January Aftermath: What Would It Take

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JANUARY AFTERMATH: WHAT WOULD IT TAKE

Who: Everyone!
What: The sun is reborn; time to recover
When: January 28th and beyond
Where: Everywhere! Ensō, Monsun, Chol, and the Islets
Warnings: Please mark any additional warnings as needed!

Quiet Like The Snow


Come the sunrise on the 28th, the sun will launch itself into the air with a victorious shriek, its wings trailing plumes of fire behind it. The phoenix takes flight, reborn from the ashes. Though not all the shadowy beings have gone from the world, the reappearance of the sun is enough to make them slink off into the shadows- a fight for another day...or another evening.

Now, it's time for the hardest part. Now, it’s time to clean up.

Chol

The grounds of Chol have reshaped seemingly overnight- as the morning light filters down across the land, characters will find most of the land has been blackened and charred, with many fires still raging inland. The Jormun will assist anyone who hasn’t yet to the western coast of the island; where not nearly as much of the phoenix’s impact has been felt, and a safe corridor of passage to the mana pool resides.

The shores of Chol are littered with corpses, both shadowy and scaled, along with an even smattering of crumpled paper and splotched inkstains. Despite the triumph of the fight, it did not come without its costs. The Jormun gather their dead and prepare to mourn them quietly. Those who perished in the fight will not see the sunrise from this unique perspective, watching the murk of the night tint to soft, milky yellow and pink, and then to a glorious new day.

Munin will greet the survivors with a mixture of solemnity and relief, thanking them profusely for their help. There is not much more that her people can offer you, at this point - they must grieve their dead, and she must return to the sea to prove that she has cemented her worth as a leader in the eyes of the other Jormun - but that does not mean that your stories will part forever.

Ensō and Monsun

Ensō too, has seen its far share of battle. The full scale of just how much the Storyteller had kept at bay around the temple is revealed through the copious piles of shadowed corpses, several wane Jormun already at work on removing them. They assure anyone who seeks to assist that below the ocean, there is effective manners of disposal; such as large, active volcanoes to demolish the flesh before any untoward magics can give them new life.

Heat will slowly begin to return to the island, with slow coming to a halt and ice beginning to thaw. Whilst rugging up is still a requirement, characters will be capable of making their way back to the mostly unscathed islets to rebuild their own lives, or wherever else they may call home.

A notable change to Ensō, however, is as easy to find as looking up. Literally. Several floating land masses can now be seen high above the island itself- too far for anything distinguishable to be made out and too far for those capable of flight to reach. Those who watch these masses may be interested in how, over the course of a day, these strange masses seem to change shape entirely- almost as if they were simply a very unique cloud coverage that seemed ready to become a permanent fixture overhead.
Much like Ensō, Monsun sees little wear, past the additions of many felled creatures. Again, a party of Jormun are slowly navigating their way about the island-- though if they get to the corpses before Monsun’s native meat eaters do is anyone’s guess. In the stillness of the coming days, the usual monster attacks will seemingly dwindle to nothing-- even a god of Balance seems to understand the need for recuperation.

Additionally....
Though the Storyteller is once again nowhere to be found, exhausted adventurers will find three MREs in their packs, for anyone who could use a day off finding and preparing food. Currently, it's the best they can offer- though the Jormun promise that they will have their own spread to share after finishing collecting their dead.

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Event Specifics

[ ♆ ] The 30th will see the return of any who may have died throughout the duration of the event. All revived characters will awaken at the Storyteller’s temple; remember, if your character has died, let us know here!

[ ♆ ] Item trades with the Jormun can be found on the OOC plotting post here! The number of Jormun available will dwindle through the following weeks, leaving entirely on the 10th of February. Even if you were only recently accepted, you are free to participate!

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Comments

[postictal]

It's not as bad as it looks.

[It is exactly as bad as it looks and might be worse, because he might be bleeding internally and would have no way of knowing if that was the case or not. Either way, he can read into a tacit offer when he hears one, and as pointless as it might be, he's not exactly raring to go under treatment just now.]

Really.

[thisisourfuture]

[Hinata runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Tim. He remembers the faint tension when they’d been walking into camp. But this. He shakes his head.]

If that arm isn’t set right and heals wrong it might not work as well as it used to. It is broken, isn’t it?

[Everything else he’d like to look at but the arm. The arm needs treatment as soon as possible. He doesn’t have the equipment to rebreak an arm safely if it is indeed broken.]

[postictal]

I have no idea. I think it'd hurt more if it was actually broken, but I'm not a doctor, so.

[So he's definitely not about to go poking at it without a fair notion of what he'd be poking. In all likelihood, it's probably just dislocated - if it were actually broken, he's pretty certain it would be hurting a lot more.]

[He's had to drag himself home with a broken leg before. He knows what splintered bone can do to you.]

[thisisourfuture]

I won't be able to tell unless I check. I'm really limited on these islands.

[He doesn't mind being so limited. Once it would have upset him to lose all the abilities he has. Hinata sits up straight and shoves his tiredness into a box to deal with at a later time.]

...but I think you're right.

[postictal]

If you really feel like it, sure. But whatever supplies you got, just - save ‘em for someone who’s in critical or something.

[That’s extremely noble and dumb of you, Tim, but sure.]

Are you okay?

[thisisourfuture]

Tired, bit upset, but I'll be alright.

[It's a damn sight better than home or any other situation he's ever been in. Hinata smiles a bit.]

I want to help. If it's nothing serious at least you'll know. [And if it is. It can be treated.]

[postictal]

[Well, fair. Hinata doesn't look like he's been through a meat grinder, literally or metaphorically.]

...if you really gotta, sure. There's probably not a whole lot that needs doing. Just - needs time.

[So like, he GUESSES you can help, or something.]

[thisisourfuture]

[Hinata’s smile turns a little softer than vanishes as he holds up both his hands.] I’ll just take a look. Tell me to stop if you want to stop.

[The tiny change in Tim’s behavior when he called himself a medic hadn’t gone unnoticed. Making sure Tim can see what he’s doing he gently checks the arm. What will he find?]

[postictal]

[He grimaces, gingerly holding it away from himself, but the initial assumption is correct; it's been dislocated at the shoulder, and Tim doesn't know quite enough about how to safely set it back again to risk doing it on his own. Hell if he knows how or when it happened. For all he knows, it could've been like this for days.]

[It probably has been, in fact.]

How's it look?

[thisisourfuture]

Dislocated.

Want me to set it? [He can set it. He'd just have to spend a little bit of energy and that's fine. He'd rather sleep deeply tonight without any kind of dream. Who knows what the hell he'll see if he lets his dreams shape themselves.]

[postictal]

If you want, I guess. If it’s - I dunno. Not too much trouble.

[He actually very would. It’ll probably hurt, sure, but pain is secondary anyway. It’s only likely to get worse if he doesn’t.]

[So, hey. Might as well.]

[thisisourfuture]

It won't be any trouble.

[It's better than desperately trying to save a life while they try so hard to die. Scenes like that played out all week. Hinata cracks his knuckles and breathes in.]

I'll do it fast, alright? [Then before it can register he moves too fast to be normal and sets it properly. He keeps his hands in place for a moment and let's go.] Sorry. It's easier to just do it.

[postictal]

[He nods, his throat taut, in the same moment that Hinata does - something that happens too fast for him to properly track. There's the click of setting bone and a sharp yelp of pained alarm manages to rip its way free before he can muzzle it back.]

[The aftermath leaves him trembling, stepping back several paces, simultaneously wanting to reach up and rub at the joint of his shoulder while knowing he's not likely to do much besides agitate it further.]

[It takes several moments before he can respond in earnest.]

...thanks.

[thisisourfuture]

[This is the hardest part of being a doctor. He wants to reach out and be reassuring. Hinata waits with concern in the furrow of his brow and the way his hands hover but don't touch. He finally relaxes when Tim thanks him.]

Any time. [He laughs tiredly, adding dryly.] At least we have a lot of ice around if you need it.

[postictal]

Yeah. [A shaky nod. He's - he's fine. He'll live.]

[He'll live. Nominally, but he'll...live. And, hey. Hinata's even kind of okay. He's laughing, see? Exhausted, but - still. A sense of humor's generally a good sign.]

Yeah, I'll...do you know? How, uh, how long before I can use it again?

[thisisourfuture]

You can use it now but I wouldn’t do much with it for a few days. It’s going to be really sore. Try and rest it whenever you can. Will you let me check it again tomorrow?

[He wants to chart his progress. Hinata is already particular to making sure people are alright. Setting his feet firmly as a doctor has only made it a stronger urge. Still he wishes they had more medically capable people. Just so everyone is taken care of.]

I want to keep an eye on it.

[He lets out a breath himself, noting it feels a little shaky.] Thanks for letting me see to it.

[postictal]

[So - keep it in place until later. This is gonna put a hell of a dent in the rhythm of his work, but it's not as if that wasn't already going to be interrupted anyway. At least now it might not be as lengthy a wait, right?]

[In theory, anyway.]

Sure, yeah. I'll, uh...keep it in the sling, I guess, for now.

[That'll make sure he doesn't strain it, at least.]