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EVENT LOG: A FRIEND IN NEED ( ALFHEIM )

Who: Everyone going to Alfheim
What: The mingle log for A Friend In Need
When: Days 387-390 ( Jan. 12-19 )
Where: Asgard, Alfheim, and the train ride inbetween
Rating: PG-13. Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please!

Day 387 ( Jan. 12/13 ): Before boarding the train around dawn, the leaders of the separate groups should run checks on everyone that's signed up. Natives will help dish out a simple weapon to those without their own that want one, medical supplies to the healers and a simple kit for everyone else, and a simple mask with strict instructions to put them on as soon as the kingdom is within sight. After everyone is geared up and boarded, Odin's spies will set out on horseback first, masks already in place, to clear the path ahead. This gives you a five hour train ride to go over strategies and coordinate with your fellow Travellers and the Asgard natives that have joined the ranks.

As the train crosses the halfway mark between Asgard and Alfheim, the dark black clouds of smoke and ash will sprawl across the horizon and thicken the air, prompting early placement of the gas masks as a precautionary measure. It's a short trip from there, and once the train has stopped, it's time to get to work. The homes and buildings of Alfheim will be in varying states of disarray and ruin, some still burning as the inhabitants and neighbours struggle to douse the flames. Others will be smouldering, successfully saved or otherwise left to burn itself out in the days since the initial attack. There will still be Fire Giants sparsely wreaking havoc amongst the living quarters, but the vast majority of the fighting will have been drawn into the treeline by the Elves to give room for relief efforts and any evacuation attempts. Homes and larger buildings still largely intact will have been turned into temporary hospital rooms or safe houses for the young and incapable of fighting, with the injured laid out anywhere there is room; the dead will be wrapped in sodden sheets in the alleys between buildings until they can be properly buried - if ever they should find the opportunity.

This leaves the Travellers to split up and jump head first into their tasks. The Elves will be pleasantly surprised and immensely grateful for the arrival of aid, but they will not spare much time to gratitude when the battle wages and every second counts. Those fighting will immediately accept the Travellers into their defence, and from there, they will begin to push back against the Giants' forces. At this point, it will be largely defensive combat, an attempt to keep the Giants from moving further into the kingdom and setting more to flames. Surt himself will be present in this, and a vast majority of those that try to stand against him will be met with a heavy hand. Move carefully, Travellers, for there is still fight left in these desperate Giants.
Day 388/389 ( Jan. 14-17 ): By early morning, just as the Sun is beginning to rise, the Travellers will receive some support from their patron deities back in Asgard. For the next two days, they will have their House Powers to give them that extra edge on the battlefield. Another surprise will arrive as well, as the trees themselves seem to move through the battlefield to push back the Giants. The Treepeople will have arrived, many of whom direct their efforts towards the support group to help control the flames while others exact their grief and anger on the enemy forces that still linger around. These beings are the oldest in Yggdrasil, second only to the immortals, and strongly resemble their respective forests, but they are strong and firmly rooted in the Mother's survival.

They will fight alongside the Travellers until they are cut down or the battle is won, which it seems it will be when the flames begin to significantly dwindle nearing sunrise on Day 389. From that point onward, those fighting for Alfheim will rise to the offence and the Giants will begin to fall back as their numbers lessen and their advantage wanes. They will begin fleeing the kingdom, leaving Surt with only his loyalists at his side - and against the might of the Travellers and the Elves emboldened by their allies' support, they few will not be enough to claim the entire kingdom.
Day 390 ( Jan. 18-19 ): The Travellers' House Powers will fade before sunrise, but between the combined strengths of them, the Elves, and the Treepeople, they will still quickly overpower Surt's remaining forces and send them scurrying back to their ruined kingdom of Muspellheim. Surt will leave weary and more furious than ever at his failure, but he knows too that to stand alone would be his downfall. The battle is won, but the damage has been great and there is little time for celebration. The Travellers will be given the most sincere gratitude from the people of Alfheim, and sent back home with packs of food and supplies to patch themselves up before they arrive back in Asgard as the loyal and true allies to Yggdrasil and her children.

[ OOC NOTES: This is the mingle log for the A Friend In Need plot event! Team sign-ups are over here and it is never too late to join, thought the leadership positions have already been chosen. To plot out a thread with Surt, please comment here. Let us know if you have any questions or concerns! ]

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[He wants to laugh because of that, just because it feels good to have someone (other than his dad) care.]

I'm fine. Really.

Probably. I don't know, I can't really feel it. Headwounds bleed more, so it's probably nothing.

[But he's trying really hard not to just grab her and-- screw it. He's grabbing her around her shoulders and pulling her in for a hug.]

As long as you're keeping yourself out of any flying arrows, I'm fine.

[ there's a second that she wants to protest, go on and on about how sooty and dirty he is, but she can't bring herself to make that joke when she's actually really glad to be hugging him. hugs are good. scratch that, it's a good hug, which is also pretty assuring. he's alright. ]

You smell like a fireplace. [ which isn't actually all bad, but it's just a little overwhelming, so she tucks her chin over his shoulder even though he's a couple inches taller than her for it to be comfortable ] And no, no flying arrows for me. I've drawn a few, but haven't actually seen any in action.

I feel like one.

[So maybe he stays like that for a minute, just smelling something that doesn't smell like burnt before he gives her a squeeze and lets her go.]

Keep it that way. Come on, let me walk you back to the tents. I could use something to drink.

[He steps back, but he holds his hand out for hers, wanting that much at least.]

[ she didn't let herself hope that he'd come back with her, even if it's just for a little while, so hey, she'll absolutely take this. she reaches for his hand and immediately leads them back, back away from the battlefield first, until they're behind the small line of tents and Treepeople ( yeah, she's still not over that ) guarding their rest areas from attack. it takes a little while to get back to the tents, now that she's not running, but eventually they get to hers ]

Go sit inside, I'll get you a waterbottle.

[ and some alcohol swabs for that wound, buddy. not that she'll tell him that until she's about to sit him down and try to clean him up a bit, woops. she steps by the opening in her tent to head over to the medical tent, only turning around once to tilt her head go on ]

[He's just going to stare after her like a puppy for a moment before sighing and going into the tent to sit down. God, it was gross out there, but it was nicer in here. Cooler. Less smoky, gritty, disgusting. He sat down on a stool and rested his elbows on his knees, head in his hands as he just... rested.]

[ heeyyy, head in his hands, that's actually really convenient, that's pretty perfect. she's got two waterbottles and a medkid in her arms when she gets back, and one hand moves out to smooth across his shoulders as soon as she's close enough while the other-

holds an open waterbottle over his head and lets about half of it dump down on him. from really close, so it doesn't pelt his skull or anything, but it's maybe a little cold. sorry. ]

Aha- Like a sexy carwash commercial.

[ she's already laughing and already prepared for some backlash yep. although hey, maybe it'll feel good and not nearly as alarming as she thought it might. ]

[He would have thought himself about four seconds away from falling asleep--

Until she dumped the water on his head. He jerked upright, cold water trickling under the armor and down his back and...]

Oh my god, Rachel!

[He stood there, soaking wet and dripping dirty water and ash. Then he grinned.

And held out his arms. Guess who was getting a wet, dirty hug?]

No, no, no-!

[ attempting to circle around to the other side of her desk, yep. luckily there's enough space in there that he won't be dripping all over her notebooks and sketches, but she's still taking the long way around. even if that might result in her capture. ]

I was doing you a favor! You can't turn this around on me!

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You trying to tell me what to do?

[Yeah, he caught her. Huuuuuugs. Wet, dirty hugs. All over. There's a little ash on her face now. So much for clean Rachel.]

Groooss.

[ she's just letting it happen though, her face all scrunched up and her fingers splayed wide. and then she's kind of laughing because what else can she do in this position? she can feel her clothes getting rumpled and splotched with dirty water and yep that's- definitely something on her face ]

Icky boy, icky boy.

I am. Maybe you could draw me a bath... ha ha, literally.

[He pressed a dirty kiss to her forehead, then let her go.]

It's your own fault.

If I don't get to take a bath, you don't get to take a bath.

[ she'll accept that kiss, but she's also poking him in the stomach once he lets her go ]

Now, sit. I'm going to clean your face. [ wound. but it's... near his face? so. she's not fibbing. ]

We could take a bath together?

[Hope? Hope? So much hope...

But he makes a fake 'oof' sound, though she's poking at armor.]

Are you sure you're my girlfriend and not my babysitter? Did my dad put you up to this?

[ that just earns him a look. ]

Maybe after the fight is over, hero. For now we need to stay focused, right?

[ r i g h t. ]

I am in fact both your girlfriend and your babysitter right now. I'm fine with that. But no, it's entirely my own doing. Though I'd be that I don't want your wounds getting infected any more than your dad does.

[ she's pointing at the stool he was sitting on before though, where the second, full waterbottle was left behind, all very authoritative. ]

Sit, get comfy, and drink that whole bottle of water while I do my thing. [ ... ] Please.

Right. Focused.

[So not focused. Because now he was thinking of Rachel naked and in a bubble bath. Good distraction tactic there, Rach.

He wrinkles his nose at that, then sighs.]

It's cheating to bring my dad into it. Or for you to use that look.

[You know, the one with her eyes? And her face. Unfair, Rachel. UNFAIR.]

Fiiiiiine.

[He rolls his eyes to show her what he thinks of the idea, but not so secretly, he actually likes the idea of someone... not so much babying him, but looking after him. Caring.

He opens the water and chugs half of it down without breathing, gasping as he stops to inhale without choking, the waggling the bottle at her.]

Happy?

Technically you brought your dad into it. I was just going with it.

[ but then he's chugging that water and she clasps her hands together and holds them against her chest, moving to sit down on the seat beside his, sideways, so she's facing him ]

Good boy! I'm so proud. [ she'll even lean forward to give him a kiss on his wet, dirty face. eugh. luckily! the first aid kid she snagged has a couple of clean washcloths in it, and she pops the lid open so she can grab one and use it to start wiping away at some of the smudged dirt and ash on his face. see? there was a reason for the waterbottle dumpage. and not just to cool him off. it's ruining the first washcloth, but oh well. that's what it's there for! still, she's being pretty careful about it, not wanting to accidentally rub over any surprise cuts or bruises that might be hidden under the soot. ]

So, this bad boy along your hairline, is that the only thing I should be worried about? I don't want to poke at a bruise or something...

[Aww, Rachel kisses. He liked that. Totally worth it.

He's sort of just grinning at her like some kind of lovestruck idiot while she's wiping at his face, eyes on hers and just... yeah. He was an idiot.]

Mm? Oh, uh, yeah, I think that's it. I mean, the worst.

[He just wouldn't bring up the other nasty wounds he'd had healed up already. She would have flipped her lid over the leg and side wound, so... you know, he'd just keep that to himself.]

'Kay. [ when this is all over she's so going to find out about those wounds and poke him everywhere else as punishment for keeping it from her, fair warning. but for now she's blissfully unaware, satisfied with his answer because she's sure he'd tell her if she was about to scrub a washcloth over something painful. so! she's just going to keep on wiping away the dirt ]

Is it as bad as it sounds out there? Those giants are seriously in love with hearing themselves yell, that's all I really know. Sort of defeats the purpose of a battle cry if you do it all the time, though. [ dumb giants. and nnnnow's the tricky part, trying to navigate around the cut on the side of his head to carefully wipe away some of the blood. she's got the thin washcloth covering her hand, so she's not too worried about the whole blood thing, but still. mostly just not wanting to irritate it. ]

[She'll find out and he'll let her poke at him, then do what he can to distract her. Because hey, that's the best part about this whole thing. He's allowed to do that. And she's allowed to do... well, anything.

He's tipping his head to the side to let her get at the wound, trying not to wince as he feels a few stings.]

I think it's all they know how to do. Like the communication method of the asshole. But hey, it makes them easier to find and, you know, avoid.

[For the most part. He'd still run into some, obviously, and was wishing he hadn't.]

Don't go trying to find out yourself, okay?

[Because he would lose it if anything happened to her.]

Don't worry about that, I'm no use to anybody out there. [ she shakes her head a little tiny bit, because she is listening, but the conversation is kind of just background noise to what she's doing, most of her focus on navigating the edge of the cloth around that cut. although she's kind of wincing once she clears away most of it, because it looks like the dried blood is the only thing keeping it from bleeding at all. it's- hm. ]

You're going to want to yell at me, but I think we might need to put some- [ the brown stingy stuff, what is that caaalllled- ] peroxide on this to clean it out. There's- kind of a lot of blood. Normally I'd say just leave it until after because it's going to get dirty again anyway, but. No.

[ she's wincing, already very sorrysorrysorry as she reaches for the kit again for some cottonballs and that brown bottle of peroxide. ] Not going to try to clean the actual cut, just really close to it. So it might sting. Like, a lot. [ ... ] I had to learn basic first aid when I started working at a summer camp, lots of scraped knees and stuff, so I know how to clean it without making it worse or something, don't worry. I'll take care of you, I promise. [ why yes she is panicking because of all that dried blood. not that blood freaks her out, but. bleeding Stiles. that freaks her out. ]

[He'd thought for a minute she was going to say stitches, and yes, he paled in a very manly fashion. When she said peroxide, he thought he might pee a little in relief -- if he had any fluid in him to pee.]

Hey, that's fine. [No, it wasn't. It was going to hurt and Stiles hated pain. But peroxide pain was better than stitches, so, yeah, sure. Hurt him. Hurt him bad.] Not like you're gouging at it with sandpaper, right?

[Wrong.]

Right. It'll be fine. Just a little stingy. You can handle stingy. You can handle stingy like a champ. [ might be smiling a little bit because again, selfishly, his nerves help her feel more grounded, just so she can be the one to help him through it. she's not going to be much help if she's more nervous than he is, right? so his expression drops and she reaches for his hand, just squeezing it for a moment, before letting it go and getting back to using a cottonball to plug up the hole over the peroxide bottle and flipping it to douse one side. ]

So, have you tried talking to the Trees yet? It's kind of hilarious.

[ she's just dabbing the little ball along the very outskirts of the dried blood, nothing stingy just yet, but she'll go ahead and try and distract him anyways. ]

I don't think they like humans very much. I tried striking up a conversation with one of the smaller ones, because they're just standing right outside, you know? But it sort of just tree-grunted at me. Like an old man trying to ignore the attentions of a yappy dog.

The what? Oh, yeah, the trees.

[He's on to your devious plan, Ms. Dare, but he's willing to go along with it, because distractions are good.]

I've doused a couple that were on fire. They weren't big on the whole 'thank you' thing, so I just sort of figure it's better to be ignored by them than maybe stepped on.

[He can feel the cool liquid on his head, knowing it was probably bubbling like mad, but he was still watching her, paying attention to those green eyes.]

[ she snorts a laugh, even if she probably shouldn't. woops. because it's not funny, where her imagination took that, but it's better than getting upset over something that won't actually happened. ]

I would be so mad if you got squashed by a tree. Like outrageously angry.

[ she drops the bloodied cottonball into a spare cup in the kit, and reaches to douse another one. this one sweeps across his forehead a little closer to the cut, but not quite there. it's close enough that the reddened skin starts to react though, so she's just going to reach for his hand with her free hand now yep ]

I would turn that tree into my own personal rocking chair to sit and wait in until you woke up again. Sweet, sweet rocking chair revenge.

[ aaand one more cottonball, now that the worst of the blood is cleared away and she can actually see the cut ( not deep enough to get stitches, but, you know, a freaking headwound ) so. this time she just- blop-blop-blop-blop-blop dabs the cotton ball right over the cut, and lets the peroxide sit. aaand she's looking directly at his eyes now instead of the cut, because she's not sure she can watch it react, even though she knows that the foaming up is good, bubbling means it's cleaning it. ]

Or I would ask someone to use the wood to build Hale a little dragon porto-potty. Turning a treeperson into a personal bathroom for a dragon as revenge for stepping on you. It still wouldn't be enough, but I like it.

[Oh my god, Rachel. Stop making him laugh. He was trying to manfully be stoic about his pain, not laugh and wince at the same time. God.]

That's my girl. Smite the tree that smote me and make a paddle out of it to teach me my lesson later.

[Clearly his mind was elsewhere, because he really needed to stop that now. Stop, Stiles. Bad, Stiles. Naughty, Stiles.

Then those green eyes are watching his and he sort of just... gets a little lost. Even the stinging is bearable because god, she's gorgeous. Muck and stress on her face and she still looks like some kind of red haired angel.

(He is so gone. So, so gone.)]

That is the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me. I think I'm going to have to keep you, Rachel Dare.

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