video.

[efface]

[ when the feed comes on, riza's expression is tense. controlled. she's looking straight into the camera. there's an air of professionalism to her as she speaks, but that's to be expected.

she's lived through enough warzones, calamities, and nightmares to know how this goes. ]

My name is Riza Hawkeye. I know some of you, but-

[ not important. she blinks herself out of that. roy was always better at this, wasn't he? okay, breathe. ]

We need to regroup. I'm sure everyone has felt some part of what is going on, but things are getting out of hand. We can't turn on each other at a time like this, not with whatever is happening down below. I know a lot of us are scared, but if we're going to get through this, we need to pull together.

[ a beat, and then she exhales. riza doesn't look fantastic, honestly. she hasn't slept in who knows how long, and with everything going on around the ship?

but she's trying, that has to mean something, right? ]

Anyone who needs help, come find me in the lounge. I know basic first aid and can see what I can do. If anyone has any kind of healing abilities that are working? I can help with those too. I'm trying to collect what supplies we have, but help is appreciated.

I'll be in the Lounge if anyone needs to find me.

[ and then the feed cuts.



ooc timeline wise! this is happening semi-post the event log but pre the wrap-up log! meaning that people who went down in the first log can be back up, but all the dead bodies haven't made it up. she is open for network stuff but also if you just want to action meeting her in the lounge......feel free.

also.....no one has told her about roy yet so. that is open. c: ]

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[fairysong]

I've got some kind of... [Sheryl trails off, and there's an audible moment of hesitation in her voice.

Then she shakes it off.] I've got healing abilities. For a while. Until the witch switches them up again, I guess. I can help.

video;

[nogoldenmirror]

I am no healer, but I do know first aid and wound care. Until we've reached a decision on what to do with that creature down below... [It's obvious in her eyes: she wants it dead and gone.]

I will be right there. [She'll save any commentary on the first part for when they're face to face. What the hell happened up here while the rest of them...]

text.

[valuedstrength]

My healing ability is up and running still. I can administer first aid with the best of them. I'll make my way over.

[Voice]

[spaceforged]

I'll be there in a moment. I have a little left from my kit for anyone that needs some patching up. [He sounds tired. The whole business below wore him out in more than one way.]

Eaten yet?

[audio]

[dadandgone]

[Maes sounds so very tired and on edge. I mean, he's doing his best to mask it, but a keen observer like Hawkeye can probably tell.]

We got split up down there, but I was lucky enough to have a healer.

I still wouldn't mind some company and a slightly less ominous setting. So the Lounge sounds ideal. I'll come see you and you can fill me in on what happened up here while we were down below.

[He hesitates and then he asks, because she didn't mention...]

Have you heard from Roy yet?

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[decisions]

If you've a bandage or two to spare, I'd... greatly appreciate it.

[ just one or two. it's fine. it's fiiiiine. ]

( action )

[wraithes]

[ inej does not have her knives on her, as she makes her way to the lounge. she feels horrible, doing it this way, but she does not want to deal with conversation. with being checked on, and people touching her, and doctoring her own wounds. she would much rather take what she needs and leaves, which is why she lingers in the shadows. entering with her magical ability activated, stealing toward a table of bandages and . . . what looks to be pain reliever? potentially.

she slips by relatively unnoticed, but relaxes her powers once she nears the table. objects don't blend in, she has since learned, and floating tape will certainly give her away. but she picks it up, slipping it into her pocket, and is attempting to leave without a word.

silent, steady, predictable.

probably going to get caught by sniper lady extraordinaire, but inej is confident in her ability to pocket things and leave. ]

text; a day or so after Percival's contact

[moneytwin]

I don't have any healing here. [the loss of cure wounds is felt keenly!!] I don't even have my 'normal' gift now, it's been. changed.

That there's something on this ship with powers that can interact with and upset Astoria's gifts to us is concerning.

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[thedarkbond]

[Ren has mostly been keeping his head down since everyone came back up from under the surface, but he can't help but notice the name "Hawkeye" when it comes up. He'd heard that name while he was down below, from someone he might not have seen killed but certainly knows didn't come back up with his group like he went down with them, and he finds himself wondering. About the person behind that name, for one thing, but whether anyone had been able to tell her what happened yet considering the losses their group had suffered.

He's mostly been lingering around the lounge area anyway, so he just wanders back in, keeping an eye out for the face from the video. Ren looks a little bit banged up, bruised and scraped, but he doesn't seem to mind too much, and he links his hands behind his back as he approaches her, head slightly tilted.]

You said your name was Hawkeye, right...? [His tone is making an attempt to be vague and curious, but it's more grounded than he'd like on first approaching someone. He's having trouble pulling together his full innocent airs after all that.] Were you one of the ones who stayed up here on the bridge?