it's a hell of a scene but there's no story [ closed ]

[counterblows]

Who: Newt + the unwitting residents of islet 4 cottage 3
What: Local scientist passes out! Washington man drags him back to abandoned house. THIS IS A GENERAL HOUSE MINGLE LOG so u can tag around and stuff
When: September...4th? it's backdated
Where: Islet 4, cottage 3
Warnings: Language, probably, but I'll edit if anything comes up!



[So Wash is going to have some explaining to do.]

[He starts by de-armoring, however, because at least then he's not liable to get called Samus anymore. Whoever that is. Feels especially dumb when he's wearing a hoodie that literally says Washington State across the front, but it's also likely to raise fewer questions than his armor.]

[He just straight up threw the guy on Wash's own pallet, because fuck it, he's already drooled on his armor like a dick, so what's one more shred of property damage to his name? Except he doesn't even know his name. That's order of business number one.]

[Order of business number two, probably, is explaining what the fuck is going on when the roommates walk in to realize that their decrepit shack now has a passed-out scientist just...hanging out inside it.]

[It's fine.]

Comments

the dumb scientist

[fortunefavored]

[Newt dreams in blue.

Which is different.

He hasn't really dreamt in blue before. He's usually more of a technicolor dreams kinda person.

Now? It's all blue. Like the drift. And yet...this doesn't feel like the drift at all. It feels empty and hollow; a space where something (or someone) should be. There's flickers of memory, both his and not, playing like a movie in another room, blurry, just out of reach. There's something bigger, too. Something more menacing, or at least the echoes of it, pressing at the base of his skull. Something that should be there; something that should be taking root in his headspace that has been removed or denied, leaving only the faint pulse of it. It's an awareness of the absence, rather than the acknowledgement of it, and it sends something like a chill down Newt's spine.

He tries to move away from it; from that space where something sinister should be. He runs, moving towards a faint flicker of something warm, memories not his own but also his own, and in a moment, his feet are pounding on the pavement of Hong Kong, pushing through terrified crowds as he looks behind him to see a kaiju, enormous, probably 2000-ish tons of (not) awesome headed his way and for a moment he can only stare in awe. I wanna see one alive and up close one day. That's what he'd said to Raleigh. Now he's getting his wish yet all he can feel is terror. He can't move. He's frozen to the spot as it comes closer, he should run, he needs to run, it looks down at him and raises a giant claw and oh god he's going to die--

--which is about the time that Newt jerks awake, sucking in air on a harsh gasp as he sits up. This movement, unfortunately, strains his ribs something awful, so after that he's immediately dropping back down onto the pallet, clutching at his sides]

Ow, ow, ow, fuck! [he groans, squeezing his eyes shut] That really really hurt.

[counterblows]

Well, I'm not a doctor, so that's probably why.

[From the corner: Agent Washington, no longer in full body armor, in shirt and jeans and Washington State hoodie and all. Skin the tint of old copper, sneezed across by freckles along the bridge of his nose, eyes creased by exhaustion and epicanthic folds. The effect of his deadpan glare might be cut slightly by the truly unfathomably horrible nature of his helmet hair which is, as it happens, also inexplicably acid blonde.]

You sleep it off?

[fortunefavored]

[Newt cracks an eye open as Wash speaks, still wincing a bit even as he takes him in.] Uh. [it comes out a little winded, and he tries again] Yeah, I think so? [he doesn't sound even close to 100% positive about all this]

...whatever the fuck it was, anyway.

[counterblows]

Pollen. Tigerlilies spray it when they get spooked.

[He has a gun in his hand, which might be a cause for alarm. The gun, fortunately, also seems to be in pieces; he's in the process of cleaning it.]

How's your head?

[fortunefavored]

[....yeah. That sure is a gun. It's taken apart so that's cool but also.

Gun.

Granted it wouldn't be the first time Newt's seen a gun in the last 24-ish hours. It hasn't even been that long since he's had several of them pointed at him. But at the question, he reaches up to rub his head a bit, frowning]

Uh...better? I mean I don't feel like I haven't slept for three days anymore so that's, like, a bonus.

[counterblows]

What about your ribs?

[All he's got in the way of medical care is a handful of biofoam pens, which are mostly for the purpose of ensuring that open wounds don't get infected and/or even worse in the midst of combat - more of a stopgap measure than anything else. And not liable to do a whole lot against cracked ribs.]

[fortunefavored]

Ribs still are definitely not in good condition. [He's starting to try and sit up again and ow ow ow that is not fun in any way, shape or form.]

Is there, uh--[whoops time to wheeze a little bit because wow should not have stretched that way]--ahhhhhhh fuck--uh, doctor? Somewhere?

[counterblows]

Not here, no. I was going to look for one for you, but I thought it might be best if I waited for you to wake up. So that you didn't wander off and rebreak anything.

[This is fairly informative as to what Wash's first impressions of Newt, thus far, amount to.]

Like you are right now.

[fortunefavored]

[Newt can't help but scowl a bit petulantly at that]

M'not rebreaking anything. [except then his scowl is ruined as he winces, finally managing to sit completely upright] I think.

tigerlily time!!

[tuskenlancer]

[ The cottage is much bigger than the shack she and Wash had started out in, but with everyone now living there, it doesn't always feel as though there's that much more space.

But when a tigerlily decides that it's adopting you, there's not really a lot of room to say no, extra living space or not. Besides, she doesn't want to. She'd fallen in love from the first moment she'd seen the young (if still giant, for a pet) cat, and the thought of having an animal of her own, that she can love without any guilt or complicated emotions or anything else, someone here that belongs just to her -

Well, it's appealing right now.

The presence of an extra person in the cottage doesn't even register right away. She's busy coaxing the tigerlily to follow her inside, mindful of its (understandable) wariness and terrified that it's going to spook and bolt and so much for her new pet. CT crouches down, holding out an encouraging hand. ]

Come on, it's okay...

[counterblows]

Okay, before you say anything -

[Offhand, unfocused, still glancing back inside at the Big Fucking Story that's passed out on his pallet, preparing to preface this shit with an explanation of his own before - he turns around and zeroes in on the plant-tiger thing that is very much in the vicinity.]

[And he stops dead.]

Oh my god.

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT glances briefly back behind her at Wash, and smiles. ]

Hey, Wash.

[ And then she waves a hand in his direction, motioning him down into a crouch before turning her attention back to the tigerlily. ]

Get down, you'll spook her.

Come on, that's it...

[ The tigerlily looks curiously at Wash, but once he shrinks down a little she takes another curious step forward, giant paws silent on the ground. ]

[counterblows]

[He complies pretty much immediately - unconscious dude in the house? What unconscious dude in the house? - gladly devoting the majority of his focus to the tigerlily. He hasn't gotten this close to one before. It's...kind of incredible to see in proximity.]

How the hell'd you manage that?

[tuskenlancer]

I wasn't trying to.

[ She pats the ground, clicking her tongue encouragingly, and the tigerlily steps closer, pushing her head up under CT's outstretched hand. CT smiles, crooning at her in encouragement as she gives her a well-earned scratch behind her ears. ]

She just...sort of adopted me. I guess.

[ She glances up at Wash, eyes bright. ]

I'm keeping her.

[ Not can we. Not please, I promise she's safe. This is not up for debate. ]

[counterblows]

[As if she'd face an argument here and now. As if he'd be the sort of person to protest that a cat is going to be joining this...dysfunctional living situation and all it entails. This cat is part plant. That is, frankly, kind of badass, even if Wash is too much of a killjoy to say it.]

[He stretches out a hand for her to sniff, palm up. Like handling a feral, or a cat that's been living in the stink of mortar-smited foxholes for too many months.]

You name her yet?

[tuskenlancer]

[ She's quiet for a moment, gently stroking the cat's back, watching in restrained delight as she sniffs Wash's outstretched hand and then, with a rumbling purr, pushes her head up against it. ]

Her name is Amitusha.

[counterblows]

[There's no hiding it: the effect on him is immediate and the closest that he gets to delighted. Lifts the corners of his mouth, pinches the edges of his eyes, and he starts to scratch the animal gently behind the ears.]

[Can't ignore that motor-rev purr, the way it tingles down the length of his arm.]

Ami...sorry, I - is that something from Thedas?

[tuskenlancer]

[ She shakes her head. It would've been better, maybe, if she'd known more dwarven names, been able to pick something more appropriate, but... ]

No. Not exactly. But -

[ She buries a hand in the tigerlily's fur, watches at the cat gives Wash's hand a rough, approving lick. ]

It means "writer."

.

[uptightness]

Uh.

[Not one to sit back and relax on a good day, Carolina had been out about the island that they reside on, exploring to learn the lay of the land. Usually she's have a computer, intel, something other than using her own two feet and eyes, but beggars can't be choosers.

What is different when she returns is that CT is there, squatting, and trying to- Well, Carolina isn't entirely certain what she is trying to do. Coax a large cat like creature in to the abode? Whatever it is, she pauses, as the animal seems a little twitchy and the last thing she wants to do is to have an incident on her hands.]

We good here?

[tuskenlancer]

[ She glances briefly up at Carolina, never letting the tigerlily entirely out of her line of sight, and nods. ]

We're good.

It's okay. She's friendly, I think she's just not sure about new places.

[uptightness]

[It is a fairly large creature, although if Carolina were to hazard a guess, it doesn't seem particularly hostile. At least not at the moment. She's not going to test that theory mind.]

Let me guess. It followed you home?

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT shrugs her shoulders, not looking at all bothered by the accusation. It's more or less true, after all, just maybe with a little extra encouragement on CT's part ]

She likes me.

Other people have them as pets. They're not dangerous.

[ At least, not dangerous considering it's a giant cat who will weigh considerably more than CT and even Wash once she's full grown. ]

[uptightness]

[Not so much an accusation as an observation. She'd lived around Freckles for a little while, which hadn't been living, but had been a pet for Caboose. Thankfully they'd disarmed it otherwise they likely all would have been blown to pieces by some unfortunate accident.]

Any idea what it- she- eats?

[tuskenlancer]

[ Sometimes, with Carolina, it's safer to assume it's an accusation. But CT beams, reaching out a hand to gently graze over the leaves covering the tigerlily's back legs. ]

Sunlight.

[ She glances up at Carolina, still grinning, still amazed. ]

They'll eat scraps, sometimes, if you offer them. But they get their nutrition from sunlight.

[uptightness]

[Once, maybe. She's tried to change her ways, if even only a little. She's still hard on herself, but she tries not to lose it on others.

That quizzical air about her, because had Carolina heard right? Sunlight...? Yet, her mind turns to some of the conversations that she has had, about the deer here, and okay. Why not.]

I suppose that makes her easy to care for.

[Unless it is cloudy for a number of days... But not like plants die over night, or after several days. Of course plants don't usually walk around in the form of a giant house cat either.]