thebastion | Day 121 : [Partially closed and open]

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Day 121 : [Partially closed and open]

Who: New arrivals + Old survivors
Open: (Part 1) Closed / (Part 2) Open
When: Day 121
Where: The Scrap Yard
What: Something new has appeared on the Skyway, and a lot of somethings have crash landed there. A handful of transports that were taking the experiments from Vatheon to the mainland have suddenly been spat out in to the Scrap Yard and no longer work. Confused and an eventual mad dash for the safety of the Bastion ensue.
Format: Any
Warnings: Probably violence and maybe injury

[There was a place, another world where people from many, many, many other worlds had been pulled to against their will. Unwilling experiments for a group of scientists and forced to live years in a bubble beneath the sea, they were told not that long ago that their time as experiments was coming to an end. Naturally those experiments fought back, and at the end of it all they won their freedom. Some choose to stay on the Vatheon mainland and live out the rest of their lives with people they had come to meet and love. Others decided to return to their homes to resume the lives they had lost. Either choice, they had to return to the mainland first, before anything else could be done.

But something went wrong with some of the ones being taken there. All at once their transports would simply... stop. And and bright flash of white light preceded... something like a very violent shudder of the entire world that would knock those unfortunate souls unconscious.

When they woke, they would find they were no longer in the sea that surrounded the land and the once-occupied bubble. They were still in their transports, if not a little tossed around and banged up considering the machines had been tossed rather haphazardly on top of a pile of... well... scrap. Metal, parts, some alien some not, some old some not so much. Just. Scrap.

Scrap and several large devices holding confused, possibly injured people on top of it.

The doors will open if pushed, but the front consoles that ran the things won't turn on at all.

This is your new world, transplants.

Good luck.]

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[And there was Colin, practically on his heels. Pain or no, exhaustion or no, the crew of the Super Nova was trained to be at the top of their game in an emergency. Paarthurnax would beat them there, but he was not going to be far behind.

As soon as Hilda came into sight, Colin ran his medical scan on her, verifying her vitals and trying to pinpoint her injuries. Unfortunately, it wasn't the best medical scanner by any means. Fortunately, it could detect a broken bone well enough...

He immediately pulled a mid-sized kit out of one of his pants pockets and opened it, rifling through it as he moved to Hilda's side.]

Hey there, ma'am. I'm Colin Starfury, your boyfriend found us and we're here to help. How are you feeling?

[ Lilil stood at attention as she heard activity coming toward them, prepared to attack anything that dared come near her trainer. When she saw Zoroark, however, she calmed down. She did look up into the sky as the dragon hovered over, though.

Is it friendly? She asked her friend.

Hilda's eyes had been closed, and she had been focusing on breathing and ... not worrying about N, frankly. When Zoroark returned, she opened her eyes slowly and gave him a smile. ]

Hey. Where's N ...?

[ The question was soft, but Zoroark's hearing was good, she knew he could hear it. Not even a moment after, though, N returned with someone she didn't know. She barely caught what he was asking her.

She blinked her eyes a few times, wearily, and started to respond. ]

Everything hurts.

[ Nope, not going to lie about that. ]

I'm here.

[N's voice came from Colin's side as he approached a little behind him in pace. With Paar watching the skies above them, Zoroark and N relaxed a little. They were still worried about Hilda, naturally, but they were more willing to focus on her than any possible danger that might still approach so long as something could warn them ahead of time.

He knelt down next to her, carefully taking her uninjured hand in to his.]

They're going to help you, alright?

[To reinforce the idea of an ally, Paarthurnax still doesn't land. He stays high up in the air, watching over what's going on in the scrap yard. There are signs of Windbags here and there, but, wisely, most of them seem to be avoiding him for now. From between the towering piles of debris, there are people he can see, but he doubts they'll get close either for now.]

[So he stays up high, watching and guarding.]

I would expect that. From the sound of it, you've had a rough landing... What's your name?

[Colin is removing several pieces of medical equipment, both recognizeable and somewhat exotic, from the medkit.]

You've got a broken arm, and a lot of smaller wounds. I can set the arm, but we're going to need a sling for it, which I'll need someone to make while I treat your lacerations. You've also got some broken glass in your forehead, which we'll need to remove before I can bandage it up. But the good news is, you're alive, and definitely treatable. You're very lucky.

I hope you don't mind a little yelling, because I need to communicate with my partner up above.

[Colin gives N a glance]

N, right? Was there anything in your transport we can use to make a sling? It doesn't have to be fancy, but we need to keep her arm immobile until we can get her back to the hospital. There's no sense in setting the arm if it's just gonna flop around again.

[without waiting, Colin looks up at Paarthurnax]

Can you see anyone else? She's going to live, but she'll be a lot better off if we can get her to the hospital quickly!

[If there was any trouble with the way Colin was acting towards either of them, N didn't notice it. Mostly because his attention was on Hilda, but really he just wouldn't have known any better anyway.]

Her name is Hilda. And I'll see what I can find.

[He answered for her, and then nodded to the suggestion of a sling, slipping away only for Zoroark to take his place at Hilda's side. The fox whined once more in worry, putting a clawed paw over her hand.]

[ She would have responded, but she was kind of glad N did it for her. She really wasn't feeling well.

Zoroark's whining caused her to want to try and calm him down somehow, though. She tried to turn her hand over beneath his paw and grasp onto it gently. It hurt, predictably, but she felt it had to be done. The Pokemon were part of their little family, too. ]

I'll be okay.

[ Her voice came out as a whisper, but again, she knew Zoroark and Lilil both could hear her. Lilil moved next to Zoroark, gazing down at her trainer worriedly. ]

He says I'm going to be okay. Don't worry.

[Collin's voice finally brings Paarthunax back down, although he lands some distance away from the small group. His large body lands on a pile of debris, and the resulting crunch from his weight crushing much of it can probably be heard throughout the scrap yard. He peers down at them all.]

Greh, I spotted others- even those from the Bastion. They can care for the rest of the survivors, and you all as well. [He rolls his head a bit to get the kinks out from his long neck.] I can take her to the Bastion if speed is required.

If you can give her a lift, that'll definitely help her condition. But I'm a little worried about sending you away. I definitely get the impression that there's scavengers prowling for an easy meal.

[Bedside manner? What's that?]

But we can worry about that fight when it bears down on us with...

[He pauses in that thought, and smiles at Hilda]

We can worry about it later. Tell me, Hilda. Have you ever broken a bone before? We're going to want to set this before we get your airborne.

With all due respect to Paarthurnax, dragon flight is not the smoothest ride around.

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[ Truth be told, this was her first broken bone ever. Hilda had been in plenty of situations before that should have rightfully broken something, but she hadn't actually had the pleasure of that experience until now. If one could call it a pleasure, anyway. It felt a lot more like pain, actually. Excruciating pain. ]

N-No.

[ She knew Colin was trying to keep her calm, but she couldn't help but be scared at what setting the bone was going to entail. ]

[N returned shortly after that, unfortunately missing the talk of needed protection and the possibility of monsters. Zoroark, however, didn't miss it since he was right there, and as N returned with a discarded sweatshirt that had fallen out of one of their bags.

N, they don't want to send the dragon away because there might be scavengers. I smelled weird things when we were leaving too that weren't human.]

I see... so we're certainly not alone here.

[Nodding to Zoroark, he handed the shirt to Colin.]

I hope this works. It was all I could find. If you're concerned about protection, our Pokemon are capable fighters.

[Then, to Hilda as he crouched down next to her once more:]

It will probably hurt a lot, but it needs to be done, or your arm may never heal.

[It's a fair enough comment, and Paarthurnax agrees with her. Even with whatever accommodations they could come up with, flying is simply rough. That's the nature of things. He lets the humans handle things, and only offers something that is hopefully reassuring.]

If you take deep breaths and relax your body, it will be easier.

[Hopefully.]

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[Where Colin comes from, the men and women he knows are violently protective of their wives and husbands. Which means what he's about to do is likely to get him a sound thrashing before cooler heads prevail. He starts cutting the sweatshirt that N provides, and he looks Hilda square in the eyes.]

Okay, Hilda. You're not going to like this, but I'll try to have it over with quickly.

I want you to put this in your mouth and bite down on it... Then, I'm going to take your arm, and tell you exactly what's going to happen, so you're ready for it.

[He pulls a leather wallet out of his pocket and removes several cards from it before giving it to Hilda. N and Paarthurnax are being momentarily ignored.]

[ She's already hurting a lot. How could this possibly get worse? Hilda does as she's told, though, trying to nod a little to let him know she was listening as she bit down on the wallet. This was actually pretty terrifying, and her good hand groped around quickly to try and find N's and hold it. She really needed the comfort right now. ]

[When he sees that she's biting down on the wallet, he nods and takes her hand.]

Okay, good. Now, what's going to happen is that I'm going to have to give your arm a sharp tug.

[He moves his other hand to pat her shoulder in a comforting gesture, but he's also positioning his hand to brace her so he can make the pull without her moving.

The pain will be pretty rough, and it'll hurt for a while afterwards, but it will reduce your pain in the long run, and let the bone heal. If you can keep it immobile you'll--

[Even as he's talking to her, he swiftly twists his body, pulling her arm and resetting the break. He'd much rather do this in a controlled environment. Actually, he'd MUCH rather a doctor do this... but there's no doctor here right now. Poor N, though. If she's holding his hand, she's very likely to squeeze in response to the pain...]

-- have your arm healed in just a couple of weeks, possibly less if you take care of it.

Now breathe! Breathe, focus on the breathing. You hurt like hell, and I still need to put the splint on you.

I apologize for the surprise, but if you'd tensed up in preparation, it would have hurt even more. I'm sorry I didn't have anything to numb the pain, but once we get you back to the Bastion, you'll have plenty of painkillers in the hospital.

[He lets go of her, and turns to continue preparing the sling. Fortunately, he's got a couple of extending poles in his toolkit that can function as a splint.]

[ Oh dear God that was awful. She had been expecting to have the time to prepare for it, but when he yanked on her arm like that all of a sudden ...

Well, there was screaming. A very sharp, yet slightly muffled scream due to the fact that she was biting down very hard on that wallet he had given her. Her good hand squeezed N's hard enough that if she were capable of thinking any rational thought at all at that moment, she would worry that she'd broken his hand in the process.

Afterward, she can hear Colin talk, but her mind can't seem to comprehend words anymore. Everything he's telling her after he set the bone is just going in one ear and out the other, and she can't make heads or tails of what he's saying at all. She lay there, trembling and continuing to grasp onto N's hand tightly. ]

[Of course he was holding her hand. As soon as she started looking for it blindly he reached for hers. It hurt to have her squeeze so hard, but he knew damn well that she was in far more pain than he could ever imagine.

She needed him to be the strong one now. He wasn't any good at it, really, but he would try. For no one else but her.

He could tell by her shaking that she wasn't really hearing Colin, so he moved down closer to her ear, whispering a repeat of Colin's words to her after asking her to focus on his voice as much as she could.

Behind them, Zoroark whined and fidgeted, but there was little he could do besides watch.]

She's not going to like this next part much either... but fortunately, immobilizing the arm will be the last bit of major pain.

[Colin gives N and Hilda an apologetic look.]

I'm sorry for the pain, by the way... it will get better faster because of it, though.

[He returns to Hilda, and begins positioning the sling, taking care not to move her arm until he has to. There are two rods set into the sling too, and once he wraps it, it will splint the break.]

[ Colin's apologetic look went unnoticed by Hilda, who was in so much pain from the broken arm and the fact that she had gone through the windshield of the transporter that her vision was starting to fade out. She tried to keep focused on N's voice in her ear, shutting her eyes tightly. ]

[Pausing in his mantra to Hilda, N glanced up at Colin with a nod.]

Do what you need to for her. I'll try to keep her conscious as much as I can.

I don't have much else I can do, actually.

[Colin leans in closer, inspecting Hilda's wounds.]

Other than maybe close some of these wounds, try to get the glass out. A micro-tractor will probably help there, and...

[He keeps mumbling to himself as he pulls his medkit out of one of his over-sized pants pockets and opens it up, grabbing at a tool.]

The painful stuff is mostly over, though. The glass shards should come out pretty cleanly. Glass is sharp, doesn't catch easily. I won't get everything, though. I'm not a doctor. She's going to need to be checked out in greater detail when she gets there.

Paarth, she's gonna be ready to go in a minute!

[Colin starts using a micro-tractor from his toolkit to extract glass, and using his dermal regenerator to close as many of the cuts and gashes as he can.]

Relax, Hilda. Breathe, let the endorphins do their thing. Just stay awake and concentrate on your boyfriend.

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