgency. ] Wipe it down. [ priorities!! she doesn't want that to get corroded either! her body will be fine, the axe is in more danger. ]

[bossily]

[Clara's left reeling after the events that had transpired on the mission. She's injured, she's emotionally distraught, and she's mentally shut down. She stands there as they're first brought back to the station, wide eyed and almost vacant. It's Andy that pulls her out of it, shouting to her for help.

And as always, Clara leaps into action. Nodding, she grabs hold of the axe and takes off at a run toward the piles of towels and blankets that she and a few others have arranged in case anyone needs them on the platform. She grabs two towels. One to wipe down the axe with, and the other to toss to Andy.

She's in the middle of wiping it down, making careful to avoid getting anything on her hands. She's already got a burn on her arm thanks to the blood and isn't looking forward to any further pain.

It's after she's tossed Andy the towel and is almost done cleaning the axe when she realizes something. She can't believe that someone would care so much about a weapon. Not when they're being burnt themselves.

It leaves Clara's trust issues put on the back burner as more pressing curiosities take priority.]

We need to get you to the shower. Come on.

[But first, she needs to take care of her friend.]

[oiorpata]

[ she manages to clear most of the blood from one of her arms before clara tosses her a towel, which will make things easier. as soon as she wipes the skin down, it immediately starts to patch itself back up, a quiet relief despite the pain she is otherwise in. proof that it'll be temporary. ]

[ she spares a glance to where clara is working on the axe, feeling a little guilty that she shoved it at her before even asking if she was all right herself, but relieved that it'll likely be fine with clara's quick work. ]

[ she wipes down her face and neck next, then moves onto to her other arm, brushing it off as best she can, but the blood is beginning to eat away at the towel too. ]

Probably a good idea.

[bossily]

[She's so focused with making sure the axe is clean as she's been asked that she doesn't fully notice just how much of the kaiju's blood is on Andy. But she knows that it's critical she get clean as soon as possible, so they can make their way to the infirmary.]

The blood is corrosive. Which you can feel right now. Once you're clean, I can grab my first aid kit and try to treat your burns.

[It's about then that she swears she sees a patch of skin that was previously burnt now looking just fine. But she must be mistaken, she thinks. That doesn't stop her from starting to walk a little faster.]

closed 🗡

[oiorpata]

closed to daisy johnson

[ she hears through the grapevine all sorts of things about the situation with newt on the train, bits and pieces from the chatter, idly looking at the network, a variety of people injured - shot, stabbed, burned, what a fucking mess. a little selfishly, after grabbing herself a coat to throw over her ruined clothes, she heads back to the infirmary proper to find daisy. ]

[ who, evidently, has once again come back from a mission injured. though what she's heard of this round is more concerning than the rest. ]

[ andy finds her room quickly, and after making sure she's awake, slips inside without much preamble, sitting gently at the side of her bed, on the opposite from her injury - bandaged up but still looking pretty gnarly. ]

You look like shit. [ this is a sign of true concern. but despite the words, the concern is very much embedded in her face. ] Jesus, Daisy.

[morethan084]

[The events leading up to being in the infirmary are very hazy, and even now she's struggling to focus on any one thing. Partially because of the medication she's on, partially because she's very worried about Newt. She's been told they managed to get him and he's currently sedated, but she can't seem to get any more information.

She doesn't try to sit up, but she does turn her head in Andy's direction when she sits on the side of her bed.]

Thanks.

[Licking her dry lips, Daisy's eyes are slightly unfocused but that doesn't stop her from being a little shit.]

You don't look so hot yourself. You've got a little--

[She lifts her uninjured hand, pointing at her own cheek.]

That's not yours, right?

[oiorpata]

[ oh, she's definitely on the good stuff. she's never needed pain meds, doesn't know what it feels like, but she's seen others blearily blink their way through the haze of it. ]

[ andy takes a quick look again at the wounds, frowning as daisy still asks after her despite clearly being in worse shape. but that's daisy. ]

[ she wipes the blood off her cheek. ] Not mine. And my healing's back, so you have no reason to worry about me right now. Do you need water?

LIVE IN THE WOODS

[deaddrop]

[Natasha doesn't try to hide her approach, boots scuffing softly as she moves closer. She could be quieter, but it seems rude. Beyond that, Natasha knows better than to try sneaking up on a potentially dangerous person with a very large weapon.

Though clearly that doesn't translate into leaving Andy to her apparent nap.]

Hm. Think I'd rather not take off my shoes. But you enjoy.

[oiorpata]

[ even if someone got the jump on her - which they have, it's not impossible - she simply comes back, so it makes it easy for her to catnap when she can. ]

[ she recognizes the voice before she opens her eyes to see who's approaching, and her first response is to kick her feet in the water, making a few little splashes. ]

Complicated shoes? That's the biggest problem with certain boots. [ she loves boots but they can be a pain to lace up and down. ]

[deaddrop]

[Natasha scuffs the toe of her boot in the grass, considering the fact it's not real. None of it is.

It feels real enough. She figures the water would feel real too.]

I do love a good pair of boots.

[And she's not sure she's ready for that.]

You seem to be enjoying yourself, though.

Quit Your Job

[catchatting]

Andy!

[ Zari's clothes are shredded, one of her arms is burned and both of her legs are scratched up and while none of it looks life-threatening, she's in a lot more pain than she'd like to be, but as soon as Andy asks her if she's good, she just throws her good arm around the other woman and clings for a moment. ]

Are you okay?

[oiorpata]

[ she manages to give zari a proper once over and deems the injuries mostly superficial before she gets an armful of her friend. it's a small surprise, but she returns the hug gently, taking care not to touch any of burns. one arm tucks at her waist, giving zari a tiny squeeze. ]

I'm not hurt. [ she knows she might look a mess, but it's only in looks. ] But you should probably get a little bandaged up.

[catchatting]

[ Zari's hug is enthusiastic and more than a little clingy, because what the hell was that???? She just needs something solid to hold onto for a moment. ]

I'm fine. I mean it hurts a lot, but like I'm okay, you know?

[ It takes a moment for her to realize she's hugging some truly messed up remnants of clothing, though. ]

Wait, what the hell happened to you?

live in the woods;

[spoilers]

[ There's a quiet lightness to River's steps, a well-trained habit to keep her approach silent except when she intends it not to be, programmed into her right along with every other murderous tendency. She makes up for it by announcing herself at a distance, a habit developed with time and a little freedom. ]

We meet again.

[ Closing the remaining distance, she sits nearby, careful not to be in the way. ]

It is a beautiful axe.

[oiorpata]

[ andy might spend a lot of time here, but she's certainly not the only one. people come and go, and most of the time she doesn't pay them any mind. ]

[ but she does look up from her axe at the familiar voice. ]

It is. But I do take care of it. [ with the amount of carnage it's seen, it really is a wonder it's still kicking. ] And I might be biased.

[spoilers]

[ River smiles. It's a little amused and, oddly, a little wistful. ]

We usually are when it comes to favorites. Especially when they've kept us alive as long as that one looks like it has.

[ She isn't asking outright, not that she's ever let rudeness stop her from saying (or doing) much of anything, but there's a question in it all the same. ]

sparz;

[blackfire]

（ not long after their conversation, they are on the mats in the training room. he had given andy the choice of weapons, which is why they are both wielding swords — the clarion clash of their blades ringing in the corridors outside.

he is not using chakra, nor the sharingan. his eyes are black, and his reflexes — while still inhuman — are not as unmatchable as they would otherwise be.

— but he is willing to concede that it is her skill, more than his lack of it, that leads to her disarming him with a deft stroke of her blade. he draws a kunai deftly, continuing with the parry, and the blades spark, sliding together until he throws her back.

it's almost fun, which is perhaps why there's a very faint curve of amusement at one corner of his mouth.

he's having a good time. ）

[oiorpata]

[ swords have been in style more than they haven't. admittedly on ximilia there aren't a whole lot of people who can use them, which is why andy has either found the ones that do or has started offering to teach others. ]

[ she loves a good sword, okay? and itachi is very good with his. it's nice to feel a challenge. her style isn't anything proper, though she did learn all the correct forms at some point. ]

[ she disarms him and the kunai comes out; she stumbles back but catches herself, immediately launching back at him with a grin on her own face. it doesn't escape her that he looks like he's having fun, just like she didn't miss that he dropped the -san earlier. she swings high but kicks her leg out in the same motion. ]

[blackfire]

（ just two nerds bein' pals, that's what this is. good, wholesome fun.

she sweeps her leg out, and he blocks her kick with the raise of one leg, letting the blow impact against his shin. dodging the sword is trickier — it's a poor angle for a parry, and dropping below its scything arc will put him uncomfortably near her knee.

she'll stop before she hits him, he knows that much. she is too skilled to make skin contact unless she's chosen to do so. he trusts her, inasmuch as he trusts anyone here. but trust cannot, in that moment, overcome nearly two decades of instinct — he has not suffered anyone with a blade at his throat since shisui.

one hand twitches into a seal, too fast to follow with the naked eye, and in an instant he's swapped places with a clone. at the same moment, the point of her blade comes to a halt against its throat.

the clone is still, and then bursts into crows. they are themselves clones, rather than summons — his contracts have been sealed aboard the ximilia for months — and they linger only a few additional seconds in that form until they puff out of existence in a gust of white smoke.

itachi is standing several meters away, and has bent to pick up his sword. ）

That was an interesting maneuver.

quit your job;

[farr]

[ there'd been an abundance of negative energy on the train from the other orbers, related to something or other with the loss of their powers. it'd been the opposite for rita who'd had the most jolly time, free from the prison of her atrocious abilities, free from the anxiety of potentially becoming a ball of slime every time she so much as breathed.

the moment she'd returned to the station, her body had nearly melted on the spot, managing to escape on clumpy legs to her room just in time before being spotted by the others, giving her the space to quite literally pull herself back together into looking like a proper person again.

hours it had taken, but rita farr eventually makes her way to the kitchen, no imperfection in sight, even if it's taking all of herself to stay looking like that.

she needs a drink, probably. a good martini. a gin and tonic. anything to cope with the loss of those few days of bliss — though the moment she gets there, she finds someone's already beaten her to it, her brow raising at the woman chugging down her glass. ]

Am I intruding on a private little toast or is there free entry for company?

[oiorpata]

[ should andy have done literally anything else before getting a drink? probably. but she has her priorities, and after a long few days without her immortality, she's glad it's back and glad she's healed and ready to drink away - well, everything, as always. ]

[ she's made it about halfway through her mug before company arrives and the woman speaks up. she takes another big gulp then breaks it with a deep breath. ]

[ then she pushes the bottle over to share. good thing she didn't chug from the bottle itself this time! ]

I'll toast to more drinks, but only after I finish this one.

[farr]

[ honestly, rita places no judgment. if she had gotten here first, she'd be doing precisely the same thing. blame her condition for causing a bit of a delay on that part.

when the bottle is nudged in her direction, she plucks out another glass before beginning to pour. even if she weren't sharing, she's not normally a straight-from-the-bottle kind of gal, if she can help it. best to maintain class even in times where she's fighting to pull out her own hair. ]

Is this a celebratory toast or one for simply trying to get through another day here?

II 🗡 LIVE IN THE WOODS

[cairhien]

( moiraine also prefers the sunlight room. it may be a room of technology, everything in it made by technology but in the peace of trees and sprawling landscapes she can almost forget that for a moment, to relax in nature, to simply enjoy an afternoon.

it's where they first met, where they meet again when moiraine's steps take her along the path, lead her to the stream. though unlike andy she's really not dressed for dipping into the stream.

maybe she'll be convinced later )

I've only ever seen beautiful days here.

( she does at least perch nearby, legs tucked under her as she sits )

[oiorpata]

[ the longer she lingers, the less she feels like she's in space, and it's a feeling she gets every time she's here. no wonder she tends to sleep in here more often than her own bedroom. ]

[ she looks up to see moiraine settling in, unsurprised they've once again found themselves in the same place. it matches with the vibe she got of the woman the first time around. ]

It was full of snow in the winter. [ a beat. ] But I don't always mind the snow, so I still found it welcoming.

[cairhien]

I've learned to appreciate it more.

( it helps when you are able to literally shrug off the cold, to not have to feel the temperature of anything around you )

At least in seeing it.