002. imagination set loose and i'm gonna shake 'em down.

[caelus]

WHO: Jim Kirk
WHERE: Around the village, after the earthquake.
WHEN: Backdated to July 1st and 2nd and onward.
OPEN TO: All except otherwise marked.
WARNINGS: Mild injuries. Will update if necessary.

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during the quake.


Having lived a number of years in San Francisco while going to Starfleet Academy, earthquakes and tremors weren't exactly unfamiliar. The biggest quake he'd felt to date was on a completely different world, and that was because a volcano was about to erupt and take out the entire world. Nibiru wasn't his best moment, but he still didn't regret the decisions he'd made then.

Were Christopher Pike still alive, he'd be rolling his eyes at that thought alone.

When the first tremor had begun, before the earthquake began in earnest, he'd already been heading out of the room he'd been sharing with Spock in order to clear the building. He doubted the capability of anything in this place to survive too intense of a quake, and the last thing he was about to do was leave someone behind in a building due to negligence.

It was just his luck that he ended up with a crate or ---something, he couldn't remember rightly, coming down hard on his right shoulder. It'd been hard enough to earn a hiss of pain that he bit back behind gritted teeth, and he'd been forced to duck out of the building as he heard something glass crash to the ground. He tucks his arm close to his chest, jaw clenched tight enough to make his teeth grind together briefly, and starts trying to assess the damage.

He looks around to anyone nearby first. "You okay?"


after the quake. at the inn.


After the initial quake, Jim is helping out where he can at the inn. Mostly it's cleaning up things that have fallen over as best he can with only one arm to use at the moment, and sweeping other things up. Seeing as he kind of has to leave the sweeping to other people currently, he'll keep to what he can pick up with one arm.

"Where do you want this?" Jim asks, grabbing up a small basket and what looks like the items that rolled out of it.

Eventually, they'll need to check the structural integrity of the building, but starting small never hurt anybody. Even if it grates on Jim's nerves.



(closed to beverly.) after the quake. at the hospital.


There are still aftershocks, intermittent and varying in intensity, which is to be expected. Once he was able to duck away from the inn, he heads toward the hospital. Most people with experience are helping where they can, and the community of strangers seems to have pulled together surprisingly well. He's impressed to say the least.

He doesn't want to pull anyone away from helping those more in need, so Jim tries to see what he can do about his shoulder himself. He'll get an earful later for it, he's sure, but it wasn't like he wanted something to fall on his head. Well, shoulder.

Jim manages to get his left side, at least, out of the scrubs top, but gives a groan of pain when he tries to lift his right arm to get it out. He can't turn his head all the way to get a good look, but he knows a muscle bruise when he feels it. That's just---great.


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( Note: If you catch him at the inn directly after the earthquake, he won't have a sling, but if you utilize this option, he'll have one thanks to Beverly. Also, he is getting a Great Dane puppy, which will he will find after coming back to the Inn after getting patched up. Again, if you utilize this option, I can work it in!

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[ethnobotany]

It's the groan that catches Beverly's attention and she finishes what she was working on before heading on over to help whoever it is. A wry smile crosses her lips as she spots Jim Kirk and she decides she's likely going to be in for an interesting time. Captains seem to be about as easy as doctors when it comes to being a patient.

That is to say, they're very bad at it.

"Let me see," she instructs, reaching to gently try to coax his arm out from the scrubs. It's usually easier to pull a garment off from the outside and she can get it without hurting him too much. Hopefully. "What happened?"

[caelus]

Jim hears the steps a little too late to react if it were a credible threat. Lucky for him, it isn't. In the presence of one of the only other Starfleet officers in this place, he relaxes, and offers a nod when she instructs him to stop.

Even with the help out of the scrubs it's still painful, but not as bad as when he'd tried to do it on his own. Spock is going to give him an earful later. He hisses softly, mouth turned down into a brief frown as he tries to turn his head to get a better look, and fails. His shoulder is starting into the hues of a deep bruise.

"I was at the inn when the earthquake started," he offers to start. "I didn't want to leave without trying to clear at least part of it. A crate or something fell, and then I didn't really have a choice."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly gives it as gentle an examination as she possibly can. The last thing she wants is to injure him further, though she knows she needs to make sure the injury isn't a break. It wouldn't be the first one she's dealt with here, but they are never easy with the limited supplies and technology that they have on hand.

"Well, the good news is I don't think anything is exactly broken. You've bruised it terribly, though. It'll need a sling." She pauses and her look turns a little sour before she pushes past it. "Or what passes for a sling here. What I wouldn't do for a decent medical kit and a regenerator."

Seriously, though.

[caelus]

Jim keeps as still and quiet as possible. He's had worse, sure, but that doesn't mean this is comfortable in the least. His face screws up a little at the press of fingers, and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth more than once.

"Good to know," he says, giving a wry grin. It's a little tight around the edges, though. He sees that look on her face though. "I'm sure you'll manage well enough. Can't keep us Starfleet types down."

He chuckles a little at the end. "Never thought I'd want to see a hypospray."

[ethnobotany]

She huffs out a laugh at that one, imagining the impact that would have if it were some of the people she knows saying it. "If only we had one," she sighs. But he's right about the Starfleet types not being good at staying down when they're kicked.

"It's not easy with all of this backwards technology, but I'm not about to let anyone stay hurt while I can help them."

As if to prove her point, she starts rounding up some bandages and something she can make into a sling of sorts for his arm. If she had a regenerator, this wouldn't be an issue.

wildcard >> july 3, the inn

[fishermansweater]

He's been reluctant to leave the house with Peeta there and Annie so shaken by the earthquake, especially with the weather what it is. Floods, she fears, Finnick knows that much, though he's not sure of what logic he can use to try to soothe her and coax her out of the terror she's withdrawn into since the day of the earthquake. But if he didn't feel a small amount of trust for Peeta, he wouldn't have agreed to let him stay with them to start with, and with three people in the house now, they need more supplies. Someone has to go out for food, and best that it's Finnick.

So he goes, reluctantly, wearing the heavy coat that Kate Kelly had given him the day the gifts showed up, and for the first time, he really sees the damage that's been done to the village, buildings with walls or roofs fallen, trees felled and branches shed, and none of it made any easier to deal with by the rain.

He hasn't walked the full length of the river to all his traps, but the water level has increased enough that there are fish in his traps nearest the village, enough for him to have something to spare for the inn, so Finnick stops by on his way back to the house, with a couple of fish placed in a woven basket.

Things are still a mess when he arrives at the inn, so his first comment isn't about the fish he's brought; no, he stops the first person he sees to ask a question.

"Hey, are things all right here? After the earthquake?"

[caelus]

To say that Jim was exhausted would be an understatement. The past couple of days in wake of the earthquake have been filled with work from sunup til sundown, or at least as much as he can do. That's partly from the sling he has his right arm in as his shoulder heals.

And partly from the tiny puppy that he and Beverly had found in a box when she'd walked him back to his room after treating his shoulder.

Luckily, someone had been kind enough to give him something to fashion a leash and collar. Spock had helped him with the braiding, and that had been a lifesaver. Little guy had a mind of his own. Especially when it came to dragging Jim's things out to drop in front of him.

"Good as they can be, I guess," Jim offers, looking up from where he'd been petting Butler, the Blue Great Dane puppy he had---apparently adopted. Or adopted him. He's not really sure how that worked out. "We're just trying to clean up. Rebuild."

He frowns a little, not recognizing the man from around the village. "I don't think we've met yet. Things okay where you've been?"

[fishermansweater]

It's been his instinct here since the start when things go wrong to want to hunker down with Annie and Johanna, and yes, now Peeta, in their part of the village and make sure they're cared for, because they're his priority. But it's not actually that he doesn't care about any of the others here, because he does. He doesn't want to see them hurt, even if he still doesn't trust them.

"It could have been worse," Finnick says, tipping his head in the direction of the sling on the man's arm. "Managed to avoid any injuries, but I haven't been out much since. Fixing things."

Which is ... mostly true, it's just that the hole in the fence hasn't been the only thing he's trying to fix, and it's been much simpler to repair that than the state of Annie's mind.

"You get the dog in one of those boxes?" he asks, the question curious rather than practical.

[caelus]

Jim can appreciate that instinct, it's his first one as well, but one he pushes down in favor of looking out for others. Part of what makes good captains what they are. Willingness to put themselves on the line for strangers. To run towards the danger and not away. Not a lot of people are built that way.

"I'll survive," Jim offers easily, a gentle upturn of his mouth. "I can appreciate that."

He looks down at Butler at the question, who is trotting over in order to sniff at Finnick. "Yeah, he was just left in the room I'm sharing with my friend."

[fishermansweater]

Finnick's instincts wind up channeled more towards the protection of a very few people -- the only ones he has left. Here, now, that's Annie and Johanna and Peeta, and Peeta only because he'd made promises. Annie is, as she always is, his first priority. Even the villagers he's vaguely fond of come a very distant second to her, and she's been taking up most of his energy lately.

"Good."

He's seen more than enough Games to know that a seemingly simple injury in the absence of medical care can become anything but. More tributes die of natural causes than at the hands of their competitors, and that statistic includes all the varied things that can happen to a wound. Here, there's no noticeable desire of whoever sends the package to help in a medical emergency the way that a mentor would.

Finnick watches the dog approach, uncertain about how he will react to a strange man who smells of goose and peacock. So he keeps still as the puppy starts to sniff.

"We had boxes full of goslings left in the kitchen," he offers. "I've never worked out how they can get the stuff inside without anyone seeing anything."

wildcard ; july 4th

[ex_assertiveness90]

After the rain lets up, Stella can be found out and about in the village a bit more than in the past day or so, seeing who still needs help — what little help she can provide, at least, with only one good arm. Most people have got themselves in order by now, and considering the intensity of the quake, fewer of the buildings are damaged than she expected. Nothing's completely destroyed, at least — aside from the giant hole in the canyon wall, which Stella has to admit she was a little anxious to investigate herself until her good sense reminded her it probably wasn't a good idea to do so with a broken arm.

It's on her way back from the inn that she runs into Jim and his pup. She's seen him round the village before, though she doesn't know him well, but the puppy is a new addition. Both man and dog look to be in decent shape, at least, but the sling on Jim's arm gives her pause and, despite herself, her mouth curves into a slight, rueful smile.

"You, too?" she says, dryly. Her bandaged and splinted left arm with its own sling is fairly obvious.

[caelus]

Jim knows the feeling of only managing to be a limited amount of help. It grates on him, but he swallows it back as best as he's able. He hasn't even managed, yet, to go out and explore the canyon and forest. He's heard whispers about the hole in the canyon wall.

He wants to go check it out, but Spock would throw a fit if he even thought about trying. Usually a fit would just involve a raised eyebrow and a stern tone. Now, he's not sure what it'd entail without that Vulcan calm at his disposal. He wasn't interested in pressing buttons to find out, at least not yet.

Since he needed to get some air himself, he's got a stick that he found, and is playing with Butler. Sometimes he tosses the stick, but most times they just play a sort of tug of war with it. He's not exactly the best at fetch yet.

He looks over as Stella walks up and drops his head a little, huffing out a rueful laugh. "Looks like we match, huh?" He's not sure he's seen her around, but he knows he hasn't met her yet.

Wild Card July 4th maybe?

[scepterschild]

Wanda had checked on the state of her house as well as the small collection of animals that lived there. Clint had been working on a chicken coop but for the time being she had six chickens sleeping inside and they were getting big. Along with them was a ever growing puppy that Wanda suspected would get very big.

She let the dog out into the yard, calling after it when she realized that it was going to far. She had a limp since the earthquake and she wasn't able to keep up with the energetic puppy. It caught somethings scent because it was off and Wanda was struggling to follow it.

Apparently it had caught the scent of another puppy, one that belonged to the man she'd met in the woods. "Jim." She breathed out his name and almost fell forward thanks to her ankle. Her eyes looked towards his arm and her brow furrowed. "Your arm?" Ignore the fact that she's trying to run on a sprained ankle or that there is a puppy wagging it's tail.

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[caelus]

Jim was out, taking a few of the damaged items out of the inn that couldn't be repaired. They'd been lucky, considering the technology available here. His arm would heal, but for now he was just letting Butler run around and get some exercise.

He saw the other run up, and he's pretty sure he saw that same puppy a few weeks back near the lake. At least, he's pretty sure, that is.

He turned, hearing his name on a breath, and grinned a little, taking a step and reaching out to offer a steady arm if Wanda needs it. He looks down at his own arm in a sling and shrugged a little with his left shoulder. "It's not broken. I'm fine." He looks down at the limp. "You?"

Butler sees the other puppy and bounds over to sniff him, and then investigate Wanda, pawing gently at a foot. "Looks like we've both got shadows, huh?"

works for me!

[scepterschild]

Wanda, thankfully, didn't need Jim's arm to stay upright. She flashed him a small appreciative smile before shaking her head softly. "I'm fine." It was a sprained ankle and while it did affect her ability to chase a dog, she'd be fine in a day or so. Assuming Clint's dog didn't kill her.

Her eyes pulled away from Jim and over to the two dogs that wee now sizing each other up. Wanda criminal forgot the name of Clint's dog except that she was a very large breed of dog that was usually found somewhere in Norway. Even as a puppy she was the size of most large dogs and she was still growing.

"Yeah." She exhaled the word a little breathlessly. Wanda hadn't had a pet before coming to the village and now it felt like she had a small army of them; mostly chickens. "How long have you had him?" She hadn't known that Jim even had a puppy.