[Ami] Day 11: Tending Open Wounds (tag Mara,open)

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OOC: Bumping from [Lucy] Day 11: Making Her Escape due to maximum comment/replies reached.

Edited 16 May 06 to add: Maximum Posting Limit of 75 has been suspended for this thread.

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Ami ducked into Mara's shelter as Tommy and Jon made their way to the cookfire area. As they departed, her stomach grumbled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet this morning. Tommy and Jon were too far away without shouting for them, and shouting might disturb Mara and she wasn't willing to leave the young woman alone. She figured she'd suffer through for a while longer; it wasn't like she would die of starvation in a few hours time.

Kneeling by Mara's bed, she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand lightly on the woman's forehead. Dropping her shields just a bit, she focused solely on Mara, wincing again at the rents and tears in the woman's shields. Beneath that, she was disturbed, and mentally and psychically exhausted. Ami wasn't connected to Mara the way she was to Megabyte, Mara not being a Tomorrow Person, but she thought she would try to reinforce the woman's shielding a bit anyway. The worse that would happen was nothing and the best was that Mara might sleep a bit easier, even if Ami couldn't take away the horrors she'd already experienced.

It took a few minutes of concentration, and Ami felt a wee bit more tired herself when it was done, but she'd managed to connect with Mara on the very surface and reinforce her shielding – filling in some of the gaps. It wouldn't hold for long, a day at the most, but hopefully it would give the other woman some comfort.

Done with what she could do, Ami leaned against Mara's bed and waited for Tommy and Jon to return.

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[Daniel] A Break of Sorts (tag Clarice, open)

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Daniel held Clarice quietly for as long as it took for her to pull herself together. When she finally did, he brushed hair away from her forehead and planted a soft kiss there.

"Dr. Pierson and Ripley both volunteered to retrieve Lucy's body, and I think that they are both familiar and comfortable with handling bodies and with death. I think that Carlos and George may have volunteered as well. I know that Carlos was a soldier and has seen some 'action' and ... well, George..." Daniel trailed off and shook his head. He wasn't going to burden Clarice with George's proclamation of *what* she was (or what she believes she is) and risk upsetting her world view again so soon. "George is acclimated.

"We'll do the poles, and then we'll leave the retrieval to those who have volunteered." Daniel held her a bit longer, giving her all the time that she needed.

The beach would wait.

[Clarice] Chop Wood, Carry Water, Part II (tag Daniel, open)

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Clarice felt greedy and selfish, keeping Daniel there right now. But damn it, she was falling apart, and to Hell with Molly's expectations that she not cling to her own lover for support. /What, you people get his best efforts and I have to settle for "sex and companionship?" Fuck ALL of you. I'm only human and I need this./ And ultimately, she wasn't asking for much. Just a cuddle and a promise of some time before they pushed on. That wasn't too much--was it?

"George is a personal friend," Clarice said quietly. "Ah know she's capable. I just always feel guilty when I come up with big plans and other people end up havin' to follow through with it."

"Usually the plans you make require more work than you can handle on your own."

"Ah know." She looked a little contrite.

She set back to work slowly, working with the knife with extra care, as her hands were still a bit shaky. Ten-foot lengths would help them maneuver along the reef and dislodge the body. It was a very simple thing, and very necessary as well. And she could manage it. That was something to make this crazy situation somewhat better.

"There was no note?" she asked quietly as they worked. Her voice was a wrung-out rasp, but her face was much more composed now.

"Just a distribution list for her belongings."

A bit more life came into her voice. "Wait, she left a note, but it contained no explanation whatsoever? That's...not somethin' ah can follow up on at the moment, but...it's...for what it's worth in this madhouse, unusual."

[Daniel] Chop Wood, Carry Water, Part II (tag Clarice, open)

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Daniel gave a soft chuckle, and kissed her lightly, happy to hear some sense of ... acceptance? normalacy? ... in her voice. "Yes, it did seem so. I guess we're going to have dig a little deeper." (Or ask George to ask her when she 'collects' Lucy's soul.)

He rubbed Clarice's back and hugged her close. Then finally, released her and picked up his own knife to begin helping cut the bamboo for poles. "Once we've gotten poles for the raft, we can probably gather more for frame work for the walls and dividers in the cave. That and we're going to get very good at weaving walls really fast."

[Clarice] Chop Wood, Carry Water, Part II (tag Daniel, open)

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"Ah'm...not much use for such things save as an idea font right now. I don't even think I should be interviewin' people, though I'll gladly help you put any pieces of evidence together."

His suggestion had merit; they didn't know where the bamboo stands were yet over by the caves, and the poles were super-light and no trouble to pack out. "Sure, of course," she said softly.

"Truth is, ah can use all the weavin' experience I can get. My first attempt at a basket quiver ended up lookin' like someone's stockin' cap. It's floppy. That's just...wrong, somehow." She chuckled weakly. "I was goin' for something for carrying munitions, not a wicker condom."