COMBINED CAMP: DAY THREE

[sparednothing]

[The morning ends the heavy storm, bright sunshine beaming down on the makeshift camp. Some of you may be injured from last nights incidents, but at least this is some downtime for you to recuperate. Tembo and Harding are arguing heatedly some distance from the camp, but otherwise the jungle is silent.

The camp is being visited, however. A pack of compsognathus have made their way into camp. They're little guys only ten inches high, easily the smallest residents on the island. They're currently scurrying around the camp, looking for any food to scavenge, seemingly not concerned with the people milling around]

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[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Now that's breaking up the remainder. They're quickly backing down.

That's not stopping the poison already flowing in Wash's veins or the bleeding] And they did.

[He's trying to figure out how bad the damage is. Some of them were vicious.]

[encryptedlock]

Christ. It'll try to put you to sleep, so keep talking. Do we have any medics around?

[He seems worried, but not concerned for Wash's imminent demise. Worst case scenario, he'll drag Wash along until powers turn back on and then use the healing nannites in his system as an ace up his sleeve.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[He's already feeling that a bit, but he's focusing on York. He knows this could be bad.] To make me defenseless for the kill...

Don't know about medics.

[encryptedlock]

Exactly. Let's get you cleaned up.

[York has a canteen of drinking water, but he doesn't hesitate to pour some onto a more or less clean tshirt which will be sacrificed for bandages.]

I'll get the ones on the back of your legs if you get the ones on front. Make sure it's as clean as possible, yeah?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

At least we can try to clear off what poison isn't in my bloodstream. [Wash shakes his head, trying to clear it as he starts checking the wounds on the front of his legs. On both sides, it's messy, including a few small chunks taken out.] Just my luck.

[encryptedlock]

[York looks a little dubious at the extent of the damage.]

Hot damn, dude. Sit down over away from them.

[He wonders if he'll have to suck the venom out like you're supposed to do for a snake. Gross.]

My last attempt at replying became food to the power failure gods

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Wash is hurrying to get away from the little beasts, but he's definitely limping and in agony from all the little venomous bites. Once he's gotten clearance, he needs to sit down. It hurts too much.]

This is just great. By the way, I see what you meant about the venom.

was the sacrifice accepted??

[encryptedlock]

[York will kick at any of them that come any closer.]

I don't think it can hurt you permanently, but it will make you sleepy. Worst case, I'm sure I can bribe Kelly and Lucy to carry you somewhere.

[Joking a little, of course - Wash would probably be mortified.]

Seems like it.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Good. Glad to hear it. [That comment got a glare as Wash fights the tiredness.] No one is carrying me, York. Do you hear me?

[encryptedlock]

[York just grins at him. Well, if Wash is determined not to let the poison impair him....]

Not even the Spartans, huh? Hope it wears off pretty quick, then.

[Honestly, the venom could be a lot worse than just putting people to sleep.]

Come on, I think there's a doctor or two around here. Maybe the supplies we got included something actually useful, like dinosaur antivenin.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Glaring] Not even the Spartans. [If it were Kat, maybe...] Hoping isn't going to change the potency.

Fine with me. The sooner we get this treated th- [Shaking his head, train of thought lost from tiredness.]

[encryptedlock]

The better. [He says it firmly, trying to keep Wash awake enough while he frantically signals one of the medic types over.]

Hey, did I ever tell you about the last time we had to deal with these things?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Damn it, he's just feeling so groggy...] Didn't mention it'd be this bad being attacked by the fucking things.

[encryptedlock]

I was mostly distracted by being a girl at the time. But in the end we got to roast a couple of them over the fire and chow down. Tasted kind of like chicken.

[It's all right, Wash, he'll get you out of this. No damn dinosaurs are getting his friends today.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You? A girl? [Part of him thinks he should remember it. But he's so sleepy.]

Better that way. I don't like being eaten.

[encryptedlock]

Uh-huh. Looked kinda like this girl, Faith, that used to be here. Kind of awkward since she was someone's girlfriend.

[York grins and keeps tying off bandages.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

... Kind of? [Really, York, even drowsy, he thinks that's a huge understatement.

There's a hiss of pain as York works.]

[encryptedlock]

Well. I mean, I didn't act like her. Or dress like her. But that didn't really stop this guy Reno from thinking I was her, at least at first.

[Better a little pain than unconsciousness.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Guess it would be obvious with that.

Tired.

[encryptedlock]

[York pours a little more water over one of the bleeding wounds to try and wash some of the venom out.]

No being tired. Here, try and recite something to stay awake. Like the pledge of Allegiance or something.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Fine.

[Wash thinks it over, then he picks something the would be longer enough to keep him going a while. All the stupid protocol he believed in when he was younger.]

[encryptedlock]

[Excellent idea, Wash. Though some of them make York snort, and at least once he laughs out loud.]

Like any of us actually went to sleep at 2230.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Well, it's long, complicated and takes concentration. Wash pauses in his recital to glare at York.] I tried to follow them, York. Though they meant something once...

[encryptedlock]

I know, I know. Yeah, I remember when you were Mr Goody Two-Shoes, always following the rules.

[Wash has come a long way, in York's estimation, since then.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Then, I got Epsilon. Epsilon showed me the truth. [There's anger mixed into that tired mumbling. Then he forces himself to continue reciting.]