hfm_logs | Midnight Mayhem [Closed]

Warnings: Violence will occur.
Location: Near the apartments.
Characters: Rose Quartz, Casey Jones
When: 2 days after everyone want jogging.
Summary: Nox appear; people head out alone to fight it, end up not being alone.

Hearing that Greg had been attacked while out with his friends wasn't exactly the kind of news Rose had expected to receive when he came back from hanging out with his new friends. Fortunately, he hadn't seemed physically hurt at all- he just needed some rest, which Rose was making sure he got.

Which is what she was doing late at night, sitting in the room with Greg and deciding not to indulge in napping for the night, feeling just a bit paranoid that if she leaves or stops paying attention, that something could go wrong again, and he could end up hurt a lot more than he was last time. He'd only been gone for an hour or two, after all, and then that happened... even with all the other humans there backing him up, it seems like things had been just a bit too close. She really should've been there with him... She probably could've helped, and so far, she has yet to even SEE one of these shadow creatures.

And as if on cue, she happens to notice something out of the corner of her eye, crawling around outside. Something that, even in the middle of the night, seems to look entirely too dark.

Definitely one of those shadow creatures. Probably scouting around or... something, she's not entirely sure. But it probably means there's a rift nearby, and this close to their home, it's not something they can afford to just leave there, given what she's heard of them.

Rose gives a quick look to Greg, sleeping peacefully, and carefully steps around so as not to wake him, grabbing her sword, and heading outside. Maybe she should be getting someone else to help out, but they all seemed a bit worn out last time she checked. And even if they weren't... Rose doesn't feel quite right asking for their help. They're not as strong or as durable as her, and she's used to this kind of thing anyway- she feels confident that she can handle things on her own, as she moves towards the location where she last saw the Nox.

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He should have been listening to Rose's explanation. Either she had a good reason or she had a poor excuse; either way, he didn't hear it. Instead, he brought the full force of his temper to bear on Bones. After all, it wasn't a real screaming match until someone started screaming back. "It needed to be said and you know it! Don't-"

And then Bones said that, and Wash's anger fizzled out immediately and completely, only to be replaced by baffled surprise. For a moment, he was back on the Mother of Invention, trying to parse Florida's latest bizarre turn of phrase-

But Florida never got angry, just even. This was different.

His head tilted slowly to the side, and he stared, still trying to process what he'd just heard. It took him a few very long seconds to manage a high-pitched, "...what?" There wasn't too much more to say; he was still contemplating the very real possibility that Bones had just had a stroke, because how else could he explain that turn of phrase?

Well that just came out of his mouth. Tell'n Wash to shut it- that much he'd meant to do. The rest was just- instinct and habit. Deal'n with a five year old would do that to you. A willful five year old. 'Course talk'n down to Wash like that, to anyone like that was a mite uncalled for albeit, if Casey's reaction was anything to go by, hilarious.

And a li'l absurd.

"Habit." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Got a five year old- eight year old. Back home. When she'd throw tantrums I'd-"

There was a vague wave in Wash's direction. Behind him, in the kitchen, the coffee maker clicked on. May as well multitask. "You're pissed. I'm pissed. Casey's pissed. Holler'n ain't gonna change a damn thing. Casey is sorry. Miz Rose is sorry. I'm sorry 'bout whoever we've woken up with all the yell'n. It is late. We are all tired. We are all stressed. I think we can put a pin in mosta this stuff till the morn'n. Awright? We'll talk later- and it needs t'be talk'n not yell'n."

With that he moved from Casey, patting him on the shoulder as he went, to inspect Rose's wound with the tricorder. "I don't rightly know what I can do for you- my tools aren't calibrated for treat'n hard light holograms. But I can look at this."

"Well, glad we've got that all sorted out, then!" Rose sounds totally cheerful now, apparently thinking that the issues are over and done with. They're talking about it later, which means now, everything must be okay, right? That seems to be the attitude she's striking. Either she's trying to lighten the mood, or she's really bad at reading social situations and the underlying tension still there. Possibly a little of both.

She holds her arm out for the doctor to scan, watching curiously as he hovers the tool over the cut. "Hmmm... What is that thing, exactly? I don't think I've ever seen something like it before. Though, I've never exactly had to deal with any doctors before, either."

OK...OK...Casey was coming down from that laughing fit. This was the second time tonight he'd tried to be angry at Wash and Bones had completely sucked the wind out of his sails.

Man, he was exhausted.

Rose was chipper. Bizarrely so. The yelling had taken more out of Casey than the injuries tonight and she seemed almost completely unaffected. He kind of wished he was her. A little. Except he also knew that attitude wasn't going to go over great with the guys.

This position was actually kind of comfortable. He probably shouldn't fall asleep this way, no matter how big a yawn he just now made.

Maybe...He'd screwed it up? They weren't going to trust Rose after this, but they didn't have to find out about it. Rose had been honest, which was fine, but maybe she could have been honest some other time? Or maybe she could have been honest with him about her control or what she was going to do? But what would that have changed, most of the issues were because the Nox had-

His whole head was a jumble of thoughts and he was too tired to pick one out and focus on it. Tired and messed up, physically and emotionally.

"Yeah...look, if you're done with my checkup, I'm goin' to bed." He was going to go to bed whether Bones was done or not.

Greg smiled, faintly, at Rose's cheerful attitude. Maybe it wasn't the best suited for the atmosphere, but she wasn't the sort to let a mess like this keep her down. He was glad someone, at least, could find something to be chipper over. "Leonard's from the future," he told her, half-whispered as though it were a secret. He was too tired to piece together all the reasons talking like that was a bit silly.

"Bed sounds great," Greg agreed. "You earned it, Casey." He really meant it. Whether or not leaving had been a good idea, Casey had risked himself for their sakes and taken out a nasty enemy.

"We should all get some rest, ASAP." Maybe they'd listen, this time. He was ready to conk out the instant Rose was patched up, himself. Not a second sooner, though.

Wash just blinked as Bones walked past him. On one hand, that made perfect sense. On the other hand, how had he not known that Bones had a kid? Had that just never come up?

His back was to Rose when she spoke up. Greg and Casey might have been able to see his expression - eyes shut, throat working briefly like he'd just swallowed something nasty - before it clicked back to neutral in the next breath. "Sure," he managed, voice calm. "We'll talk tomorrow."

There was a part of him that just couldn't let it lie, though. It was two in the morning and he'd been talked down to like he was a child. Payback may have been petty and immature, but that didn't necessarily stop him. "And Bones?" he delivered over his shoulder with a smirk. "If you're that interested in my ass, you could just ask."

"G'head and rest up Casey. I'll check in with you in the morn'n, awright? Sleep well." He stopped scanning Rose's arm long enough to look back over to him. The kid had been through more than enough tonight and, like he's said, they could get everything sorted in the morning. For him? He wasn't about to get to sleep for awhile, may as well have the coffee that he'd put to brew and analyze the data from Rose. "It's a medical tricorder. A scanner. Somth'n that tells me what's wrong with a body and how t'fix it. Normally. Most any kinda humanoid I can work with but you're somth'n new."

He flipped down the Tricorder and pulled a pack of gauze and antiseptic cream from his medkit, smoothing the ointment over Rose's cut and binding the injury tight to prevent the loss of more glitter. blood. Thing. It was the best he could do until he understood what she was better.

Hands on his work and mind bent to the task he didn't spare a thought to Wash's comment, aside from the dryest drawl offered in reply. "Son, talk to me when your training wheels are off. You couldn't handle a ride on the Real McCoy."

For emphasis he lifted a hand from where he was wrapping up Rose's arm to snap.

"Yeah, I've never really known what NEEDING a good rest was like before now..." She lets out a yawn as Bones runs the tricorder across her arm, watching him with interest despite her exhaustion. She seems to be a bit fascinated by what he's doing, even with the more mundane ointment and bandages. Of course, this is an entirely new experience for her no matter how advanced or primitive the process, after all.

Rose looks between Wash and Leonard, giggling a bit at their comments. "Human flirting is always so cute!"

That's it. He can't do this anymore. He tried, but it's too much. Greg broke out into giggles, too tired to hold it in. Everything was ridiculous. "You were always fond of it," he sniggered, resting a hand on Rose's shoulder, finding his feet where he couldn't find his breath. "We should clear out of here, before we end up third wheeling."

Midnight Mayhem [Closed]

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