Day 2: Evening

Evening: 5:00pm - Midnight

[ IRL Timeframe: April 14th - April 22nd, 2019 ]

Unfortunately for everyone, the second day's events are far less rewarding than the first day's. Now that things are starting to get real, there are consequences for what's taken place. Both monsters caused a bit of damage and a mess with their departure, but the locals on the island are trying to stay positive. Sometimes things just get messy, they've dealt with this for forty years it's fine.

But the heroes are sure to have a lot on their mind. Injuries mean it's less of a game and more likely to sink in as real. How will your hero cope tonight? The Princess and her two knights are due for a rendezvous with the Protector and, on the other hand, there are some evil-allured knights due for some private time with the Wizard. What will come of that?

The Weather
Still.
61°F / 16°C
An eerie calm has fallen over the island.

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05:00pm Clean-up Crews: Both Bamborough and Craydon were left with big neon-green splashes of blood that aren't going to just wash off. Numerous locals in both areas are hard at work cleaning up after the second monsters, scrubbing at buildings and assessing the damage to the island. In Bamborough, the locals are hard at work trying to salvage the damage to the boardwalk or put up caution tape around the destroyed areas. Is your hero lending a hand in all this? Is someone else helping? Bond over picking up the pieces, but hey... it could be worse, right?

5:30pm, Craydon: Despite being largely untouched by the monster's arrival, the citizens of Craydon have dropped by the train station to check in on the heroes. Anyone in the area will be given a small care package of items and offered a free coupon for any restaurant in the area. Will your hero go alone and run into someone who was craving the same food they were, or will they team up with their fellow heroes to drop by a restaurant together? Everyone needs to unwind, after all!

5:30pm, Bamborough: Despite the boardwalk damage, the Bamborough oceanfront diner is offering 'monster margaritas' tonight. They're set up as an open-air bar tonight, doors and windows open to let in the cool sea air. Every hero gets their first monster margarita free if they can stomach the bright green color, and they've got deep fried bar foods for half off. Come in, indulge, have a drink to get your mind off of the events of the day, heroes!

5:30pm, Far Haven: The Far Haven clinic has advertised that its doors are open to any hero injured, or just in need of a check-up, for the rest of the evening. They want to check in on all the heroes and make sure they're okay. Did your hero come alone and run into someone here? Or did they come together to get stitched up? Or maybe they just need to be reassured that everything will be okay.

8:30pm, 9:05pm, 9:40pm, Train station(s): As always, Social media is incredibly quick to report Wizard appearances. At 8:00pm they report that the Wizard is waiting for the train in Bamborough station. She does, in fact, board the train at 8:30pm and they start theorizing where her destination is. Social media points out that her train will be arriving in Craydon at 9:05pm, then it will get to Far Haven by 9:40pm. If a hero tries to find her when the train arrives back in the Bamborough station at 10:15pm, though, the train will be empty. Where will your hero find her? Bamborough between 8 and 8:30pm? On the train in Craydon at 9:05pm? Or when she disembarks in Far Haven at 9:40pm?

Procedure:

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She’d been in her Terrence-fueled heal coma for the last few hours and when she wakes up, she finds that her arm is nearly scabbed over and while her head will probably need to stay bandaged for a while longer, she feels much, much better. Except for the part where she is RAVENOUS. Lucky for her, she lives in Bamborough!

Wearing a new one piece, a black vest and shorts, she busts into the diner and orders all of the onion rings they have. Then she stops the waiter and reiterates she wants all of the onion rings they have. She knows what she’s about, son.

She’ll take the free monster margarita, but she’s not about to pound that sucker down. While she’s wearing her hair down tonight to obscure it, her head is still wrapped in a layer of bandages that go over her forehead and around and it’s an annoying reminder of her carelessness in the fight earlier.

Blue hair is hard to ignore, doubly so when it belons to someone Garrot is friends with! Triply so when that someone was injured and later magically unconscious! So when Garrot sees Haizea walk in, he stops what he's doing and beelines right to her.

But he's not exactly stealthy, and he makes sure to stop her waiter to inform them that "The blue haired woman's tab should be added to mine. Yeah, more for the Murtakhor/Hamilton bill." She may likely be able to hear him before he slides into the seat next to her. His pants are still splattered with blood, and his tanktop is nowhere to be seen. It's not like anyone will stop him from walking around shirtless, he's a Knight!

"How are you feeling? Did it work?" Garrot has implemented his ultimate attack, Death By One Thousand Probing Personal Wellness Questions. His smile seems forced, and his eyes keep darting towards those bandages. "Are you okay?"

She raises an eyebrow when Garrot puts her order on his tab. Is he prepared for how many onion rings she's about to fuckin' DESTROY???

"Pretty sure it did, check it out," she says and pulls the bandage on her arm back. There's a visible scab, but it's knitted together nicely, looks like it's at least two weeks into healing. "I don't think that one will scar, but I'm kinda hopin' this one will," she gestures to her bandaged head. "With any luck it'll look cool, and if it don't then I guess I'll just start growin' my sidecut out? Maybe see about shifting it to the other side..." she trails off, musing on what she can do with her hair. If she makes it back her hair stylist will have something to say about it, at least.

"So yeah, I'm pretty okay. Don't think there's any lasting harm to anything but my pride," she says, laughing only a little bit bitterly.

Garrot has no idea she's about to deplete the entire island's reserves of literally every ingredient used in onion rings, and he doesn't care. He's ludicrously wealthy, after all! But his ears perk up and his eyes widen at the scabbing on her arm. It worked so fast! Magic is bullshit and he kinda loves it. And when she brings the focus to the bandages on her head, Garrot only looks to the ceiling and begins imagining what Haizea might look like once everything's healed.

"You can always cover it with a tattoo if you're embarrassed!" He's playful, trying to get a laugh out of her, because that's better medicine than magic. And then he gestures towards his, well, entire upper body. Very tattooed. It's a real thing people do after surgeries, and a side-of-the-head tattoo doesn't sound totally off-brand for Haizea.

But then Garrot pauses for a moment, words on the tip of his tongue. He wants to say she's still able to fight, still alive, and that's what matters, but he knows they both know that. He can pick up enough on that bitterness and his pride is plenty wounded with how little he helped during the fight itself, so he can empathize.

"Fuck your pride, scars are hot." Garrot's chosen to build her up instead, waggling an eyebrow suggestively before crossing his arms in front of his spot on their table. Between his elbows and wrists are a surprising amount of faded nicks and cuts. He's complimenting himself as much as Haizea, let's be honest.

At his suggestion of a tattoo she smiles thinly. “I got one of those already and one’s enough for me. Nah, if it scars then it scars! I’ll see how I feel about it once it shows up, no use worryin’ ‘bout it now.”

She sighs. “The pride issue, it’s less ‘bout gettin’ hurt and more ‘bout gettin’ hurt so bad so early. That was only monster number two and I was careless enough to get hurt so bad that I needed magic goddamn healin’! Hell, Seth even took the healin’ better than me, the boy didn’t wake up in a hospital room like I did after I guess passin’ out in front of you all?!” She’s frustrated now and runs a hand through her hair. She groans a little before breathing out heavy through her nose to calm herself down.

Finally she does manage to crack a smile. “You’re right, though. Scars are hot.” She reaches her hands out tentatively towards his arms, eventually hovering over a noticeable one on his right forearm. While she doesn’t ask ‘May I?’, the question is there.

While Garrot snarkily raises an eyebrow at her opinion that one tattoo is enough, he doesn't fault her for wanting to wait and see. But as she vents her frustrations, he honestly just wants to hug her. Zea's safe and that's what counts, but instead he just gently moves his arm into her waiting hands. Touch away, Dragon Knight! He'll take the chance to lecture now, though, since she's paying so much attention to him already.

"If Seth had a head lac like that, we both know he'd have conked out on the spot." He chuckles, notsomuch at the boy's expense but more to show how hardcore Haizea is. "Plus, Rory tripped and fell on her face yesterday, and," a moment of realization strikes, "we should get her to visit Mr. Torrence too. Point is, you're doing fine!."

But then Garrot sighs, his eyes redirecting to stare at the table. "You dropped fuckin' lightning, so you did a hell of a lot more today than I did."

She runs her callused fingers over his forearm gingerly, tracing the line of the coiled dragon. At one point, she finds a curved scar that was incorporated into the curve of the dragon's back and smiles. Maybe he had a point about the tattoo cover up. As she examines his scars, he might be able to see hers; most are very small or faded, she's lucky in that she doesn't scar too easy. There's a noticeable long thing one on her palm that mirrors on the underside of her fingers.

"I dropped lightning by accident," she laughs a little. "I didn't even know I could do that and the effort nearly knocked me out. I'm lucky you showed up and that Seth was able to drag it into the ocean, I would've been completely open to any counterattack otherwise." She clenches a fist and opens it a few times. She wants to figure out how to practice with her lighting, but it's more destructive than her other powers and she doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone with it.

He sees that scar on her palm as she checks him out, and Garrot is... curious, to say the least. So much so that he almost wants to ask, but instead just listens as Haizea talks about everything she things she did wrong. Garrot doesn't like this, doesn't like seeing someone so cool just tear herself down like that. So the next time her fist opens, his hands claps around it.

"You still dropped the lightning, Zea." He breathes out quickly, and then keeps going. "You're still doing damage. You're still alive, so what's it matter?!" It's only then that he realizes he was raising his voice a little, though it wasn't obvious from the din of the the crowds around them. So he lets go, turning a little red in the face. He didn't even ask if that was okay, and-

"All I did was walk in after the fact and clean up." He rolls his eyes, just as displeased with his progress so far. "With Terrence's healing, we don't even need me around!" Garrot is, of course, forgetting his many contributions already. It looks like they're both having some trouble rising to the heroic occasion!

Most people if they were to grab Haizea's hands without her explicit permission would find themselves slammed to the ground in ten seconds flat. But when Garrot grabs her hand with both of his, she's momentarily distracted entirely. 'His hands are so big,' she thinks, 'how does he even use a cell phone?' Congrats Garrot, you're in the small minority of people who can touch her without immediate violent repercussions! When his words finally penetrate her cloud of thoughts, she frowns at him.

"Do you think the only value you have is in being a doctor? You think just 'cause someone else can heal, you ain't needed? You're wrong. Terrence may be able to make bodies heal fast but I bet he can't set a bone, or diagnose an illness, or do that- that thing where doctors put a tube in your throat so you can breathe?" She's reaching the limits of her very vague medical knowledge.

"And outside that, you're strong. I remember you in the ring, you were like a force of nature. You're kind, you're funny, you're reliable, normally you're a great dresser," she pauses and gestures to all of him, Garrot why haven't you changed out of your monster blood soaked clothes!!, "and while I wish none of us had to be here for this bullshit game, I feel better knowing you're here."

She's a little embarrassed by saying all that, and while she doesn't easily blush, she does seem to be looking away from him more than is necessary. Where are those onion rings! She would like a distraction, please!!

Garrot's wounded ego has him rapt at attention: yes, he can set bones and diagnose illnesses (hopefully not relevant here), and intubate and do tracheotomies and oh shit, the Unkillable Zia thinks he's a damn good fighter and she just. Keeps. Going. So when she looks away (and why is she looking away?! they're having a moment and Garrot is here for it!!) he takes a moment to think, and-

"The problem is that we're getting upstaged by people who have no idea what the fuck they're doing, and they're like half my age." He didn't want to be rude and guess her age, especially because she's elven enough he'd be very, very wrong. "We know what we're doing, we're teaching them, and they're already surpassing the masters!" Garrot actually sounds a little angry about that. Seriously, what a buncha upstart little badasses!

"So we just have to, y'know," a plate of onion rings arrives, the first of a functionally infinite amount, and there are more on a cart nearby, "kick some ass!" Garrot takes a moment to snatch an onion ring and inhale it. "As soon as a monster isn't constantly running away or, like, sixty feet in the air, we're gonna destroy it!"

She grins at him when he starts ranting about the kids these days. What next, is he gonna tell them to get off his lawn?

“The problem is these powers,” she says, then twirls a finger in the air, stirring up a slight breeze that she sends over to Garrot to ruffle his hair. “They can be the great equalizer, huh? Aside from us and Zafika and maybe Gyre, though I haven’t seen him fight yet, none of them would be able to do the amount of damage we do normally. But Gail killed the first one ‘cause of his magic speed and Seth got the second one ‘cause of his magic wires. I think...” she trails off, stirring her drink pensively for a moment, “I think both of us are probably bein’ too hard on ourselves. We’re set in our ways and think we know how shit works, but magic like this means we know nothin’, not really.”

When the onion rings appear she digs the fuck in, at least three disappear down her gullet in about 30 seconds. “The moment we get a monster that fights us with fists, I think we’ll both be able to really show these kids what we can do,” she says, and grabs another onion ring, biting into it just a bit aggressively.

"See, we're paying attention! We got this! We're gonna kick so much ass!" And then he laughs, because Garrot's getting hyped up! So he reaches out to grab another onion ring, unceremoniously tossing it into his mouth. So another Garrot reaches out to grab another onion ring unceremoniously tossing it into his mouth. Because there's two Garrots now. There's another one sitting next to him.

"I mean, I really wouldn't wanna be on the other end of two of me!" And then both of the Garrots consume another pair delicious fried ellipses. The newcomer immediately leans in towards the middle of the table, looking distraught.

"It doesn't feel like I'm eating..." The words are almost whined out, and his ears start to comically droop. Garrot Prime follows suit, similarly disheartened by the occurrence. Neither is aware that Haizea might not be Mentally Prepared for this entire situation, because this is just Murtakhor Business As Usual now.

She’s glad to see his mood improve, but then suddenly there’s. Two of him?? She’s never actually seen him use his power, not when she’s been fully aware of her surroundings at least, and she jumps just a bit when the second one appears. Once she calms down she grabs an onion ring and points it at him accusingly, first at one Garrot and then the other.

“Y’all oughta give people a warnin’ when you pull this shit!” she shoves the onion ring into her mouth then, thinking about what the secondary Garrot said. “Do you not taste the onion ring, or do you just not feel like it’s fillin’ you up?”

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