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[Aeryn Sun] A crash and new arrivals.
Who: Aeryn Sun-Crighton and John Crighton
Where: Not far from the bunker
When: Day 28 - Around 2pm
Invited: Everyone in location; open
Status: Complete


Fire licked at the canopy of the shuttle, as it lurched sideways through the wormhole. Aeryn clung to the controls, fighting every inch of the journey and surviving mostly on willpower alone.

A shard of metal sheared free, striking her face and grazing it. "Frell" she muttered, shaking long black hair from her face. "This isn't good."

"John!" she screamed, hoping he was still conscious behind her "John, we need more power, can you change it?"

Beneath her, the shuttle bucked and skittered, like a wild horse being tamed. Only this was one wild horse that would never be tamed.

A mutter came from the man behind her and she resisted the urge to turn. "Speak louder, frell it! I can't hear what you said!"

She saw the glare of sun on a sandy beach and knew that their craft appeared along the horizon, streaking like a meteor towards the thin yellow line. Beyond it, she could make out a greener line, following the beach-head. At least there would be something to cushion their landing.

Another piece of metal sheared off, from the outside this time, landing in the sea with a hiss. All of the paint had been stripped away now, by the searing heat of the reentry. If only she could get them down in one piece, perhaps they could contact Moiya, somehow.

John had hell to pay when she managed to get back there. And pay he would!

She yelped as the shuttle bounced off the canopy of trees, then unconsciousness hit her. Hard.

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It was dark. Not the dark of space, nor the darkness of unconsciousness, but simply dark.

She could hear screams, she thought, fear, distress, but they were distant.

As Aeryn regained full consciousness and adjusted to the very dim light, a stabbing pain lanced through her right arm and she looked down. The tight leather that encased the arm was rent apart, showing a deep gash running through the skin and revealing muscle underneath.

She hissed, trying to gently tease the material away from the wound. All she knew was she needed to keep it clean, but the rest? She blinked, pausing to assess her situation, but for one she couldn't place where she was... second, she couldn't remember how she got there.

She reached up, pushing at the metal sheet that covered her with her good arm. It wouldn't do to be caught here if she's in danger. It felt like it was caught on something and wouldn't move.

"Help!" she called, no hint of panic in her voice. Footsteps were vaguely heard in the soft sand beneath her. "Help me, I'm trapped in here!!!"

She paused, listening to the outside.

The voices were strange and she couldn't understand them, muffled though they were. Even the shouts that indicated her wreckage had been found were incomprehensible.

What the FRELL was happening?

[Mayday]

Date: 2007-03-22 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
After lunch had been cleaned up, May had become increasingly antsy in the bunker, so after a change of clothes and an examination of her things had managed to get outside. She didn't know why, but she just felt completely stir-crazy. The desire to climb, to get up high and stretch her muscles had become nearly impossible to ignore as the day wore on.

She had only been outside for ten minutes when that buzzing feeling in the back of her neck exploded, instincts screaming at her that something was very wrong. May looked up to see something huge streaking down towards the trees, directly towards her.

Without thinking, she jumped to the side - farther than she ever expected to go, actually launching herself above the canopy as she did so and getting well clear of the falling object just as it bounced off the canopy and plowed into the earth, smashing through the trees like they were toothpicks. May landed on a tree branch and clung to it as the tree rocked, but did not fall, from the ensuing shockwave.

And then, everything was still.

She hesitated a second, wondering if she should go back to the bunker. And do what? Hide? The very idea seemed to go totally against her nature. The same gut instinct that told her to go outside was drawing her towards the craft, telling her to go check it out. It wasn't as if everyone else on watch hadn't seen the thing land - and what if someone had been hurt?

Decision made, she turned and vaulted from tree to tree, barely even noticing her own acrobatics as she made her way towards the smoking hulk of metal in the trees.

((OOC: She'll get there when Aeryn wakes up considering how fast she is, but I'm stopping here for John's reaction. Didn't want to step on toes, I'll just be MIA for a few hours after this and wanted to get her on the scene.))

Slowly Awakening

Date: 2007-03-22 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magicalelf.livejournal.com
The first thing that John realized upon slowly regaining consciousness was that he was upside down. Or close to being upside down. And second was that his head hurt, alot. He blinked his eyes open with a low groan reaching up to hold the side of his head, pulling his hand away when he felt something wet and sticky. There was the faint hiss and popping of electrical circuits still searching for their connections and the acrid smell of electrical smoke.

She [Aeryn] reached up, pushing at the metal sheet that covered her with her good arm. It wouldn't do to be caught here if she's in danger. It felt like it was caught on something and wouldn't move.

John blinked his eyes a few more times, trying to pull his world back into focus. There were sounds coming from the seat in front of him, the seat Aeryn had been sitting in. He shifted in his own seat, confusion and pain making it hard to think and put coherant thoughts into play. What the hell had happened and where they hell were they?

"Help!" she called, no hint of panic in her voice. Footsteps were vaguely heard in the soft sand beneath her. "Help me, I'm trapped in here!!!"

Aeryn's voice richocheted off the interior of the vessel, making John wince. "Frell, woman, acoustics," he barked, shifting and trying to find the restraints that were keeping him tied firmly to the seat. "Stop shouting in such an enclosed space, you're making my head hurt worse than it already is. What the hell happened? I thought you were supposed to be a damned pilot."

[John]

Date: 2007-03-22 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magicalelf.livejournal.com
"Seems you know more about me than I can to remember... You are..?" she hoped that the man remembered, since he seemed to be the only link she had to memories that were as evasive as fireflies.

John looked up as the figure in the front seat replied, her voice echoing dully inside the craft, accented slightly. He stopped fighting with the restraints long enough to squint through the haze and smoke to look at her. It seemed as though, for a moment, he had known who she was.

"I ... thought I did ..." he replied, his own voice thick with confusion. He took a moment to glance around before looking back at her again, black hair touseled around her face, a growing bruise on one cheek and dark eyes that held a hint of brave defiance.

He shook his head a little and went back to struggling with the damned restraints. "Seems to me like we should know each other, know what I mean, seeing as how we're in a ship together. Unless, you know, you kidnapped me or something in which case this is my big chance to escape." He looked up, squinting around the small cabin, "Although, I have no idea where I would escape to"

He managed to get the restraint unlatched and he fell gracelessly from his seat, landing in a pile against one of the side walls of the shuttle. "Ow," he stated, slowly pushing himself up to a kneeling position. He glanced toward the figure in the front of the craft again, "John," he said to her by way of introduction, "John Crichton ... I'm guessing that I'm pleased to meet you ...?"

[Mayday]

Date: 2007-03-22 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weirdweb.livejournal.com
May approached the craft - at least that's what she thought it was - cautiously, fanning the smoke away from her face. A mask would be really useful right now, she mused.

As she came closer, she heard rattling noises and something that sounded like voices. A human voice. Someone was shouting, but she didn't understand the words. A call for help? It didn't sound panicky, but there was still a sense of urgency.

What the hell was she going to do, though, tear a door off? The craft was probably too hot to touch, and the smoke was making her eyes water. She pulled out the strip of cloth she'd found in her bag earlier - presumably makeshift bandages - and used it to cover her mouth as she stepped to the side, out of the path of the wind where the smoke was less thick.

The shouting had stopped, but she could still hear indistinct voices from within. "Hello?" she shouted, in spite of herself. "Is someone in there? Are you all right?"

A normal person would be hightailing it back to the bunker right now. But May was starting to realize she probably wasn't that normal.
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[Scott] Fire alert and medical

Date: 2007-03-23 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
After lunch Ami and Scott joined a few of their fellow amnesiacs in exploring the bunker. They'd just discovered the armory -- which to everyone's surprise made Ami stagger away, ashen-faced -- when a high-pitched whine penetrated the concrete walls. A muffled boom and a brief tremor suggested that *something* had crashed.

"Jesus. What now?" Scott muttered from inside the weapon-filled room. He glanced over his shoulder to see how Ami was taking the latest crisis but found only beige wall. "Ami?" he said aloud and telepathically.

Curiosity and excitement flowed across their link. "We need to see what happened!"

Scott joined the others who'd already exited into the hallway. "We do? We don't know who *we* are, where were are, or what's out there!" /And you're still not 100%,/ he reminded Ami.

Ami crossed her arms under her breasts. Scott found the gesture to be simultaneously frustrating and kind of hot. /I feel fine./ "That sounded like an aeroplane. What if it crashed like ours did? I'd want someone to help me."

About half of the group agreed with Ami. There was no way Scott was letting her wander around an unknown jungle alone, so didn't bother protesting. Instead he caught up with his fianacee(!), trying not to react to her too-innocent grin.

OOC: More in a few minutes. Just wanted to get this much posted.

[Scott] Fire alert and medical

Date: 2007-03-23 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
OOC: Continued from above

"Uh, guys? Armory here." The unusually mature and sardonic teenager Jon stood half in the doorway. An enormous rifle of some sort was propped casually on his shoulder with the barrel pointing at the ceiling. "If you know what you're doing with firearms, I'd grab one."

Ami paled a bit and shook her head vehemently. Scott frowned at her reaction but didn't ask. Through their link he knew that she was as puzzled as he. "No, thanks," Scott replied. Although the sight of guns didn't disturb him, the array of them hadn't sparked any sense of familiarity.

Scott and Ami caught up with the other would be rescuers in the cafeteria. Locke announced that he'd guard the entrance, and relayed "the Doctor's" order to bring water. (Bring water? That's ridiculous. It's too heavy. The few gallons we could carry wouldn't do squat against a burning aircraft.)

The pleasant almost-tingle of Ami slipping her hand in his immediately gained Scott's attention. /If we do need water for firefighting, perhaps I could teleport some from here to there./ A curious mixture of excitement and chagrin accompanied the thought.

/Perhaps,/ Scott grinned, then kissed her on impulse. /Let's see what the situation is./

Without containers of water slowing them down Ami and Scott arrived at the crash site before the others. Finding it was simple: wade through the jungle toward the black plume of smoke. To Scott's relief no giant rats or anything else rushed he and Ami. He kept his silver sphere closed in his fist just in case.

The pair stepped into the ragged clearing as the Doctor neared the burning... "SPACESHIP?!" Scott blurted. Ami shrugged, then looked surprised at not being surprised.

The Doctor shouting something in a foreign language into the wreckage distracted Scott. "He told them not to move," Ami translated.

Scott frowned. /What language.../ Then he remembered Ami's ability to speak/not speak Japanese from the morning. /Never mind./ He nodded at the ruined *ship*. "Them?"

Ami nodded. "There are two people in there."

Scott swept his eyes over the scene, trying to figure out the best course of action. None of the trees or underbrush had caught fire yet, so he looked for the highest flames. After stuffing his sphere in his pocket Scott tugged Ami toward the fire raging at one end of the twisted mass.

/What are you--/

Scott stopped when the heat was almost painful -- about 10 feet away. While ripping up plants by the roots he explained, /We'll treat it like a giant campfire; smother it./ He scooped up a double handful of damp black earth and hurled it at the fire. There was no discernible effect -- yet. "You clear the ground and I'll dig." They did just that.

[Chloe]

Date: 2007-03-23 04:43 am (UTC)
ext_12572: (Chloe Watching)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
Chloe had just picked up one of the semiautomatic pistols. Jon, reverently examining one of the big-ass weapons, looked her way. "Do you know what you're--" he began, then paused as Chloe popped out the magazine and worked the slide, locking the chamber open. The magazine was empty.

"Apparently I do," Chloe said--just before something crashed not far from the bunker. She hesitated for a moment, tempted to take the gun with her. But if there were holsters around, she didn't see them immediately. Not wanting to carry it in her hand indefinitely, Chloe left it behind as she followed Scott and Ami.

They got ahead of her and by the time she caught up to them they were trying to contain a fire started by the downed aircraft. Chloe joined in, pulling up smaller plants and tossing them away and smothering parts of the fire with what little loose earth she could find. Mad Chris was crouched near the wreck shouting into it.

"There are two people inside," Ami explained when Chloe asked.

"Heads up!" someone shouted. Chloe looked over her shoulder. The soldier--Blaise--approached carrying a pair of shovels. Well, entrenching tools. But the result was the same.

He tossed one to her. Chloe caught it. Blaise jogged around the fire to begin digging on the other side. Chloe pried up a shovelful of black earth and tossed it on the fire. Then another. It would go a lot faster now.

[Doctor]

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[Doctor]

Date: 2007-03-23 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
The Doctor hadn't found Rose yet. And he wasn't altogether certain what to say when he did find her. How to explain she'd been experimented on, tortured, who knew what else... no easy task. Hhe didn't envy Daniel telling the others.

He'd eaten a bit of the soup and washed out his own bowel before going out for a bit of air while gathering his thoughts. He seemed to have at least five of them running through his head at any given time, so why wasn't at least one something helpful when it came to this upcoming conversation.

Once outside he heard a distant sonic boom, then a tortured whine. He looked up. Jet?

He caught a flash of something that looked like a small space shuttle hitting the trees some distance away.

The sound of trees breaking was better then the sound of an explosion. But if it was a shuttle that had come through atmosphere, the belly would be radiating great heat. And there were trees, recent rain or not.

"Downed plane, bring as much water as you can. Move it!" He called into the kitchen before taking off at a run.

Plane was easier for them to assimilate than small space craft.

In his hury he left the depleated kit he had not yet returned to the med lab.

It was easy to find the crash, he only had to follow the sound and the smell of smouldering as the wood and leaves caught the heat. He just hyoped they didn't burst into flame. A jungle fire was the last thing they needed.

He arrived at the sceen to spy May already there. And some cries for help from inside.

"Don't move." He barked to passangers... crew? "You may be injured."

Re: [Doctor]

Date: 2007-03-23 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
The man behind the woman was obviously concerned for her. But in moments he was just… gone. He was startled and his head stot up, banging it on the top of the cabin. A quick look outside, showed the man beside Ami. Fantastic!

The Doctor offered a manic grin to the woman.

"They aren't burying you. They're puttin' out the fire. You camethrough atmo and landed in a jungle. Sparked some smolderin' is all. I just checked your head and spine for mobility." He spoke while pulling himself through the window. He looked down over the controls and frowned, noting many of the markings were in English, as was the writing outside. But the woman wasn't speaking any Earth language.

How did he know that and not who he was? He really needed his memory back.

Right, that arm was definitely cut badly. But there was only slowly seeping blood, no spurting. He reached through and managed to cut her free of her safety harness using his little sonic tool.

"Wounded comin' out. Need someone to help her down, please." The Doctor called to the people who were gathering to help. That was unless someone decided for a second teleport.

May appeared and ripped open the metal like a tin can, making the need for telporting moot.

"Remind me not to arm wrestle with you." The Doctor's eyebrows rose.

"Let's get you out of here." He looked back to May. "Think you can lift her and pass her down to me?"

He slid back down the craft without waiting for an answer. His pants were slightly charred, but he seemed to be a bit more heat resistant that humans. His jacket/buffer showed no sign of the heat. Not really leather than.. or earth leather anyway.

"Right then, ready when you are," he called up to May

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[John]

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[Doctor] (tag Aeryn, John C., May, Ami, et al.)

Date: 2007-03-24 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] purplerhino.livejournal.com
"No, we seriously doubt it's a coincidence." The Doctor's grin faded a bit. "And I have to admit to being a bit surprised it's affected you as well. We all woke up without memories of who we are this morning. But there are signs pointing to something less than friendly about it."

The Doctor handed Scott a banana. “Good for refueling. Great source of potassium. You might want to drink something as well.” He wished he could get a better view of what the younger man had done. It was amazing.

The Doctor noted the now healed pilot’s hand go to her blaster. It was instinctive, and no doubt brought comfort. "Try not to shoot anyone out of hand, alright?" He motioned to her co-pilot. "I'm gonna check his injuries, if you feel better tagging along and watching." He shrugged. He made it plain no one was going to try to disarm her... yet.

It was vaguely possible these two were plants placed by whoever erased their memories in the first place. But then, why bother? No one would remember someone just walking in this morning. This was a tad overdramatic to place a plant at this stage.

"And after that... May, I know my disk thingy will work on your legs. You look like you have some first maybe even second degree burns from you latest acrobatics."

The Doctor crossed to stand in front of the dark haired man. He had a bruise at his hairline.

“I’m gonna check for a concussion, alright? I can take care of that bruise at least.” He waved the penlike diagnostic tool in front of the man. The blue light at the end shone over the bruise, and a slight, humming noise came from it. “Mild concussion. Skull’s intact.”

::OOC: There was no Chris on the Doctor’s ID. It’s the name he and Rose came up with (as it’s the actors)::

[Chloe] (tag John, Aeryn, Mad Chris, et al)

Date: 2007-03-24 07:55 am (UTC)
ext_12572: (Chloe Curious)
From: [identity profile] sinanju.livejournal.com
Chloe walked over to join May and Chris as he examined the two new arrivals. She'd hoped she had misheard but now Mad Chris's words confirmed her fears. The two strangers who'd just arrived were suffering from the same complete amnesia that everyone else had.

How was that possible? What could possibly have caused it? What was still causing it? Was it an ongoing effect? Chloe stopped moving for a moment as a horrible thought occurred to her. Then she hurried along, moving up to stand next to Chris.

What if the cause--whatever it was--took effect any time you lost consciousness? What if everything they learned about themselves today was lost when they went to sleep tonight? Would they wake up tomorrow with no memories of today's events?

Addressing the man with the goose egg on his forehead, Chloe asked, "Did you lose consciousness? Did you pass out during the crash? Even for a moment?"

[John]

Date: 2007-03-24 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magicalelf.livejournal.com
The Doctor crossed to stand in front of the dark haired man. He had a bruise at his hairline.

“I’m gonna check for a concussion, alright? I can take care of that bruise at least.” He waved the penlike diagnostic tool in front of the man. The blue light at the end shone over the bruise, and a slight, humming noise came from it. “Mild concussion. Skull’s intact.”


John winced and pulled his head back a little as the tall man with the amusingly large ears waved something in front of his face. He seemed to instinctly recall that he didn't always have the best of luck with glowing things being waved at him. "Hey, what the hell ... get that thing away from me ... " he raised a hand to swat at the penlike tool. It seemed that he was starting to gather the same crowd Aeryn had had, and he wasn't too keen on being the center of attention.

John slowly pushed himself to his feet, grunting. His black leather pants and vest had been torn during the crash and were charred in a few places. His white undershirt had a few scorchmarks on it as well. His head felt like it weighed as much as a Leviathan. His next thought was what the hell was a Leviathan. He looked around at the odd assortment of people gathered around him, they all looked just as perplexed and confused as he did, and none of them looked outright hostile. Aeryn was the only one truly wearing any sort of scowl at the moment and for some reason, that made John smile.

Addressing the man with the goose egg on his forehead, Chloe asked, "Did you lose consciousness? Did you pass out during the crash? Even for a moment?"

John looked over at the blond who had spoken to him, she was cute. He gave her a sardonic half-smile. "If I did, I don't remember sweetheart. We did a lot of bouncing around in that thing and landed pretty hard. I have blood on the side of my head and Mr. Man over there with the blinky glowy blue thing says I have a concussion. Now, I'm no doctor, but chances are yeah, I probably lost consciousness at one point or another."

OOC: Hey...

Date: 2007-03-24 03:49 pm (UTC)
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*pouts*

Hey! Ami's cute too. How come she doesn't get a nod?

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[Doctor]

Date: 2007-03-24 11:24 pm (UTC)
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"If you're gonna be that friendly, we could always throw you back. Besides, you'd be too stringy for the cookpot. And it'd have been easier to let you roast in you're original container." He poked a thumb towards to wreck of the ship.

"The writing on it is basic English. I don't suppose NASA would be tracking you?" There wasn't much in the way of real hope there. Because some of the parts in the controls were NOT standard issue. "We're from a plane crash. According to the records we found we've been here a month, with no sign of rescue. So a nice NASA homing tranciever would be very good news."

[Scott]

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[Molly]

Date: 2007-03-24 11:35 pm (UTC)
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After dropping Tara off at their shared room, and leaving her to go through her things in relative privacy with Pearl asleep, Molly had come on the mass exodus with cries of plane crash.

Now that the smoldering was out, she looked up at the trees ad shivered. They were hurt. At least one possibly mortally.

The petite redhead brushed a tendril behind her pointed ears and left the people to those who knew how to help them. As for her, she climbed the nearest damaged tree and stroked it's rough bark. Her hand tracing the sharp splinters of the first broken limb.

"Poor thing." Molly felt something stir in the pit of hr stomach. There was a gathering of strength that had nothing to do with muscle and bone. At the trunk, where a dark scorch from the craft was marked, the wood bound together, correcting the damage, and the broken limb twisted, forming a knot bare of bark.

Molly swayed but felt a thrill of exhilaration. She had a weird talent beyound havig pointy ears.

[John]

Date: 2007-03-25 03:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magicalelf.livejournal.com
John glanced off to the side as Aeryn wandered away from the gathered crowd. Something tugged at him, seeing her wrap her arms around herself and sink down to the jungle floor. He winced as the dark-haired doctor activated his glowly blue ball, the buzzing hum setting his nerves on edge. But he had to admit, whatever it was, it worked. Or seemed to anyway. The throbbing mass of pain in his head diminished signifigantly and he didn't feel like he was going to keel over and vomit at any moment. Which was always a good thing.

He dabbed at the sticky remainder of drying blood on the side of his head and nodded at the man. "Hey thanks, that actually feels better than I thought it would."

He looked over toward Aeryn again and with a small nod to the crowd started to walk toward her, "Excuse me, I should .. you know .. probably go and .. talk to her, or something."

John made his way slowly toward her, crouching down beside her. "You okay?" he asked softly. He tilted his head a little so he could look over at her, there was something about her that tugged at him, a part of him that remembered holding her. He had no idea where that came from, probably from the blow he had taken to the head, but it was a feeling he just couldn't shake and so he reached out and put a gentle hand on her arm.

[John]

Date: 2007-03-25 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magicalelf.livejournal.com
"Yes, of course I am" she lied, "never been better!"

John watched her quietly, not commenting on the small smudge in the soot on her cheek. She didn't seem like the kind of woman that would take kindly to him noticing, and then commenting, on something like that. "Yeah, of course. Stupid question, really. Don't know why I asked it. My bad."

She gave him a wry smile, then placed her hands on her knees and stood up. "I'm stuck, on a Fharbot planet, with a bunch of Greebols, not able to remember any frelling thing about my past, on an island that could be Hezmana, for all I know."

John pushed to his own feet, rolling his head a little on his shoulders until his neck popped a little, making him grunt softly. "Well, it could be worse, you know. "We could be trapped in the belly of a Budong for an entire cycle." He gave her a small grin, his blue eyes losing some of their dullness. He wasn't sure why, but that seemed to be a very bad thing. The image of an immense creature filled his mind, capable of blotting out an entire section of space.

She shook her head and turned her gaze away. "Of course I'm not. But there's nothing you or I can do about it now. We just have to trust these... people."

John shrugged and looked back toward where their group of rescuers were standing, looking over their destroyed craft and talking amongst themselves. "Yeah, seems that way, but at least they don't seem like a complete group of thoddos." He swabbed at the dry blood on the side of his face, "Come on, let's see if we can convince them to show us where we can clean up." He reached out to gently stroke down her back, an unconscious gesture.

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