Midnight Mayhem [Closed]

[defactodefector]

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.

Comments

[panspermia]

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.

[unrecovered]

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."

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

"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.

[defactodefector]

"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!"

[panspermia]

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."