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apocalipped

A Camp in Northern Glacia, Friday Night Fandom Time

Aug 30, 2013 19:49

To say that Jonothon felt like hell would have been a gross understatement. He'd been to plenty of places that could very well be described as 'hell,' and the way he'd been feeling since he came to after Karla's sleep spell was something well and truly beyond all of that ( Read more... )

people: momoko akatsutsumi, topic: terrible life choices, topic: the glacian war, places: yllestad, people: dinah lance, places: glacia, people: karla, people: raven

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trigons_child August 30 2013, 23:02:54 UTC

Raven swept into the tent. "You are not supposed to be up," she said sternly. "You have to rest, Jono. Please."

apocalipped August 30 2013, 23:05:15 UTC

"I'm resting," Jono replied, glancing up from the tiny piece of paper in his hands that he was now attempting to write notes on, if he couldn't look at his bloody map. "This is me, resting."

He wasn't running around the camp, see?

He'd given that one up after the fifth time he was escorted back to his bed.

trigons_child August 30 2013, 23:10:56 UTC

"That is not what the Healers have told me," Raven said, shaking her head. "One of them just passed me, looking for rope."

She sat down on the edge of his bed, looking at him with concern. "You suffered a very bad injury. You will need time to recuperate. Unless you will let me try to heal you again."

apocalipped August 30 2013, 23:15:03 UTC

Jono just raised an eyebrow, and then shook his head, barrelling on without acknowledging that she was offering to heal him. Because he was in full-out brat mode today, apparently.

"I've suffered worse," he pointed out. "Spent damn near ten years with no lungs at all. What's this in comparison to that? Bloody laughable. And how're my troops? I keep trying to check on them and don't get as far as the third bed over before I'm dragged back here by th'scruff of my coat."

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blondecanary August 31 2013, 00:02:06 UTC

"So I hear you're making the Healers work for the money we're not paying them." Dinah had a mug of cider-ish stuff in one hand, and some breadsticks in the other. "Why are you tormenting them, Jono? Why?"

apocalipped August 31 2013, 00:10:49 UTC

"Keeps me entertained," Jono replied, his voice a little lower than usual, and a half-whisper. It hurt less. "Have you got any idea how bloody boring it is, being stuck on th'flat of my back all th'time?"

And how many things needed to be done?

blondecanary August 31 2013, 00:20:49 UTC

Dinah made to hand the cider to Jono, and gave him a mild look for talking when his throat was like that. "I can find you an iPod, if it's making you that crazy. Or I can stay here and talk to you so you stay down, dude."

apocalipped August 31 2013, 00:26:13 UTC

Jonothon scowled a little, gave his head a shake, and then held his hand out for the cider.

"What I need is to make myself useful," he protested. "There's still a war out there."

Having a game plan didn't change that fact yet, after all.

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glacial_witch August 31 2013, 00:24:17 UTC

"So, my Healers inform me you're being a right pain in the ass," Karla said, strolling back into the pavilion. Her face was still drawn and the circles under her eyes were dark, but she seemed free of the flaring anger that had been very much a part of her the last time Jono had seen her. "I'd say that was a good sign, but I've met you."

apocalipped August 31 2013, 00:30:40 UTC

"Mostly, it's a sign that I'm conscious," Jono confirmed. He was sitting up again. Good luck to any Healer that thought they were going to get him to lay down for much longer without losing his mind. "I survived, that's fantastic. Now I need to get back out there. Pick up th'pieces and get back to it."

Whatever 'it' was.

glacial_witch August 31 2013, 00:47:21 UTC

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apocalipped August 31 2013, 00:50:42 UTC

Jono knew that tone of voice. That tone of voice meant that Karla was plotting something.

She was getting his cautious side-eye, now.

"Then they really ought to stop. I'll be fine."

Really, he was truly the very picture of perfect health.

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heromaniac August 31 2013, 02:39:07 UTC

"Psst, Jono?" That voice coming from under the bed? Totally Momoko.

Don't ask how she got there, okay?

"Is the coast clear?" She poked her head out to look, too, just in case he was asleep or something. "No healers, no medics?"

apocalipped August 31 2013, 02:50:34 UTC

"Until th'next time I so much as roll over and they dogpile on top of me again," Jono murmured, glancing downward, an eyebrow raised.

... No, it was best if he didn't ask how she got there. It really was.

"They taking to cutting down on my visitors until I agree not to move around so bloody much?"

heromaniac August 31 2013, 03:03:09 UTC

"I think it's just me? Maybe any of your men?" She crawled out, then reached back under the bed to pull out a small bag. Standing finally, she gave him a V-sign and a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. "They caught me trying to sneak stuff in to you! Three times!"

She reached into the bag, "I brought you more of my dad's books on war tactics from the old days, copies of my reports from the southern campaign, my police notebook and pencil (they're small so you can probably hide them, right?)..."

She pulled the items out of the bag to show him. "And some other handwavy fun stuff you can probably use... At least until they get confiscated." She made a face in the direction the Healers had gone. "I know how boring it is being wounded."

apocalipped August 31 2013, 03:09:28 UTC

Momoko was officially Jonothon's most favourite person in the camp right now. Hands-down. He almost managed a smile.

"It's not even just th'boredom," he admitted, sitting up and leaning forward a little to get a better look at what she'd brought. "It's... being useless. It's not being able to help anyone, or anything."

He wrinkled his nose.

"I think one Healer burned my map."

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