( closed ) lost research

[winscenario]

who: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Peggy Carter, Re-L Mayer, Shai Ebbisaryn, Sans, Dick Grayson, Scott Lang, Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov
what: a rescue mission
when: from May 15th through to the end of the month
where: abandoned area, along the river, the delta and the waterfalls; between the first and second walls
warnings: monster attacks, probably some injuries/blood, don't expect anything more than that; add any needed warnings on your own threads as needed, please!


Despite the risks, most of the journey was a fairly quiet one. A lot of hours walking, making their way along the riverside, trekking through the woods and across small clearings. When the sun set they'd set up camp somewhere, and as soon as it rose they got back to their feet and out towards the Delta underneath the waterfalls.

Jim made sure they had all they needed; maps, compasses, whatever devices that could help them navigate the terrain. As far as supplies went, they had plenty of covers and extra clothes to make sure they didn't suffer through the colder nights, but there were no luxuries out here. If it rained, they'd be mostly unprotected, and they could only shower and wash their clothes so long as they had the time and access to the stream of the river. There was plenty of food, hopefully enough to last them the round trip, but they also had a myriad of tools and weaponry needed for any hunting and scavenging so they didn't always have to consume from the food they'd brought along for the trip.

The creatures living out here were another concern, and on a journey this long, they were bound to run into something sooner or later. They should be packing enough weaponry to keep the team safe and everyone in one piece, though.

Hopefully, it would be worth it. Jim didn't even care if they didn't get their hands on any of that research— all he cared about was that there were people possibly lost and in danger out there, and he wanted to try and save them.

[ ooc: this is a mingle log, so everyone feel free to write up your own top levels and/or tag around as much as you like! ]

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[realimperfect]

"One would think if you're trying to out run a large animal with a long gait that you would be a conditioned runner." There's a quirk of her eyebrow that has probably been thrown her way more than once or twice when she's done something that someone didn't really approve of. (Hint : she's seen this expression a lot. It came with being a strong willed child.) Still, she's at least grateful that she's not going to have to go and retrieve Bones to piece him back together at the moment, hooking her rifle back in to its holster at her thigh for the moment.

"The what?" Remember, Jim, she comes from a place where there's not a lot to reference so far as old pop culture. She doesn't seem to believe him when he says it'll be fine, that he's fine, blue eyes staring at him hard as her brows crease in the middle for the moment. If she gets frown lines from this, Jim -

"Still. Catch your breath. I'm not sure I can drag you back the entire way even if I had to." This entire adventure has been a little much, if she's honest, and she could stand with a little break too. She scans the tall grasses around them, tucking a stray black hair behind her ear as the breeze ruffles it. "It's a shame.. It's peaceful, out here, but full of entirely too many things that would want you dead."

[winscenario]

"I'm used to running. There's a bit of that involved, when I land myself into dangerous situations." Never mind that captains aren't supposed to take part in away missions unless absolutely necessary. Jim would die of boredom if he were to do nothing but sit on his chair for five damn years straight, that's for sure.

"Old movie. You probably never heard of it. Anyway, I'm not too old, that's the point." So don't dare joke like he's ancient or whatever. He'll challenge you for a marathon and make sure he wins, out of pure stubbornness if nothing else.

"You won't have to drag me back, I'm just fine," he huffs, rolling his eyes a hint. He opens his jacket, though, letting some of the breeze cool him down. His skin is still hot and he feels a bit of sweat form, now that he's stopped running and moving around and has settled down some. "Yeah. I wouldn't advise building a cabin out here."

[realimperfect]

"Sounds like a problem you should self-address." It seemed to be a bit too much of a habit if there's a need for one of those glances between him and Bones before he goes off. She's not blind enough to not see all of that mess, Jim, and read a little bit between the lines from what she's learned of them over time.

"Not too old? Are you sure about that?" Keep in mind you're talking to a girl barely out of her teens, Jim. By something like a couple of months at this point. He and Bones were, if not nearly, a definite decade older than her. Either way she's not much of a runner herself, but tends to hold at least a slight advantage due to that pesky proxy clone thing.

"Wouldn't be bad if you could make a compound out of it." This is just idle talk - she definitely has no plans for it. "Walls and a bit of a defense system to ward off the smaller bits. Wouldn't keep anyone completely safe, but safe enough to not feel too threatened, I would think."

- Though, wait - "I still wouldn't trade my apartment for it."

[winscenario]

"Never said it was a problem." Yeah, fat chance of Jim avoiding dangerous situations. Either way, Bones is just a fussy mother hen sometimes, and prone to overreacting too. Granted, Jim's tendencies don't help a whole lot, but really, he's not as bad as Bones likely would make it sound. (Well, not anymore, at least.)

"Pretty sure. Shut up, kid," he swats lightly at her leg, huffing. If she's gonna call him old, then you bet your ass he will call her a child. A decade makes him older than her, but it certainly does not make him old.

He nods vaguely, looking around them for a moment. "The abandoned city would work better for that. Anyway," he says while getting to his feet and dusting himself off some. "Come on. Let's go find Bones and head to the camp. We gotta get out of here."

[realimperfect]

"Not for you, at least, right?" There's a little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips before she turns away, both in an effort to gather herself some and considering she didn't want to be sunk up on... She's got nothing to base her assumptions on Jim previous to Riverview on other than Bones' stories, but considering how she'd seen him react to her arm.. She'd believe Jim about Bones being fussy.

(Granted, he'd have a right to, with her, considering how quickly her body had already begun to heal that little issue by the time she reached him.)

"Right. Kid." She wants to make some other quip, but she knew she deserved that one for the old comment. "At least you aren't almost literal dust yet."

"True. It's not that bad out there, either." At least all the time she's been out there and exploring or doing some kind of stealth games to keep herself sharp, she'd barely had to worry about much in the way of monsters. Maybe they'd gotten used to her or.. just knew she'd definitely be the first to shoot at them. "Fine by me. If you need me to I can carry one of our additions. With your shoulder."

Granted, she could've offered earlier, but...

Nah.

[winscenario]

It's partly Bones being fussy, partly Jim not being careful enough. He's always had terrible self-preservation instincts, particularly when someone else's safety is at stake. Always seems like the easiest and most logical choice to make, to leap into danger himself so he can avoid someone else getting hurt.

Bones has mellowed out over the years too, though. Or just gotten more used to it.

"I've got a few decades before that happens," he rolls his eyes, starting down the way they came from. "We'll see how I feel later on. It's not hurting that bad just yet, and we don't even know how much we'll have to carry." And they do have the rover with them, so they may as well use it too.

[realimperfect]

"Probably near on a century if your medicine is anything like that tricorder Bones has." And, after all, they'd managed to keep Donov Mayer alive for a hell of a long time after he probably should've been gone with the medicine in Romdeau Dome. "IF Daedalus could keep my grandfather alive for as long as he did it won't be a stretch for Bones I don't think." If they could manage it, she's sure Bones could if he really wanted to. Re-L watches her feet for a moment as she steps through a few denser bits of grass, not wanting to trip on fauna caught around the front of her shoes or something equally as stupid.

That'd be a hell of a way to end a mission - face planting in grass.

"Well, you've still got a good bit of adrenaline going too, I would think." That tended to happen with a high paced chase and all of that lot. Or she's just under estimating how tough Jim is in these situations, considering they'd never been on a mission like this previously. "Also possible we'll come back and they both may have come around. We'll see."

At least they hadn't had to go too entirely far to rid themselves of their large friend. Getting too far away from the rest out here wouldn't due either.

[winscenario]

"Yeah, maybe so," he agrees, even if he doesn't think he'll be lucky enough to escape every dangerous situation he lands himself in forever. Sooner or later, it'll get the best of him. But he doesn't dwell on that much— it's not important how long he lives, but how well he lives, and so far? So good.

He follows close to her, just as careful about where he puts his feet while looking ahead to know where they're going. It would be pretty hilarious if she were to trip and fall face first on the grass right now, though. He certainly wouldn't hold back from laughing his lungs out. No better way to end a mission, in his opinion.

"I can track Bones's location," he lifts up his comm device, Bones's signal pinging on it, and he follows in that direction. It's fairly quiet now, so he thinks (hopes) they won't have any unpleasant surprises, neither before nor after they make it back to the doctor and his patients.

[realimperfect]

"Just be careful you don't end up a bag of dust in a wheelchair." She'd seen that happen, in her grandfather, but doesn't bother to explain past that. No need to go in to the details of life before the Quarantine when they're trying to get back to Bones and finish up a mission. Right now she wanted to try and keep their eyes on the prize, little eager for a hot shower in her new apartment or just... not sleeping rough for the first time in what felt like forever. Hell, even sleeping in the rabbit would rank over tents for Re-L, but then again, she's used to much more plush accommodations.

Thankfully for Re-L's dignity there's only a minor tripping incident, which she manages to sort of.. stumble out of, but then definitely dos not bring up, either. She's usually much more in control despite how gangly she can appear, but the frown on her face says she's doing all the mental berating she possibly can at the moment -

"Good. Now let's hope we don't run in to that beast's partner in crime or something on the way back..." She sees nothing on the horizon, but that, in this forest, doesn't mean a damn thing.

"Bones is still where he should be, I assume?"

[winscenario]

Delightful mental image, really. Jim just spares her a raised eyebrow but lets their little sibling-like bickering end there. He's just as eager to go back to the Quarantine, particularly now that they've found part of the team of scientists, and are sure to find any others still possibly alive once they make it back to their campsite. With them and whatever research they manage to get their hands on, they'll have completed the mission, and can go back knowing they've managed to achieve their goal.

"It's probably a lone creature, or else we'd have crossed paths with another one by now," Jim says, with a degree of hope. The last thing they need is a whole herd of them right now. "Yeah, it looks like it. Should be a few more meters, but we should be able to spot the boulder in a few minutes." Until then, though, he'll keep looking at the tracker, his pace careful as he follows the ping.