02 March 2007 @ 03:05 am

Yuna and Lucy, Djose Temple.


Another Morning After

Millitimed to last weekend.]
01 March 2007 @ 01:20 am
[Triageplot OOM: Millitimed to last Saturday night. Sophie talks to some Spirans.]
25 February 2007 @ 09:53 pm
[OOM, millitimed to last night: In Spira, Gavroche does what he can.]
25 February 2007 @ 07:45 pm
[Who helps the helpers?]
Current Music: Andrew Bird - MX Missiles
25 February 2007 @ 03:06 am
[OOM: Healing in Yuna's world: blood, burns, and a guest appearance by someone blue and furry.]

When Lan comes through the door, he's not stalking behind Nynaeve or Moiraine for once.

Instead, he's supporting one of them with each arm, walking slowly and letting them lean heavily on him. One gets the impression that if it were only one of them, he'd be carrying her in spite of stubbornness and dignity; as it is, he's supporting most of the weight of both exhausted Aes Sedai anyway.

But watching the room with even sharper scrutiny than usual, with both of them weakened so.
25 February 2007 @ 12:37 am
A few minutes ago, Simon Tam stumbled back into Milliways from Yuna's world, along with the others who'd volunteered to help. He's still wearing the clothes the Bar provided, the better to blend in there.

It's been a very long night.
24 February 2007 @ 09:05 pm
When Yuna leaves the bar, she's not alone.

But when the people she takes along come back, after passing almost twelve hours on the other side, she's not with them. There's just enough time for a little sleep before she hits the road again.

[This serves as the return post for people involved in the triage plot, and as the official marker--OOMs of the night in Spira can be posted at any time now.]
24 February 2007 @ 06:37 pm
[OOM: A Long Night - Elrond answers Spira's need for healers, and enters in disguise. His skill is great in healing, but against some things, even a stubborn Elf Lord must concede. Warnings for some mentions of death and illness.]
24 February 2007 @ 04:06 pm
[OOC: After this.]

Sometimes you have to get some air.

Sometimes you just have to (run away) get away.

Yuna was expecting the cold air of the empty Djose cliffside, outside the temple; not the crowded warmth of Milliways. But her face, twisted and set in hard, determined lines, crumples into desperate relief.

She can rest here without losing time. It's perfect.

(She set out from Besaid in a pretty new dress; it's been downhill since then. She's never looked quite this bad. There's blood in stains and patches, on her skirt and her sash, and her hair is in total disarray, clumped nastily in places. There's a smudge of blood on her cheek.

Her hands are clean, but red as boiled lobsters. Her sleeves are rolled around her forearms and pinned.)

She slumps over the bar, taking deep slow breaths. It hasn't occured to her--yet--that what worked for Ray and Garion could work for her; that there might be more than temporary respite here.

There might be help.