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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.

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Being lassoed into this likely went easier on Jim than he expected. Except Jim might've realized that the entire reason he didn't argue as much was cause he'd rather risk his life and follow Jim into danger than let him go without someone to patch him back up. Which was part of why he was working to get what medical supplies he'd need for a mission like this.

Going over the list one more time, he glanced over at his young 'apprentice' and handed him the list. "Could'ja check this one more time for me, Yuuri? Sometimes I miss things without someone to look over it the second time." Usually he did the process in reverse. Someone else checked then he did, but since the younger was just learnin', he didn't want him to feel that kind of pressure.

"You feelin' up to this? Don't know what's gonna be out there." Granted the doctor felt that Yuuri was pickin' things up real fast, even if he knew he'd been taught before he'd picked up again here in Riverview.

I ▹ CAMPING

[ A long trip requires some rest, especially if they want to keep everyone alert for the dangers and make sure their mission will be a successful one. To add to that, they'll gain nothing by walking around in the dark of the night, as they might just end up getting lost, tripping up and getting injured, or getting ambushed by some creature out of the blue. So when the sun sets and it starts getting too dark, that's when they start looking around for a place to camp.

For ease's sake, a lot of times they stay somewhere near the river, so they can use the water for a myriad of things. If there's some rock formation where they can take shelter from the cold or (should it happen) the rain, they'll set up near it too. Jim makes sure everything and everyone's alright, that someone's keeping watch too, and that they have enough food for everyone before he actually takes care of himself.

Between taking his clothes off to wash at least some of them and take a dip himself in the river, studying the maps and any information he has, and helping with preparations for dinner, he can be found just about anywhere. If anyone needs help with anything he'll promptly offer, and later at night, he might be the one taking a lookout shift while everyone else sleeps, or he may not be able to sleep so keeping whoever's on watch company seems like a good way to pass the time. ]

II ▹ MONSTERS

[ It was bound to happen, eventually. Jim at least is familiar with sightings by now, as he spends a lot of his time out here during his shifts, but head-on confrontations still aren't his favorite thing.

Maybe it's just some smaller animal, but still aggressive. Maybe someone else is in trouble so he'll jump in to help them, putting himself between them and the creature if need be. It'll likely get him a little banged up but nothing he can't survive. Or maybe he's the one in a bit of trouble and needing a hand to fight off some large creature that's a little more than he can handle on his own.

Or you might catch him in the aftermath, trying to wash off some cut or scrape and doing his best to do a quick patch-up job before they actually can stop and he can get Bones to take a better look at it. ]

III ▹ WILDCARD!

[ Anything else you'd like to do? Go for it! ]

You know, in the realm of probabilities, Scott was kicking absolute ass. It's just that probabilities mean nothing's ever 100%, including his ability to dodge some monster limbs. It had something with a bit of claw to it, at least that might explain the whole bleeding scalp he's staggering around with.

"You got a bandaid or something?" The whole nonchalant act would probably work a bit better if he didn't look about ready to keel over.

[It was definitely not a smaller animal this time. Though, yeah, that tiny little broken branch snap thing had been pretty deceptive. What actually comes around the stand of trees was, well, you know, roughly the size of Luis's van. And just about as ugly.

This is the perfect time for a Heroic One Liner.

Really. It's perfect. Just a great opportunity for a real, snazzy hero style zinger.

Nope. He's got nothin'.]

...well, shit.

Of all the.. why in the world do these guys keep getting hurt? He had half a mind to ask Yuuri to help the guy since the injury wasn't severe, but that would not be very doctorly of him. Instead, he rolled his eyes with a sigh and opened up his med kit. "Sit down. Bandaid, he says."

Letting out a sigh, he pulled out a device from his own medical kit that is a dermal regenerator before setting it to the side in favor of cleaning the wound first. Who knew was was on those damn things claws. "Gettin' tired out there, champ?" He chose to think that was the issue over a possible concussion, not that it stopped him from using his tricorder, waving the wand over the man's head, his eyes on the readouts in his hand.

Scott would like to characterize how he got injured as 'heroic badassery', if you must know. Even though an objective witness would probably put it somewhere more in the 'forgetting to duck' category. Eh, same difference.

"What? not like I lost an eye or anything." Or, clearly, had any significant injuries to his ability to speak and share his wit with the world. That'd be a real tragedy!

"Tired? Me? Heck no. I'm a one man asskicking machine." Who is just, uh, gonna sit here for a bit. And give that whole wand thing being waved over his head a fishy eye. "Abracadabra!" hahahaah he kills himself with his wit.

"Cause that's how all us doctors gauge an injury. If a guy lost an eye or not." He scoffed those words in dry humor as he ignored for the most part, the man's antics. It was obvious, at least to him, that he used a lot of the joking and bravado to cover what was really going on underneath it.

Once he got a clear reading that there was no concussion and only possible bruising going to happen, he started to clean the wound. "If I was gonna be doin' any magic tricks, I'd be makin' you actually funny so you'd quit embarrassin' yourself." Smirking just a little, he kept his touch surprisingly gentle for the words he was sayin'.

"At least it's not a concussion. I'll have to seal up the wound and try to treat it to keep it from swelling up with the bruising."

i. camping

[ Camping outside the quarantine was just about as entertaining as it had been on her mission to Oros - just as shitty, but at least there was running water to wash up in every once in a while unlike on a desert planet. In general, this part of things was always a recipe to make Re-L utterly annoyed about one neurosis or another, though mostly it's an issue with washing up, with her. Or getting out of the rain, if that's the current mission at hand. At least while they're moving she's too preoccupied with watching for clues or making sure nothing is going to attack to find anything to whinge about.

Any time there is a body of water nearby it's safe to say that she'll be the first to bolt over to make sure she's washed up, offering up a rare chance to catch her without her make-up on and as scantily clad as she could bear to be with the temperature at the time. There's no shame in her for showing skin (how could she, really, as engineered as she was?) - though the prospect of washing clothing seems to give her more than a moment's worth of irritation. Of course, everything still gets washed and hung to dry, as they should, just as she's dressed and make-up reapplied shortly after her expeditions to bathe.

Nights where she can't sleep but isn't on watch are spent just outside of her tent observing stars - the shine of those still hasn't worn off yet, for a girl that had never sen clear blue sky before the year she'd turned 19. Otherwise, her evening free time is spent tucked away in her tent as snugly as she could be reviewing her notes for the day. Come pester her as wanted/needed of course. ]

ii. encounters of the monstrous kind

[ Of course any outside exploration is going to have to have a few little hang ups. The variety of animals outside of the quarantine's walls don't necessarily spook her, and in true Re-L fashion their first spotting doesn't seem to move her in any way, shape or form. That's not saying much for a girl who's been trained in the art of the blank expression, but there's a certain care taken in watching every animal that they pass by to make sure it's not going to try anything funny.

Smaller animals she meets with a general disinterest and the quick discharge of a pistol, pausing a moment to make sure the animal is officially and truly dead before tucking the weapon away and moving on. The larger beasts, though - they're a different story. More often than not she'll opt to stay away and not engage. After all, animals the size of vehicles are more likely to be pissed off instead of dead from being shot the first time. If it comes down to it though, there's always two consecutive rounds of a shotgun to state where she is and what the threat is - or was.

Any mishaps are met with a plethora of explanations of shit! before she moves to take care of them - a wrapping around her small ankle after a tripping incident whilst on the run, or a field bandage of a cut from some sort of savage bramble or not-quite dodged animal. ]

iii. note taking

[ Re-L's most important job, in all of this adventuring up the delta and camping, is what it's always been - looking for anything out of the ordinary, any clues as to where these scientists may be. It's not unusual to see her break off from the group to inspect something that seems out of place, or a notebook quickly drawn out to make note of some thought or another toward where they might find their missing targets.

In the low light of the setting sun she's found herself distracted away from camp by the glint of something in the base of tall bushes and weeds, picking her way through the flora with a degree of caution and a pistol drawn in case this ends up being a predator ploy.

- Instead, she happens on some kind of metal instrument, turning it over in her hands where she found it, reeds nearly six feet tall, tall enough to obscure most of her silhouette in the falling light.]

What the hell is this doing here?

iv. choose your own adventure

If there's a prompt you'd like to go with that I've missed, throw one at me!

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[ It would also be the perfect time for a Heroic Trap or a Heroic Escape. Alas, they don't have that option, because that ugly, massive beast would just follow them and then the rest of the group would be in danger too.

Jim could use that one liner right now, though. Seriously Scott what are you good for. ]

Oh, good. Was wondering when we were gonna have some fun.

[ He's kidding, this is not fun. It's the opposite of fun. And he doesn't have a plan yet, so first thing he does is take off running, trying to round the animal so he can guide it farther away from the rest of the group. ]

( 1 ) ✤ trek + camp;

[ a relic from the 40s, or not, it soon becomes clear that this is hardly the first time peggy carter had taken part of this manner of an expedition. It may take a moment for those who know her to recognize her as the curls and the heels are gone. the red lipstick and the sharp attitude are still in place, however.

sharpness aside, she would occasionally offer anyone who walks near a drink out of her bottle of water, not without a courteous nod. just try to shield her during the rain, however! any manner of offer of blankets or sympathy would be answered with a glare that would soon make it clear, this is not a woman that needs to be coddled.

and mind you, if you come upon her while she's disrobing for a quick bath, you'd get a huff and a very proper turn your back for a moment, would you? ]

( 2 ) ✤ nighttime;

[ she always volunteers for more than one watch.

a restless sleeper, she might yet join the one in charge of the night watch, even if it is not required of her, tossing a teabag into the little pot of boiling water over the small fire. ]

All quiet.

( 3 ) ✤ monsters;

[ why she's here would become clear if they stumble across one of the beasts ( she so stubbornly refuses to call them monsters ). an attack would result in a quick reaction, a roll on a ground, kicks and hits that are nearly ferocious in nature.

it would always end in the same manner, whether she's standing or on the ground, there would be a bullet or two between the eyes and a skeptical: ]

Think it would be good for dinner at all?

( 4 ) ✤ wildcard;

[ anything else? ]

Not for the first time, Yuuri was relieved that Jim and Dr. McCoy had taken his explanation so well. After learning under Dr. McCoy for a couple months in the Eluvio, Yuuri would've hated finding someone else to teach him, even if he would've done it eventually, and grudgingly.

Yuuri took the list from him, shaking his head. "I'm a little nervous" Okay, he was actually a lot nervous. "But this is a good way to see where I'm at, right?" He folded and unfolded the list in his hands absently, the action betraying just how worried he actually was. "I just...don't want to be stuck inside the city forever. That means I need to get used to going out on missions."

[It's just as well that Yuuri finds Jim after the scuffle's over, considering how useless he'd be just standing off to the side. There's a glint of something metallic floating behind Yuuri for a second before it vanishes.]

Jim! I heard fighting from this direction. [He clutches at his first aid kid, eyes darting around the area nervously as if looking for more of the monsters, before he finally spots the blood.] Oh--you're hurt!

[Volunteering for a part of the night watch had been a no-brainer in a way that many other things weren't. He has a limited skill set compared to the others on the mission, for one, and with this, Yuuri feels like he's actually helping. Besides, with his anxiety nagging at his thoughts, it's unlikely that he'll get that much rest anyway. It's better for those actually in charge of the group's safety to get a good sleep.

Yuuri looks up, surprised, when Peggy joins him by the fire.]

All quiet. [He agrees, glancing toward the edge of their camp, where a sword pokemon's floating quietly, ready to sound an alarm if it notices anything strange.] You couldn't sleep?

[When he spots Re-L heading away from camp on her own, apparently having seen something, Yuuri hesitates for a second or two before he follows after her. Though he's still wary of their surroundings, almost expecting monsters to jump out at them at any minute, Yuuri's still curious enough about the abandoned area to seize opportunities like this to have a look around.

He frowns when the reeds make it difficult to see anything, though, and turns toward the sound of her voice.]

Re-L? Did you find something?

Shai's always held a soft spot in her heart for doctors and the medically inclined. She's mostly dealt with regenerists back home, but the presence of a competent sawbones is always welcome, and Jim had spoken quite highly of the man at their first encounter. That she hasn't had cause to speak with him yet is a damned tragedy, one she intends to rectify. During a moment of downtime at the camp, she approaches him to that end, a bowl of something hot between her hands that she fully and clearly intends to foist on him.

"Evening, Doctor. You a mind for a moment's company?"

[She's spent most of her young life in the comfort of a well-kept home in Eyteri, and most of her adult life aboard a ship. Tromping through the bush is unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome - she takes to it well and there's not a word of complaint. She's an efficient member of the team, and she works well enough alongside Jim, though she takes care not to encroach upon his authority. It's not a matter of rank but one of respect; she likes the man, and she honestly functions better as an SiC to a competent officer than the commanding officer herself.

It's late evening, they've settled in for the night and it's only just starting to rain. Too late to pull up their tents and jockey for position elsewhere, she just makes the executive decision to put a crackling dome of crisply blue energy over the camp. It's small enough it doesn't take much energy for her to maintain, and she ends it about a foot off the ground to allow oxygen transference. If anyone touches it, it will melt away under their touch in a roughly door-shaped gap to allow them through.

She gives Jim a sort of 'what can you do' shrug.]

Lovely weather we're having.

After a few monster attacks, Leonard had taken the time to go through the supplies they'd brought along to keep up a good count. Being careful and aware of what was on hand was key on missions like this. They didn't know how long they would be out there and he didn't know how the missing scientists would be condition wise when they found them. He marked down his count only to pause as he heard someone coming to his little corner of the camp.

Lifting his head, he politely stood the instant he realized it was a lady. Old habits die hard, of course. His ma raised him right, and he'd live by that. "Ma'am." He tipped his head to her then smiled a little, ducking his head. "I wouldn't mind at all, though I can't vouch for comfort. But I might have something for you to make yourself comfortable on." Which had him instantly putting his manifest away so he could look for something for her to sit on that was more comfortable.

[She doesn't know the girl, but Shai has cause to trust Jim's judgement, and if he wanted her along she'll cop to the assumption she knows her business. Still, she contents herself with an introduction and a few professional nods.

Until she's headed back from a dip in a nearby stream and she passes her by. A warning's well in order, then, and she slows and then stops, lifting a hand to get the girl's attention.]

Might want to avoid that watering hole.

[She says it cheerfully enough, pointing back the way she'd come.]

Had a spot of trouble with the monsters, one of them had the discourtesy to bleed right into the damn water. Dragged the corpse out, but it's still a bit murky. There's a better place upstream.

Hazel eyes lowered to the younger man's hands as they fidgeted with the paper like that. Boy looked nervous as hell and needed a little bit of comfort. He just wasn't sure how he should go about that. Where it was easy to get to know the guy again, he didn't want to make any assumptions.

"Look, it's only natural for people feel nervous. Hell, I know I feel that way every time I go out on somethin' like this." Even more so because he knew Jim would play the big damn hero and get himself hurt. "I remind myself that I have a bigger job to focus on. People rely on me to put 'em back together when they go to far or stretch themsevles too thin. Just remember, bein' brave's got nothin' to do with bein' fearless and everything to do with what you do in spite of bein' afraid."

Offering him a small smile, he reached out and lightly squeezed his shoulder. "It'll get better. Promise. But for starters, distractin' yourself helps."

That's adorable. His manners and his attitude both garner an instantly genuine smile, and she shakes her head quite firmly. "If my prerogative was comfort, I reckon I'd've stayed in the city proper." Her accent is a strange thing, some odd, elegant mix of Earth-Australian and South African. She's from neither of those places, of course, given that she's a bonafide alien, but #scifitropes.

"Here," she says as she holds out the bowl for him to take. "Noticed we missed you at dinner. Best keep your strength up."

She's not the most nurturing person by nature - no mother-hen, she - but there are certain gestures that she's carried over from Janirak, expressions of regard or care that fight their way to her playboy surface once in a while. Food is almost its own language to her people, and sharing it is still important to her.

I. Around the campfire

[Sheltered as he might be, Yuuri's well aware that camping's not at all fun and games--he'd gotten a taste of that back in the other universe. Still, he does his best to adapt with as little complaining as possible, so that he doesn't burden the others. When dinner time rolls around, Yuuri takes over and digs through the supplies that he'd brought along in preparation.]

I have some trail bars and...um, mystery meat. [Yuuri bites his lip as he glances at the skewers cooking on the fire. He's added some seasoning to the meat skewers to make them more palatable, but considering it's probably from some monster they killed earlier in the day--best not to think too hard about it.]

II. Rough Terrain

[It's a relief when Yuuri realizes that he's not lagging behind the group, even when they hit the rockier parts of the path they're following. Silently, he thanks his past self for deciding to stick with his rigorous training schedule and keeping himself at a certain level of fitness.

When someone else stumbles near him, Yuuri reaches out to steady them with one hand before he can even think about it.]

Are you okay? [Though there's concern in his voice, his expression's a bit strange--if only because he's so unused to helping someone else out in a situation like this.]

III. Wildcard

[Let me know if there's anything else!]

[ A bit of a night owl herself, Re-L finds herself awake when most of the others had retire to their tents or other shelters for the night, mostly taking a look at the stars. After all, she'd talked to Gladio about trying to find something that looked familiar - and truthfully, trying to find something that looked like what she'd seen in books seemed near on impossible with a sky so full of different stars and glittering things. So it looked like she'd have a whole lot of nothing to report back to him, but it was something, right?

Either way, she's wandered far enough to grab some water to drink before making her way back, catching sight of Jim on the way. There's a part of her that hesitates to stop and talking, liking the idea of being by her lonesome for the moment, but she also can't help but to be curious - ]

Do you see anything familiar, star wise, out here?

Straightening up, he reached back to rub the back of his neck as he huffed a small laugh. "I s'pose that's true. Can't help but wish I could do more to help out." A lot about him was softer when he talked to girls. Not that he felt girls needed any help or the like. No, just an extra courtesy and show of respect that his mom beat into him for years.

Pausing in his movements, he let his eyes move to the bowl only to smile as he reached out to take it. "Guess I lost track of time. I try to keep a good handle on things like supplies. I don't like being caught by surprise."

Motioning with one hand to have a seat, he sank down onto the ground beside his supplies. "I didn't catch your name. Sorry for my lapse in manners. You might've already heard my name, but I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy."

[ It's probably not her smartest idea, heading out without asking someone to cover her back, but that was just.. how she'd always operated. Granted, she'd had Iggy along with her, too, up until a few months ago. Once her curiosity is at it's peek, though.. well there's no stopping her. Tall reeds, possibility of monsters or not, she's definitely going looking for what it was that's glinting in tall reeds.

There's no guarantee it's any kind of clue toward who they were looking for, considering that so many expeditions had gone out here before them, but there's nothing that didn't deserve turning over for clues. For a moment she frowns, lifting her head a little to see where, exactly, Yuuri is. She can't see him, but if she gauges properly where he is -

Reeds are swept out of the way in the direction she thinks he is, then raising her arm in hopes it would help him reach her. ]

I'm not sure. It's something, but with all the people that could have been out here on expeditions before.. there's no guarantees. Come take a look.

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