Tomorrow, tomorrow

[doc_holi]

Who: Holiday and OPEN
What: Exploring the area a bit and trying to, you know, survive
When: First Week
Where: anywhere in Tomorrowland
Notes: Up for confrontations, alliances, sneak attacks, anything!

The place looked a lot like what she imagined the Kennedy Space Center would look like after a nuclear explosion. So much for not being traumatized in this arena. First they demonize cartoons and now science.

Holiday had made a make-shift and very temporary shelter near the fallen rocket. She knew that there were other tributes nearby and that she couldn't really hide forever. She had to keep moving... but not until she got something to eat. Any food she found in stands and carts were long since rotted, which was gross, and she wasn't that desperate yet. Those adorable ducks, on the other hand, looked delicious, so she had made a small trap with them in mind thanks to her rope. It wouldn't be strong enough to catch a tribute, not that she even wanted to.

Holiday's thoughts drifted to her acquaintances from the Capitol as she wondered how they were fairing. She refused to think of them as friends, even though one of them already sparred her. A man of Wyatt's stature could have easily killed her if he wanted that bag badly enough.

She kept an eye on her trap and odd ducks that didn't seem to like water very much. If she wasn't going to catch one soon, she would move on.

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[pinklady]

Chibi-Usa may not have ever gone to this particular incarnation of Disneyland, but...Disneyland was Disneyland. There were things that were common, things that the Disneyland back home shared with this one. So it was easy to find an old, abandoned vendor stand to curl inside and hide in. True, the hinges were rusted and the wood and plastic were molded, but she was small, and fit in well enough.

When morning came, she managed to get out of her hiding place, concealing it with a simple close of rotted drawer doors. She ate beforehand, and was armed with her knife, just in case. She she kept to the shadows, climbing up and around various cars and obstacles, she spotted a familiar face.

"Ah-" She quickly ran up to her, almost heedless that she was out in the open. But, then again, there seemed to be no one else around. "Doctor!"

thank you so much ;;

[doc_holi]

What the hell was- Holiday poked her head around her obviously not too great hiding place to see Chibi-usa galloping towards her. Was it a trick? Did that actually matter? There was no way Holiday was going to get the first blow on a kid.

Holiday tried to shush her. "What are you doing? Others might be around."

Wouldn't hurt to stay on guard, though.

Its ok! :3

[pinklady]

"Its ok!" At this, Chibi-Usa went to grab her hand. She was just glad to see an ally after the horrible things she saw. "I didn't see anyone. Are you ok, doctor?"

[doc_holi]

"I'm fine." Holiday knelt down to the girl's level. "What about you? You get out of the Cornucopia all right and everything?"

It was hard to keep one's guard up around a kid.

[pinklady]

She saw a man get his arm nearly bitten off.

"...Yeah, I'm all right. I managed to get some supplies."

[doc_holi]

"Good. I've gotten a decent amount, too... or more of a variety rather than quantity. Have you eaten?"

Holiday didn't have food on her, but she was planning on getting some pretty soon. Hopefully.

Though, an idea was occurring to her. Holiday didn't have a chance in winning, but maybe she could the girl for along enough to finish this? Hmmm.

[pinklady]

"I do have some food." Chibi-Usa nodded. "And I've eaten. Have you?"

[doc_holi]

"I'm doing fine." Yeah, she's skirting around subjects. She'll eat soon! Maybe. Hopefully. "I was trying to catch one of the ducks, actually."

[pinklady]

"One of the ducks?"

Chibi-Usa looked at the ducks and winced. They looked kind of...mad.

"Ah...maybe I can help?" Then she remembered. "I've got rope! Maybe we can make it into a makeshift net!"

[doc_holi]

"I've got some rope, too. See?" She pointed out the small trap she had down for one of the ducks, but nothing had happened yet.

"Maybe a net isn't a bad idea, though... We could split the duck if we catch one."

[pinklady]

"Yeah!" Chibi-Usa nodded. "We should lead them to it then."

After a moment of thought, Chibi-Usa picked up a rock and threw it at one of the ducks. It nearly hit it, causing the duck to flounder and stagger backwards. A few others began to quack towards the girl's direction.

"Wild ducks tend to become aggressive when sufficiently provoked," Chibi-Usa explained as she started towards it. "We can lead them towards the trap if we provoke them to try and attack us."

[doc_holi]

... Well, this kid had some spirits.

"Um... right. Okay. Come on." Holiday kicked a rock towards another duck and started to move over to her trap with the girl in tow.

... This was a little crazy.

[pinklady]

A little. But it could work! Hopefully.

Chibi-Usa went closer to the ducks, which responded to her approach with quacks. Closer and closer, and the ducks began to flap their wings in warning.

"Come on..." Chibi-Usa smiled. "You know you want to attack me..."

[doc_holi]

Of course, they do. They look all feral and everything.

Holiday stayed close to the girl in case she had to move her quickly. The ducks were flapping pretty angrily, after all.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Javert's quest for water has gotten increasingly difficult, largely due to his illness, whatever it is, getting worse. Where previously he only suffered from fever and a headache, he now finds himself nauseated and seriously short of breath. It's a miracle he finds the water, but he's long past believing that it will do anything but comfort him in his last few hours.

When he reaches the duck pond, he stops to look for anyone approaching out of habit rather than because he could do anything but take the steps forward to the water.

He sees a woman across the pond, and isn't entirely sure she isn't a hallucination. He takes his hand from where it's covering the bite wound on his shoulder, which seems to be radiating heat, and holds it up and out in some sort of primitive, sickly greeting.

[doc_holi]

... Holiday sort of waves back.

That man looks hurt, but... well, that's pretty much how Aunamee got her last time. By asking for help. Holiday's not really sure what to do, so she decides to watch him for now.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Javert deems she's not much of a threat and stumbles forward, trying to drop to his knees as gracefully as possible. He scoops some water up with his hand and wipes it on his face.

"Madame," he wheezes. "Have you any medicine?"

[doc_holi]

"No." Lies, but uh. "I am a doctor, though."

She starts to move forward. Her supplies are hidden, but her knife is out in case he decides to attack. Holiday motions to it. "I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me."

She's being stupid and she knows it.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to, Madame." He clutches the wound in his shoulder. His face is sallow, his breathing weak and insufficient. He gasps a little bit between words. "I'm fairly certain I'm close to death anyway."

He looks at her knife and his face twitches into a bit of a self-deprecating smile.

[doc_holi]

... She should probably just let him die. One less contestant in the arena... but she's not like that.

Once Holiday's close enough, she kneels lower to his level. "You mind if I take a look at the wound?"

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"You may. Another doctor helped me to dress it, but I've left his company. He told me to find water."

Javert winces and picks at the sleeve wrapped around the injury. It's a bite wound, barely recognizable as made by human teeth because humans so rarely rip out whole chunks. It's clearly seriously infected, soggy with pus and laden with necrotized skin. The skin around it and up to his neck is red and hot.

"Thank you, Madame. You're very kind in harsh circumstances."

[doc_holi]

... Oh hell. Now she has a serious question on her hands. Does she use some of her precious medicine on this man and risk him killing her later or does she let him go so the inevitable can happen... or maybe even kill him now.

... Dammit... Dammit...

"It needs to be rewrapped. Come on. I still have some cloth left over from when I tore most of this stupid dress to shreds." She attempts to help him the few steps to her small and very temporary shelter.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"Thank you." He staggers the few steps necessary, but as close to collapse as he is, it seems a herculean task. By the time they get there and he sinks back to his knees, he seems merely semi-conscious. His eyelids flutter and his breaths are much too quick and insubstantial.

This is not, he thinks, kindness he should expect. It's certainly more than most people would be willing to give in these circumstances. More than he deserves, here. He can't think very clearly, but he holds his hands out so she can see that he's unarmed.

[doc_holi]

Holiday's still very new to this arena and fighting to the death thing... however, it would take a lot to change her ways. Betrayal a few times over would probably do it.

"All right, let's take a look." Either way, she still begins to peel back the bandages of his wound to take a better look.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

Javert doesn't move at all as she peels away the wrapping. The wound underneath is clearly infected, hot red and pus-covered, with strange boils and sores showing up on any of the surrounding skin that isn't entirely blackened and necrotized already. The hand that descends from that shoulder has a sort of twitch to it that's absent in the other.

But most horrifying is that it's evidently a bite wound, made with human teeth.

[doc_holi]

... The best thing to do for this is amputation... Who would-? Well, she's used to things like this from home (before they got this bad), but these weren't EVOs. This was other people like them... sort of.

"I'm not sure if modern medicine can help this," she mumbled, studying his hand. It looked like the infection hadn't started spreading. Maybe she could do something.

"Or maybe it can. Let me rewrap this. I think it can be helped." She's only saying that because of the medicine she got from the sponsors. She could use half of it to coat his new bandages, but he doesn't need to see she has any so Holiday starts coating them at an angle.

Hopefully, half would be enough. She's loathe to use more on someone who could turn around and stab her.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"I don't believe it can," Javert says. He doesn't sound hopeless, really. Resigned, perhaps, but not as if the universe has wrought any great injustice upon him. This is simply a matter of how it goes.

The truth is he doesn't want to die, but he realizes he may not have much of an option.

"You have modern medicine?" He blinks at her, and then returns his gaze to the ground, as if even looking at anything more complicated than the ground is too trying for him.

SORRY! I'm late. Should be back in swing now though

[doc_holi]

"Not much of it," she told him, "which was I why I lied earlier. I'm not familiar with this, but it's better than risking an amputation out here. Just hold still."

Holiday went ahead and started wrapping his wound again with the new bandages.

No problem!

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"You needn't waste it on a dying man. Even if I were to recover, I'd be in no shape for...the Arena..." But it's a bit late, as she's already patching him back up.

[doc_holi]

"You have experience. That's probably enough to make you last longer than I will... Thanks, anyway, though."

She wrapped it as tight as she was willing and smoothed the bandage over. "How does it feel? The same?" Too bad she didn't have any water to give him.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"As if the worst of the problem is not the wound as it appears on the surface," Javert says. He attempts a wan smile. It doesn't really work out for him. "You have my gratitude."

[doc_holi]

She nearly gives him a smile at that. "I would give you water, but I don't have any. I do have a bit of food if you would like it, though."

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"I can't imagine I could stomach it." He tries to get to his feet. "You've been kind enough already."

[doc_holi]

O-Oh. "You don't to rest? This place is secure for a little while, maybe even through the night."

Okay, she's pushing it now and she knows it. You're too easy to kill, Holiday.

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"Perhaps a little rest would be good. I wouldn't expect you to watch over me, however." And to tell the truth, he'd rather rest alone than be so vulnerable in front of another person, but she's already seen him weak and sickly.

[doc_holi]

She could understand that.

"You won't have to. You should be safe here for another few hours at least, whether I'm here or not."

[greatestdetectiveaward]

"I may rest a while then, yes." He tries to nod but his neck is stiff. He leans back against a wall. "Thank you for your kindness."

[doc_holi]

She wanted to remark to that, because she was fairly sure he wouldn't make it another few days anyway, much less win this thing... but Holiday didn't.

She allowed him to rest while she moved out of the shelter for the moment to find her next meal. Maybe not a great idea to leave him alone with her supplies, but she had nothing worth keeping anyway.