𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 ✧ 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠

[realists]

who: jyn erso, cassian andor, cullen rutherford, finn, rey, & jim kirk
what: jumanji: welcome to the forest
when: mid-june; prior to kidnappings
where: outside the wall, near the amusement park
warnings: pg-13 level monster fights & swearing

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The woods don't seem incredibly sinister anymore, what with the Amusement Park of the Old City being nearly fully open next to it now. As night falls however, the faint, tinny noise of rides and games becomes almost eerie in the planet-light of the Capital World. The mission is simple, Jyn wants to find out if the copse of interconnected trees really are sentient and if it would be safe to move them to a different spot so the encroaching Amusement Park won't cause them any damage. It's supposed to be easy. Sure.

Comments

[bythehand]

[ Yeah, that tracks. ]

Sentimental value?

[happiertimes]

Something like that, yes. There are many copies of it on my world, but it was the first to be made with that particular design.

[Don't fuck it up, Finn. Also, don't die.]

[realists]

Hell, [ jyn agrees.

when finn grabs her up, jyn has a fleeting memory of struggling to carry cassian across the beach. it's odd to be on the opposite end of the spectrum. she doesn't think she likes it. no, no, she would prefer to not be the damsel in the distress in this situation, she much prefers to be hercules. ]

I would have defended those plants. And they turned on me.

[ talk about fucking traitors. ]

[bythehand]

Right. I'll note that, too. I promise.

[ "Don't fuck up my special shield" is a more effective risk-reducing method than "don't get disemboweled" with Finn. It's an ongoing growth process of self value. ]

Catch you around?

[bythehand]

[ In spite of himself and pretty much everything in general, Finn lets out a huff that's more amusement than urgency. It's a fleeting thing, but it happens.

Jyn bad-mouthing plants is better than Jyn dying from poison, so. He'll take it. He'll go in for it. ]

Yeah, it's despicable. [ Now he kinda misses Rose. ] Who knew flowers were so picky about who they like?

[ He's not gonna tote her too far along before stopping to scope out this dart situation. Just far enough to not be at risk of more darting. ]

[happiertimes]

I suppose you will, considering we are still out on a mission.

[evasives]

[it's a blanket warning, jim kirk!]

I am going to try to wedge you out. [he just has to be stronger than the dirt, which is not a phrase he thought he'd ever think. he ties the end of his rope to a different tree in case his grip slips, the rope won't sink down with jim.]

[he doesn't know if this works like sand, if just pulling the rope will pull jim out with it, but that's what trying is for! cassian starts to tug on it, wishing he had jyn's bonus upper body strength.]

Is it pulling you?

[evasives]

[he feels her hand on his jacket and knows its jyn without looking, though the sounds of pain she's making clue him in fast. he spares a second to glance behind him, and the sight of the vines curling around her neck spikes his adrenaline into overtime.]

[he cuts through the vines at his legs and cuts at himself a little in his hasty process, but it's definitely better to have bleeding legs than jyn with a bloody throat.]

[he scrambles for her immediately, and he grabs the vine with his bare hands. the thorns cut into his palm, but he loosens it enough to slice through it, freeing her neck. he comes very close to her skin in the process, but cassian is very well versed in necks and knives that he never came actually close to hurting her. it's almost instinct, how fast and quick and good he moves.]

[realists]

[ finn feels her. asshole plants. ]

They should hate you, subtle as a bantha, stomping through the forest.

[ whoops, she tries to take a step to help them along, even though finn is supporting her fine!, and it crumples beneath her, crushing her into him with another startled noise, clutching at him. what the fuck. ]

I'm not sure-- I don't think I can feel my leg.

[realists]

[ jyn sucks in a deep breath when cassian frees her, eyes watering. there are some close calls that are too close and this was one of them. still, her immediate concern is not with herself. ]

You're bleeding.

[evasives]

[too bad, because he's still too concerned with her! he is definitely bleeding though, in both the hand and leg. with his uninjured hand, he very briefly cups her cheek in relief when she speaks, because it means she can breathe.]

You were being strangled. [worth it, basically.]

[realists]

You're still bleeding, [ she counters. hers is past tense and she doesn't want to think about it, but he's still bleeding. against all urge to check him over right now, jyn heaves herself to her feet, pulling him with her. they need to get out of there. ]

I'm going to burn this forest to the ground.

[ she. is. sick of it. ]

[winscenario]

[ John the person is very friendly. Or maybe that's just Jim's biased perspective. John's always been one of the nicest and friendliest people he's met here, but that might have something to do with the fact that it's Jim he's interacting with. He's good with people he cares about— maybe not so much everyone else.

He quirks an eyebrow up at Finn, smile crooked. ]

You should know better than to say something like that. You're gonna jinx it, now.

[winscenario]

[ Jim nods, trying very hard to keep his breathing steady and stop himself from panicking. His grip on the rope is so tight that his knuckles have nearly turned white, but he's not even looking at the dirt. Ignoring the way it's pressing around his waist. ]

A little— not pulling, so much as pressing. [ He doesn't feel himself sinking any deeper, at least. ] Do you want me to try moving one foot?

[bythehand]

So next time I won't wear boots!

[ HE'S BEING BULLIED 2K18 neither friends nor strangers can let him live his unstealthy life.

More immediately relevant: wait what hold on that's? bad??? Luckily he knows how to function regardless of rising panic levels. ]

You'd be doing me a big favor if you got sure fast, Jyn. [ Come on brain think of things come on brain this is a bad situation that needs to be handled efficiently. ] Okay. Okay, we should get you down and get that thing out of your leg first. If there's something on it-- it's probably better not to leave it.

[ He sounds more like he's asking for corroboration and permission than anything else. Who has two thumbs and never got taught more than basic-ass first aid? This guy. The second this crossed over into her theoretically not being able to walk back to camp on her own, it flew out of his range of expertise. ]

[bythehand]

[ Finn's just weird about it because John's his commanding officer, so he has to run every official interaction through like 4 filters internally. He's slowly working on it. ]

How much can I jinx something that was probably already jinxed?

[winscenario]

[ Don't worry, Finn, you'll get there. John's not the worst stickler for formalities, at least. ]

Is that rhetorical or are you expecting me to do the math? [ He raises an eyebrow, chuckling. But, you know, considering people will be getting abducted all over the place by the time they're back in the city, Finn's probably jinxed it already. GOOD JOB BUDDY. ]

[bythehand]

[ Finn, when he gets back to the apartment and Poe has been MIA for days already: I BROUGHT THIS EVIL TO MY OWN FRONT DOORSTEP. ]

Don't worry, it's rhetorical. We can put a hold on crunching numbers unless we end up needing it later.

[ He feels like a very plant-based mission can't take all that much math. ]

[winscenario]

[ Followed him straight from the jungle. Next time he'll know better. ]

Duly noted. [ He chuckles. Math hopefully won't be necessary on this one. Having finished his helping of food, he wipes his hands on a cloth nearby. ]

Anyway, I think I'm gonna turn in for now. Get some rest while I can. [ Jyn's on first watch duty tonight, so Jim feels perfectly safe. He pats Finn's shoulder. ] You should think about doing the same.

[bythehand]

I will. Just gonna stay out a little longer.

[ Possibly to heckle Jyn for no good reason. Most of the people on this mission are sibling-shaped friends and they have solemn duties to uphold. ]

Sleep well.

[evasives]

[she's arguing with him, which is probably another sign she is fine, alongside the way she pulls them both up to their feet; it doesn't stop him from taking a moment to brush his fingers lightly over her neck, pushing hair out of the way to make sure the cuts on her skin aren't deep enough to be a concern.]

So are you. [counter argument!! then he sighs with relief.] But they are superficial wounds.

[he finally glances at his hand, but mostly ignores it because yeah!! they do have to move!! at least away from this area.] Preferably wait until we are out of it.

[evasives]

[apart from getting jim out, making sure he stays as calm as possible is just as important. a panicking jim is not helpful.]

Just the rope pulling you. I need the rope to be stronger than the pull of the dirt. [he tugs more, trying to wedge jim out higher. he stopped sinking, from the look of it. progress.] Yes, just one foot. Tilt it sideways first, to test which way the pressure from the dirt comes from as you do it. If we can walk you to the edge first, it will be easier to pull you out.

[winscenario]

[ Funnily enough, he can't remember if he's ever gotten trapped in quicksand before. He's visited a lot of planets so he must have, right? Turns out trying to think back on it doesn't actually help keep himself calm. He can feel a lump in his throat that he can't swallow around, and his stomach twists unpleasantly.

He nods at Cassian's instruction wordlessly. Having something to do is actually better than just standing there, sinking deeper into the dirt while thinking back to other times he nearly got buried alive. Slowly, and still holding onto the rope, he tilts his foot and leg sideways, then tries to move it forward in a testing step. ]

From the left, and back. Eight o'clock, give or take. [ Unsure if Cassian's familiar with that code, Jim points to where he can feel the pressure coming from. ]

[realists]

Hmphf.

[ jyn's noise is of displeasure as she reaches out to take his hand, squeezing it tightly as they start to move. she is applying pressure to the wounds! ]

Keep hurting your hands and you'll have more scars than I have.

[ and jyn has some self-conscious feels about her hands that are no longer soft, rough and mangled from a lifetime like hers and prison labor to boot. cassian has scars and his hands are rough and worn from hard work, but they're beautiful. she doesn't want them to look like hers. ]

[realists]

[ they should not get that thing out because the last thing you do with a stab wound is take out the knife, this is what saw taught her in first aid. but then again, clearly this is some sort of poison and should not be in her any longer so they're gonna have to.

this is the worst? ]

You're right. But we need something to hold pressure on it after we take it out.

[ she doesn't want to bleed to death ok ok ok ]