ENDGAME ALL GROUPS: WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR

[grimgrinningghosts]

[An ominous door has appeared in the starry skies above The Other Side. It’s not at all what Group 3 expected to happen when touching the symbol - and yet, something about it doesn’t surprise you.

Should you leave with Rod and/or Walt and Mickey, you’ll find them here. All the facts will start coming together, and only one name comes to mind: Hades.

But..you have each other. You stand here, ready for any and all eventualities. Even in the face of the demise or everything.

Welcome to your final test, Foolish Mortals. Keep your head up.]

(ooc: Welcome to the end of the world! There’ll be no mod tag-ins/plot advancement for about an hour (12:05 EST), to allow everyone to reunite and regroup.)

Comments

[hasit]

[She feels the pen hit her hand, her fingers curling around it tight as she brings her hand into her chest like you might a baseball. Her eyes go wide with the light of that fireball, and then she's being knocked out of the way by something very solid and very heavy, and the air goes out of her lungs. As soon as her vision clears, though, she's turning, twisting wildly in his arms.]

Stan? Stan! Please say something. [Please tell me you're alright.

The pain in her wrist almost doesn't register.]

[stanbyme]

[He's winded from the way he hit the ground ribs first to keep his whole weight from landing on her. His glasses are askew, and for a second he just lays there, still holding her until his grip slacks so she can twist out of his arms.

He sucks in a gasp and coughs painfully. But for her concern he manages a smile, smoothing a tendril of hair out of her face.]

You alright, Starshine?

[hasit]

[She relaxes immediately, seeing him living, breathing, and she nods, but her eyes aren't on him, they're on the shadow over his shoulder. She shifts to prop herself up on her left hand, the pen still clutched tight in her fingers; the right extends along with her blaster to take out the thing advancing on Stan, and then she's wincing and letting out a cry of pain as white-hot lightning shoots up her left wrist.]

Fine, I'm fine. Think my damn wrist might be broken, though.

[stanbyme]

Shit!

[That gets him back up, even with a wince and a groan. He turns just enough to punch back the shadow behind him before his attention is back on her.]

Don't- don't move it, hold on. I didn't mean to hurt ya.

[He's gonna just. Take off his tie.]

You got anything hard like a stick or a knife with a sheath? Or-

[He looks at the pen.]

...Well that'd be one way to keep it handy.

[hasit]

It's okay. [She winces, sitting up.] It's not your fault, Stan.

[She watches him take off his tie, a little dumbfounded; truth be told she was just going to let it be until the battle's over or she dies, whichever comes first, but he's actually going to splint her wrist.

She nods down at the pen.]

That'll do. Just— [Another blaster bolt goes off over Stan's shoulder.] Make it quick, honey.

[stanbyme]

[He takes the pen and helps her sit up so she can hold the shadows off with her blaster while he does this.]

Watch my back for me while I get this tied up, would you?

[He asks with a grin. He picks up her wrist very gingerly, trying to feel where it's broken or if it's going to need to be pushed back into place.]

This is gonna hurt, sweetheart, try not to shoot me.

[With that, he makes the adjustment to get her wrist in place and then holds the Pen to it to steady the break while he very delicately wraps his tie around the break both above and below.]

There. We can get it checked out better later. Wait no-

[Then he kisses her wrist.]

There. Now we're good.

[hasit]

I've always got your back.

[She demonstrates this by picking off shadows that are even a little further away. Might as well stay proactive while she's down. Swallowing heavily, she nods, and to her credit she stifles all but the smallest whimper of pain as he wraps up her wrist. If nothing else, this keeps the pen safe, and hidden in plain sight.

His lips on her wrist have her smiling.]

You'd make a great nurse, hon. Help me up, would you?

[stanbyme]

I ain't got the bedside manner to be a nurse.

[He gets to his feet, stumbling a little and holding his ribs with a hiss of pain. But then he's steady again, and he reaches for her good hand to help her to her feet.]

[hasit]

We'll work on it.

[She watches him with only a little worry, but once he's holding out his hand she'll take it. Back into the fray, broken wrist and all. They've got work to do.]

[folkscallmewander]

[There's a small orange alien running your way carrying a medical kit if you need to call him over.]

[hasit]

You! [tiny orange...spoon cat.] Wander? Do you have...

[She holds up her wrist, crouching down to show him.]

Stan bandaged it as best he could, but it could use a little reinforcing.

[folkscallmewander]

[He screeches to a halt, stumbles as he changes direction, and slides up to Leia.]

Got it. Where's it twisted?

[Good she's not bleeding no flaming swords anymore.]

[hasit]

Broken, not twisted. It's got a splint in it.

[She conveniently doesn't mention that the pen is the thing keeping her wrist straight.]

Can you spare some extra bandages?

[folkscallmewander]

Yeah. [He's nearly out of breath from running and panicking, but bandages he can easily give. There's half a roll left after tending to Marco.]

Does it hurt bad?

[hasit]

[She shrugs, taking the roll of bandages and starting to reinforce the wrappings around her wrist.]

I've had worse. [A pause.] Thank you for helping Marco. That boy can't keep his limbs on to safe his life.

[folkscallmewander]

It's nothin'. I couldn't stand by and not help.

[Seeing that she can handle this on her own, he shuts the kit.]

I don't want anyone else to die.

[hasit]

We won't let that happen. Not with folks like you helping out.

[She finishes off wrapping up her wrist, tucks the bandage under with practiced fingers, and gives Wander a nod as she stands.]

May the Force be with you.