Event | Turtle Dive | January 20 - 23 | Underwater zombies crave your briiiiiines

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all PCs
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.

>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02

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[effective]

[Katniss is just staggering upright when she hears it. That sick, soft, wet sound of tearing flesh. She knows that sound.

So much for this not being a game. She's not even surprised when she sees that it's Peeta, Peeta tearing the bodies apart, Peeta losing his mind all over again. It makes sense. First mutts that can only be killed by fire, now this.

She wants to run forward and help, get the thing off him, but something stops her. She can see it in the wild look on his face, how he moves. Peeta's lost to her again, and those hands could just as easily close around her throat as the mutts.

Katniss isn't suicidal. Not anymore, at least. More than that, she knows Peeta would never forgive himself for hurting her, if it came to that. She's looking around her surroundings for something to help when the mutt sinks its teeth into Peeta's shoulder and her own safety (or anyone else's) stops mattering.]

Peeta!

One of her rag-wrapped arrows is brushed through the fire, set to the string. She waits for the opening and looses, the tip burying itself in the thing's skull. Flames lick along its body, burning. Peeta can survive fire, but he's been torn apart enough as it is]

[howherolls]

[ Peeta feels a brief pain in his shoulder but it doesn't register. he has more- on his arms, on his neck. they don't matter. nothing matters. this is more than likely his fault and the mutts need to be stopped-

and then the thing halts for a second as an arrow protrudes through its skull. the fire licks out, covering the beast in a second and spreading to peeta's own clothes.

it burns.

he sits there, eyes widened in confusion.

only one girl starts fires. the girl on fire. the girl from twelve the girl who-

the beast collapses. Peeta is still as he stares stupidly at the arrow growing from the base of its skull ]

[effective]

[And of course he doesn't do anything to put the fire out. Katniss grits her teeth, not trusting him or herself to get any closer] Put it out! Peeta, snap out of it and put out the fire!

[Hopefully he doesn't decide that's a metaphor]

[howherolls]

[ "Put out the fire, Mr. Mellark," the man was hooded, but he could hear the smile, "And we'll look over your bombing District 12-" ]

[Peeta inhaled. burning flesh. the bombs. katniss trying to get to-

he looks down, his shirt is on fire. ugly bite marks leave blood stains everywhere, crusted in dirt.

he has to put out the fire.

Peeta rolls over, back and forth.]

Katniss! [ it's cried out in pain as the dirt gets further into his wounds and the burns are agitated by the contact ] Katniss!

[effective]

I'm here! [The words are torn from her before she can help herself, and her body starts moving towards him even though she knows she shouldn't] I'm here, Peeta, I'm sorry, it just - it was going to kill you, and I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't

[howherolls]

[ he rolls, gasping in pain once he knows the fire's gone out. his breathing is ragged, and the veins in his neck stand out as the poison of the bites finally start to kick in now that the adrenaline is diminishing. he doesn't do anything. he can't move, and his mind fights between what is shiny and what is not ]

That arrow was supposed to hit me. Real or [ he coughs, spitting out blood ] not real?

[effective]

Not real. [Her response is instant, even as her hands move, stripping the remains of his shirt from him so it doesn't get stuck in the wound] Never real, Peeta, not ever. I would never kill you. The mutts only die from fire.

[howherolls]

[ he gives a cry of pain as the fabric rips from his skin, writhing ]

What's happening? I was near the edge and then- [ his eyes widen, his mind starting to clear, clarify his surroundings and what he just did ]

I did it. [ his voice cracks, desperate] I-I killed them. I went back to-

[ he hacks again, doubling up ]

-did I hurt you?

[effective]

They're not people. [She says it almost harshly] You didn't kill anyone alive. And you haven't gone back to anything, you're fine now.

[She runs a hand back over his forehead, pushing the hair back off it] You didn't hurt me. Not even a scratch, see? [And she does look relatively unharmed, if a bit sweaty and grimy] You're going to be fine.

[howherolls]

I- [ he groans, breathing labored ] I lied, I'm sorry.

[ he grips her hand, eyes wide and a little frantic ]

About where I was. I didn't want-

[ he clenches his jaw, spasming in pain ]

[effective]

[A kind of fear fills her when he tells her that he lied, and a thousand possibilities crowd her head. She's almost relieved when he tells her the truth]

You idiot. [She crouches lower, throwing his arm around her neck. There's a very brief moment where she hesitates at having his hand so close to her throat, but he's hurt and it's her fault, so she's just going to have to deal with it] Come on, get your feet under you. I'm going to take you to help. This situation? This is exactly why I wanted to know where you were.

[howherolls]

Trying to save me again, huh? [ he goes to smile but the poison makes his jaw clench again. he staggers up, head lolling onto her shoulder as it can't support its own weight ]

It feels like...my leg...everywhere.

[effective]

Always. [She doesn't have anything else left.

A thread of panic works its way through her when his head lolls like that] I'm not losing the rest of you like you lost your leg. Peeta, if you die on me, I will never forgive you. Do you understand me?

[howherolls]

I. [ he spasms ] Think I prefer it to you finishing me off.

[ he's in a lot of pain, but he attempts a smile ]

Apparently the dead come back to life here.

[effective]

[She'd hit him if he wasn't in so much pain]

Don't be stupid.

They have healers here. We'll find one, and you'll be fine.

[howherolls]

[ he gives a weak nod ]

Last time they. Only took a limb.

[ his eyes start to unfocus ]

[effective]

Peeta. [The thread of panic in her voice tightens, becomes more obvious] Peeta! Look at me, I'm right here. I'm right here. You're not going to lose anything this time, okay?

just close your eeeeeeeeeeyes

[howherolls]

[his raspy breathing slows, it's clear from his expression that he is relapsing back into Capitol memories ]

The Hanging Tree.

That was the song you sang, the one that made the birds stop chirping.

punches u

[effective]

[She's not sure what he's getting at, if her singing is a good thing or a bad thing to him] Was - was the song shiny, or not? Should I sing now? [Katniss Everdeen, crisis management]

JUST GIVE ME A REASON JUST A LITTLE BIT'S ENOUGH

[howherolls]

You told me to meet you there.

[ he goes to lift his arm, but can't. instead it hangs lifeless as his eyes start to slide close ]