END OF ARC 1: DAY 173 DOWNTIME

[asgardmods]

[Two days of battle have been harsh. The hospital and the Arena are both nearing full, and the smell of charred wood still remains from the few buildings set on fire in Freya district by a dragon on Day 168. Nothing is truly quiet, but this is another welcome break in the violence.

The only question is: how many more cycles can we survive? Though we did well yesterday, it's clear that we'll be wiped out soon if nothing changes.]


[ooc note: this is the catch-all log for Day 173 (Nov 12-13). There is no battle, but there are a lot of general npc wounded of all different species (some of which are outlined here). You can find the battle log for Days 171-172 here, and the shelter log here.

Please be sure to include the day/time of day in the subject line of top-level threads. Also, be sure to have read the entire plot post.

There is a timeline of all important posts in the ooc comm here. If you have plot questions, please submit them to the plot post so everyone else can get the answers. Thank you!]

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[samantha_grey]

[Samantha was a bit surprised when she looked up at Eve. The look in her eyes, despite the fact that she knew she could fight and recover from her own wounds, told the story. She'd thought Eve was dead too.

It slipped away and she allowed herself a smug grin. Yeah, that sort of sarcasm was on her good side.]

And here I thought you'd end up on the wrong side of a dragon. Pretty girls are their favorites, I hear, and we haven't killed them all yet.

[expy]

[Naturally, she cocks an eyebrow at that kind of response. If this were anywhere else, she'd say she felt a little bit offended--but as it was, she could understand. Regardless, she ends up rolling her eyes and shrugging her shoulders before responding.]

Oh, please, I've eaten dragon stew for breakfast. They should be more worried about ending up on my bad side.

[Which was... technically true, but the dragons in question here were more along the lines of abnormally large fire breathing lizards and less like what they were up against here.]

[samantha_grey]

[She snorted and grinned at her.]

You have an ego that could dwarf Ahab's, you know that? So, what the hell have you been up to, other than trying to fix dragon soup.

...

Oh, and don't actually try to eat it. Their blood's acidic.

[Yes, she'd managed to figure that out herself somehow. That was probably a little worrying in and of itself.]

[expy]

Aw, but the acid's what gives the dish its kick. [Kidding, obviously, but she says it in a way that implies she's thoroughly serious. Either way, she cocks her head to the side slightly, thinking nothing of it, before answering.]

Well, y'know. I've been around. Killing things, taking their equipment, trying not to die... [Trailing off with an exaggerated shrug.] The usual.

[samantha_grey]

Well, you're obviously successful on at least one end of that. I'm betting you've probably done pretty good on the other.

[She snorted and curled an arm around her leg.]

Got through the new moon ok. Been fighting a lot more since. Some tea I've been working on to control 'her' seems to be working for the most part. Conan and crew still got me locked up all the same.

[zodiacal]

...So the moon theory turned out to be right. [And, she'll be absentmindedly placing a hand on her chin, making note of that. If this was something they had a chance of getting under control now, it was definitely a thing to be glad for.]

Sorry I had to miss out on locking you up, then. I might have gotten a little sidetracked by the invasion and all.

["Little" as in as in she was heading out immediately after Thor's post, pls..........]

[samantha_grey]

Don't worry about it. We had enough insanity as it stands. I stayed where people could find me, and they had me in the graveyard. We had to improvise apparently. At least the tea worked too. It tastes terrible, but I'm going to keep taking it.

[She smirked over at her and chuckled, shrugging.]

Even if it keeps working though, I want to be locked up for a few months, just in case.

[zodiacal]

Fair enough. [Lazily, but her tone more or less implies that she's going to make sure she goes through with that. Better safe than sorry, after all.]

Do I want to ask what's in that tea, exactly? Or am I better off keeping my lunch in my stomach?

[samantha_grey]

Affadil leaves. Magical herb used to protect against curses. Not really meant for brewing, but not outright poisonous. You don't want to drink it or smell it... ever.

Hell, if anyone's thinking of kissing me, I'd suggest at least a half hour's wait.

[zodiacal]

That-- sounds tasty. [BUT NOT. At all.] Maybe you should try kissing someone you really hate.

[samantha_grey]

... [And for some reason that just caused Samantha to fall into a fit of giggles. They had an awkward, hollow sound to them, but she did look genuinely amused while she was rolling on her back.]

[expy]

[.............???? Just. This face???

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING THAT WASN'T EVEN FUNNY DID YOU FINALLY CRACK etc etc.]

[samantha_grey]

[She takes a minute to calm down, holding her sides and hooting in laughter. Obviously, she doesn't seem to care about that reaction on Eve's face]

Hate... god... I think I will kiss him with it on my lips... HAH!

[zodiacal]

You're aware-- that wasn't a serious suggestion, aren't you?

[But w h y .]

[samantha_grey]

Yep... it's still funny as hell considering my life. Let's be honest here.

[zodiacal]

--Fair enough. [Kind... of...] But let's do my complexion a favor and stay away from the hysteric laughing in the future.

[samantha_grey]

[She giggled and settled down, sitting on the ground and winking up at Eve.]

Fine fine. It's not like I laugh that often as is, is it?

[zodiacal]

Thankfully. [Negative... Nancy... But she crosses her arms and nods.]

What's so funny about it, anyway? Any asshole you want to make vomit?

[samantha_grey]

Heh, I never did explain what the whole kismesis thing to you. Troll romances either center on pity or hate. Me and Eridan, sort of have a hate-thingee going... it's weird.

[expy]

...Pity or hate. [Just. Giving her the most skeptic face ever.] I'm guessing by their standards, I'm dating everyone I know.

[samantha_grey]

The way one of them explained it, [Said, leaning up against a wall.] there's platonic hate and romantic hate. The first one's just hate. Grind your teeth, want them dead, that sort of thing. The second's more like a rivalry. They irritate the hell out of you, piss you off, but you want to be the one that hurts them, only it's no fun if you kill them. That ruins the game. So, there's a lot of posturing.

Heh, somedays, I have trouble taking it seriously... and then some days, he says something that sets me off and I can't stop railing at him.

[She shrugged.] I honestly think this is only working, a little, because I'm not human either. As for the pity thing, it sounds a lot closer to love the way I've heard it. Just more co-dependent and protecting.

[zodiacal]

[.........LET IT BE KNOWN, THAT HALF OF THIS JUST WENT IN THROUGH ONE EAR AND OUT THE OTHER. She will also be making A Face, because. Just. What is that??? How is that a concept???? Why is it a concept???????

Her answer is sufficiently deadpan to make up for how weirded out she is by this whole ALIEN HATE AND PITY DOKIS UWAH shenanigans.

Dear sweet lord help.]

...Sounds like a love story for the 5 o'clock news.

[samantha_grey]

Well, considering the few stories I've heard about celebrities, yeah, it kind of is isn't it. And don't give me that look. It's... hard enough to even make sense of why I haven't tried to eat his liver or some stupid crap like that. I'm still struggling with the fact that I can kiss the irritating little fuck without losing my sanity and going all demonic on him.

[She sighed and reached up to rub her forehead.]

I barely know what the hell I'm doing with this one, but neither does he. We... probably aren't that good at it, really, but I don't know that we have to.

It's just... he wants me, even despite all of what I am. nobody's ever wanted that, knowing what I am, knowing what I could do to them.