No Longer Ghosts [network+log]
Apr. 6th, 2019 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
WHERE: South Village outskirts
WHEN: April 5th, spam from 5th-8th
OPEN TO: all (Network first response goes to Reyes)
WARNINGS: Injuries
[network, video, OTA (first response goes to Reyes)]
[It looks like there's something smeared over the screen; it's just a jumble of color, blacks and browns and the faintest hint of sky peeking through here and there, a blur that implies faint motion. The voice is recognizable as Natasha's, but the words are slightly slurred and it sounds like she's having a hard time putting them together.]
They took...him. I think--
[A small sound of pain, and another brief pause of labored breathing.]
Don't...know his name. Tall. Blonde. Fighter. Teal wristband. More of those people--not us--
Think I--know which way they went. Someone needs to...
[And then there's the sound of someone falling, and the video ends.]
[action, south village inn, OTA]
A concussion means Natasha isn't going to sleep any time soon. She should still be resting, shouldn't be sitting up given the state of her injuries, but judging by the look on her face anyone who tells her that has a good chance of going through the window she's sitting by. The map she and Loki had found is unfurled on the table in front of her, and she's bent over it, marking distances and looking pretty intent, despite her pale, clammy skin and the rapidly purpling bruise emanating outward from her temple, a cut at its center.
She doesn't even bother looking up as she hears someone enter the room, instead holding out a hand towards them and motioning. "Come here. I need another pair of hands."