Sergeant Rick Doyle || 28 Weeks Later (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fuckthemission) wrote2012-06-11 01:03 pm
fuckthemission) wrote2012-06-11 01:03 pm
04 | voice/written/action | Kidnap shifts are a bitch, and I hate 'em.
[June 9th (Nighttime)]
[Doyle returns from the mission and hopes distantly that the shift placed on him would be gone. It is not, and he's got an insignificant wound that probably needs a few stitches and something to disinfectant. He basically makes a beeline for his place, locks himself up (and may run into people along the way, despite his attempts to be sneaky). He'll just have to wait for it to wear off.
Yeah.]
[Voice]
Can anyone do me a favor? Probably a doctor at the clinic--I need, uh. A kit for stitching up minor injuries, things like that? Something to disinfect a wound? I'm not really in a position to go down to the clinic... If we can arrange somewhere to pick it up, I'd really owe ya.
[If you're in Community Housing 7, you might feel a phantom heat passing through the Floor 3 hallway. Also if you're Doyle's neighbors or you're above or below his room, sorry about the weird heat that seems to bounce around your place. :|]
[June 10th]
[It's getting worse. He's feeling a lot more restricted, a lot more like he's drowning in peak summer heat. Started sweating more; he takes nightly walks like he does sometimes, though more-so to escape how his room smothers him. Eventually, though, he starts to realize that he can't go to the grocery store, or the restaurant, or the item shop. Or the middle of the plaza. Frankly, he realizes he's just shoving heat in people's faces wherever he's at.
There's some joke to be made about making people want to take their clothes off, but he's too tired to amuse it. He temporarily stays in an empty house further back from any people, just until this wears off. Needs food, though. Going to the grocery shop isn't going to work out. At all.
A while later, an anonymous person pens in this handwriting:]
[Written / Anonymous]
I'm stuck in a predicament, and I kinda' need food. If anyone can drop some off at the house I'm staying in, I'd really appreciate it--and I'd owe you one. Just on the doorstep, and I can do the rest.
[If people do decide to help out, he'd appreciate it. He even pens the house number. Just don't be alarmed if you help, or even if you just walk by, that something unceremoniously warm is seeping through the walls of the house. He's got the air on, the fans on, and he's still not feeling too relaxed.
He also goes out and sits at the lake. By the time he's there for an hour, two, he sits in the water and feels some semblance of relief for once.]
[June 11th]
[Fucking hell. Fuck.
He's given up on shirts. He's drinking a lot of water, too. Been sitting in the shower at the unspecified house until he prunes up. It offers a little relief. Not a whole lot. When it starts to rain he goes outside, goes back to the lake, sits in the water, in the rain; he hasn't gotten sick from it yet, so he's not about to stop.
When the rain clears up, he drags himself onto the shore and lays there. He feels too hot. He's going to burn up--they're going to burn him all up, aren't they, those assholes?
Too hot... Ugh... Too hot.
It's raining and overcast and he's laying here suffocating in heat.
What were the odds.]
((ooc: basically anyone within a 10-foot radius will feel like they're in a really hot desert that will progressively get worse the closer they go; the heat is stifling and hard to be around. Another 10 feet after that, there's a mild heat that'll probably be more recognizable on the rainy days. Touching him'll make you feel like you're being burned. Also to note, it only effects living things. So no actual hot objects. :|b
It'll go away before anything gets too intense for him, but he's a little freaked out and anxious and all that.))
[Doyle returns from the mission and hopes distantly that the shift placed on him would be gone. It is not, and he's got an insignificant wound that probably needs a few stitches and something to disinfectant. He basically makes a beeline for his place, locks himself up (and may run into people along the way, despite his attempts to be sneaky). He'll just have to wait for it to wear off.
Yeah.]
[Voice]
Can anyone do me a favor? Probably a doctor at the clinic--I need, uh. A kit for stitching up minor injuries, things like that? Something to disinfect a wound? I'm not really in a position to go down to the clinic... If we can arrange somewhere to pick it up, I'd really owe ya.
[If you're in Community Housing 7, you might feel a phantom heat passing through the Floor 3 hallway. Also if you're Doyle's neighbors or you're above or below his room, sorry about the weird heat that seems to bounce around your place. :|]
[June 10th]
[It's getting worse. He's feeling a lot more restricted, a lot more like he's drowning in peak summer heat. Started sweating more; he takes nightly walks like he does sometimes, though more-so to escape how his room smothers him. Eventually, though, he starts to realize that he can't go to the grocery store, or the restaurant, or the item shop. Or the middle of the plaza. Frankly, he realizes he's just shoving heat in people's faces wherever he's at.
There's some joke to be made about making people want to take their clothes off, but he's too tired to amuse it. He temporarily stays in an empty house further back from any people, just until this wears off. Needs food, though. Going to the grocery shop isn't going to work out. At all.
A while later, an anonymous person pens in this handwriting:]
[Written / Anonymous]
I'm stuck in a predicament, and I kinda' need food. If anyone can drop some off at the house I'm staying in, I'd really appreciate it--and I'd owe you one. Just on the doorstep, and I can do the rest.
[If people do decide to help out, he'd appreciate it. He even pens the house number. Just don't be alarmed if you help, or even if you just walk by, that something unceremoniously warm is seeping through the walls of the house. He's got the air on, the fans on, and he's still not feeling too relaxed.
He also goes out and sits at the lake. By the time he's there for an hour, two, he sits in the water and feels some semblance of relief for once.]
[June 11th]
[Fucking hell. Fuck.
He's given up on shirts. He's drinking a lot of water, too. Been sitting in the shower at the unspecified house until he prunes up. It offers a little relief. Not a whole lot. When it starts to rain he goes outside, goes back to the lake, sits in the water, in the rain; he hasn't gotten sick from it yet, so he's not about to stop.
When the rain clears up, he drags himself onto the shore and lays there. He feels too hot. He's going to burn up--they're going to burn him all up, aren't they, those assholes?
Too hot... Ugh... Too hot.
It's raining and overcast and he's laying here suffocating in heat.
What were the odds.]
((ooc: basically anyone within a 10-foot radius will feel like they're in a really hot desert that will progressively get worse the closer they go; the heat is stifling and hard to be around. Another 10 feet after that, there's a mild heat that'll probably be more recognizable on the rainy days. Touching him'll make you feel like you're being burned. Also to note, it only effects living things. So no actual hot objects. :|b
It'll go away before anything gets too intense for him, but he's a little freaked out and anxious and all that.))
[Action]
She draws the climatact sections from their holster.]
...tried the bathtub full of icecubes?
[Action]
But it's sounding progressively fuckin' better, lately.
[What is that thing in your hands. :|
Are you a witch... wizard... thing, or something]
[Action]
[She's totally a witch. Just ask Zoro. Also, gonna fit those parts together.] I can lower the temperature in here right down for you, though. Maybe it'll help. Are you okay with me trying?
[Action]
He looks blearily at her
and then to the staff-thing
and then to her
whut]
[Action]
[Yeah yeah, just hold your disbelief at the door. Nami'll just try anyway, so Doyle can be treated to her apparently blowing bubbles all across his living room. Clearly she's a huge hit at kid's parties! :D
Only when they burst as they hit the ceiling, they're sending a rush of cold air down to wash across the room, cooler by degrees. But you know, she can keep this up until we're hitting near frigid temperatures in here.]
Re: [Action]
The hell did you just do...?
[He's certainly not bitter about it.]
[Action]
[Because that explains what actually just happened, yup. She's just a witch, leave it at that. |Db Her eyes flick to him with a faint smile, then blows softly just to see her breath steam in front of her. It's kinda fun. Even if she's now freezing. (Have you seen what she wears. :|)]
How long has this been going on?
[Action]
It's been... getting worse day after day, though.
[those motherfuckers]
[Action]
[She's heading for the front door as she speaks, but not to leave! Instead she's rescuing the basket of food she brought with her from the hall just outside, talking all the way.]
[Action]
[a beat.]
It fucking sucks.
[Action]
[Action]
Welcome to his week.]
Don't mind my skepticism, but are you sure?
...
[He looks around, trying to wrap his head around... well. Everything. Don't fault him, Nami. Despite his months in Luceti, he's still a realist at heart--as in, realistically this is all crazy and he's probably in a smoldering coma somewhere in London dreaming this. He's mostly gotten past that image. Mostly. Sorta'.]
How the hell do you do... all this, anyway?
[Action] 1/2
[IT'S ONE PIECE SCIENCE, DON'T QUESTION IT.]
I'm sure. This isn't costing me a damn thing but time.
[Action]
[Action]
Chemistry, though? Not my best class in high school. I hated my chemistry teacher.
[Action]
...
...I'm Nami, by the way. [Kind of amusing. She's only just realised she never gave a name.]
[Action]
]Action]
I'm gonna put the fruit in another room at least, okay? This frigid temperature will probably kill it off pretty fast.