Over the palisade, morning will break

[callada]

characters: Rosinante, Mary, Will, but OTA also really
location: The Invincible
date/time: Nov. 30
content: Spirits go home, comas come to an end. This is a catchall for anyone who wants to talk to Rosi on the 30th after the Sandman event.
warnings: Mentions of violence/injury/etc plus whatever the dreamers got up to, will edit as needed.

For the last two weeks, The Invincible has turned from a pleasant tavern to a fortified bunker. People are spread out across the floor, some injured, some very asleep. They've tried to keep the place clean but with injured defenders dragging themselves in and out and with at least one temporary clinic for treating more serious problems, the room has seen its share of blood.

In one corner sits an exhausted, bruised, stitched and bandaged, makeup-free Rosinante, head and shoulders slumped low over Mary, who he has kept close in his bag of supplies the whole time out of sheer paranoia. It's a good thing he's well-practiced at getting around rugged landscapes while porting a child with him. Beside the two of them is Will, set carefully along the wall with a blanket and pillow, glasses set inside a drinking glass on the table above so they don't get stepped on by anyone.

As he's just moving to reach for his cigarettes, he notices movement. Whether you've just woken up or are walking over with injuries comparable to his own, you have his attention.

Comments

[sunborne]

"Yeah. In the dream." Daylight nods and, for a second, he feels very silly when the reality(?) of what he says finally sinks in. "I mean- It sounds crazy, yeah, and after everything we've been to... But... At the same time..."

Daylight, not wanting to be rude, makes a gesture to both him and Rosinante and then gestures to their fortified surroundings. His way of saying: Can't get crazier than two guys over seven feet tall hiding in an inn-turned-fortress after a coma/siege, right? "It won't hurt to try? I know we've got a lot to do after all of this..." He looks around, taking stock of his surroundings because wow. Rosinante and the others have been through some stuff. That much he gathered from reading the posts but seeing it for himself is. Something else. "But it happened. There must be a meaning behind it. Like, um, everything about this world."

[callada]

"Yeah. You're probably right," he sighs, nodding. He's not sure how much stock to put into any of it, but he doesn't want to dismiss Daylight entirely. Obviously, what he saw matters deeply to him - and it should, given the unsettling nature of it all. Daylight wants it to mean something, because it would be a lead on their situation, but probably also because dreaming about one's own death, especially a death of that nature, isn't something he likely does often. Therefore, there must be a reason for it.

All this after weeks of hell for the rest of them is a lot. "I suppose we just need to verify that the dream was actually shared. We could gain a lot from this, if that radio tower is really out there."

1/2 gag tag.

[sunborne]

Daylight wants to BELIEVE his processors, weirdly created as they are, WOULDN'T dream up THAT MUCH DEAD BIRDS BECAUSE FOR REAL THAT WAS A LOT OF DEAD BIRDS WHAT THE HECK-

2/2 FOR REAL...

[sunborne]

"Yeah," Daylight agrees, nodding along with a touch of desperation in the motion. He wants to believe. He needs to believe because- Because that said something about him if it wasn't. He's not sure if he's ready for the implications at all. That- And it would be nice to find the radio tower, see if the things he and the others found there were still there. If the computer was still around and could be charged with his arc energy as it had in his dream... Maybe they can find out what was in it...

But- With all of that settled on his end- "... Are you guys okay?" Daylight turns his focus and concern on Rosinante. Getting a real good look at him, optics cycling to take in notes of any possible damage. "Because from how bad my joints are, I've been down for a while and this place is... It would be Bracketfire's wet dream, honestly. Things must have been intense."

[callada]

"Seen better days. We lost a few. I hope they make it back. I'll be all right, it's the others who need looking after."

Which he'd probably say even if he did need help, because that's how he is, but he's pretty convinced he's got his own needs figured out. Sure, he's clearly racked up his share of obvious, extensive injuries, but they've all been cleaned and bandaged, and even mildly healed thanks to Crowley being actually helpful. He needs a shower and sleep, but he'll get there in time.

"If you don't mind, actually - could you help check on the others still waking up? Some people are going to need a hand walking after being down so long."

[sunborne]

"Sure!" Daylight nods in confirmation, looking confident enough. "I know how to help people who've had to be put into a medically induced coma." An ominous statement to make, most certainly, but at least he has some experience with this. That's what happens when the majority of your family members and friends are in the field of medicine or robotics engineer (which is basically robotics medicine).

Daylight is about to bound out of the room to do it now but- Stops halfway through. Then he looks behind him to look over at Rosinante one last time.

"-And you take care of yourself, okay? Get a chance to rest up and because I'll check on you too." He puffs out his cheeks and tries to make himself look scary, hitching up his winglets high and making his armour fluff up to try and make himself look bigger. (Keyword is 'try' here because of the fact Daylight is not built or designed in a terrifying way.)

[callada]

"I don't doubt that," he replies with an exhausted laugh as he scrubs at the stubble on his face with a hand and turns toward the stairs. Yeah, all right, fine. Time to get cleaned up and feel human again. It's been a long couple of weeks.

"I'll keep my tablet close, though. If it turns out the spirits aren't done with us yet, let me know." Surely he can still muster up the energy to fight if he has to. But the thought that he might not have to, that he can finally rest, is such an immense relief. He might just sleep for a full day if he can get away with it - he's long overdue.