JANUARY TDM

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((OOC: Hello, and welcome to our first TDM! This month, Reserves will open on the 10th and Applications will open on the 25th! We hope you enjoy the game launch!))

After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment; watch out for shards on the floor, in between the strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside the daylight is fading; night is rolling in, and there’s just a few dying lights flickering on and off. It’s going to be hard to see in here and avoid bumping into things and people, if you don’t get outside soon.

Beyond the rundown garage is an overgrown gas station surrounded by thick, wetland forest. Starlight is streaming through the trees, along with light from a broken moon. The one thing that isn’t overgrown with plants is a large Convoy of vehicles, parked right underneath the station canopy.

01: START UP

The Convoy looks like a cross between a semi truck and a train; there’s no one at the front, but there’s still power humming through the entire Convoy. It’s also the most hospitable thing in sight. Why not make yourself at home a little? You just have to chase that eerie, empty feeling since there’s no one else present.

Alternately, there are the cars scattered around the Convoy; all of them in better shape than the gas station. And some of them looking and feeling almost like they might belong to you. That feeling is only increased, when you see there’s a key to the car nearby. Perhaps the key is already in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on your person, ever since you woke up in that garage. Either way, you have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.

02: RUIN EXPLORATION

The ruined gas station and garage are the only man-made structures around, and have seen better days. The store still holds packaged food, and tepid drinks of all sorts. The garage has old mechanical equipment for working on cars, along with that strange summoning circle.

There's also a giant tree bursting through the gas station roof. And clinging to its branches, half melted into the surface, are metallic bodies. Graffiti is spray painted onto the tree, reading ‘avoid the Husks.’

Those who ignore the warning and get closer hear a faint hum coming off those bodies. It’s almost like whispers, though it’s impossible to make out any clear words. Some Husks are clutching supplies in metal fists. For a few unlucky new arrivals, those Husks might even be holding the keys to their vehicles.

Making direct contact with the Husks intensifies the hum, and the whispers begin to form into pained cries, and give the impression of something rummaging through their thoughts; trying to pry out things that hurt Drifters, and reflecting those hurtful things on the bodies of the Husks for anyone to see.

03: MONSTER ATTACK

The night grows darker, and the shadows grow deeper. And from those shadows comes the glint of something moving across the Husks, rippling over the metal… And breaking it apart in a flurry of too sharp claws and teeth. That’s when the radio chooses to come on in another mess of static.

Be careful- Keep your fear and rage in check- Calls the monsters- We need the shield up-

The warning comes too late as monsters arrive. Some human-like but with razor teeth mouths that stretch from face to groin; others resembling alligators with bloated proportions and jaws that spit lightning; and still others where the vegetation has come to life, sporting thorn covered appendages.

The Pisaca monsters act as shock troopers, wearing the Convoy down with venomous bites and debilitating howls, before the heavy and brutish alligators bull in, using their bulk and electric attacks to obliterate what’s left. The capparwires scurry in the periphery, taking cheap shots with thorny vines and sparking electricity where they can. It’s a task to keep the monsters at bay until the generator fires up. Especially when one last enemy makes an appearance…

03-A: MIRRORMIC

There's as a metallic shiver along one of the remaining Husks, and a strange ringing whisper in the ears. The next moment, the Husk breaks open in a gleaming pool of quicksilver. That quicksilver catches reflections, and molds itself into a darker copy of a Drifter.

The mirror monster whispers faults and secrets at the reflected Drifter, and anyone close by. It tries to goad Drifters into an attack. And when struck, the mirror monster plays its second trick; whatever damage it takes is reflected back onto the Drifter as a transformation. An injury to the arm transforms the Drifter's arm, and so on.

It's possible to banish this monster through direct lights shone on it from a car, flashlight, or magic… But such action needs to be swift, before the Mirrormic completely changes its Drifter.

03-B: BOMBADGY BOMBARDMENT

Before, during and even a little after the monster attack, there’s an extra presence scurrying around the vehicles, snuffling and barking when startled. A band of chunky, raccoon-esque monsters known as the bombadgy are raiding anything that looks like it could be food storage… And this includes vehicles!

The bombadgy’s claws are deft and sharp with tearing through windows and door seams. These creatures are a touch skittish and won’t attack unless provoked. They also can expel a flammable gas… And this means they can explode if sufficiently spooked or stressed. This also means that they can be treated as living bombs, and be lobbed at other threats if needed.

04: WIND DOWN

During the monster attack, there’s changes gripping the Convoy, and especially the people in it. It might feel like your control is getting worn away by the second… At least until something in the trucks starts to whirr to life. It’s a soft enough noise, little more than a hum as something blooms out of the engines. It fast turns into a shield that envelops the Convoy in a shimmering, glowing dome.

And while it might not be enough to reverse those changes, it can at least stop them from growing any worse. Give you a moment of breathing space to adjust to everything that’s happened, and give you some measure of clarity and control. There’s time to breathe and mend now. Take stock of one’s injuries and changes.

But there’s a few strange surprises still waiting, it seems. Because the corpses of the monsters begin to disintegrate, like they are bleeding out motes of sickly light. Light that you quickly absorb; it has the side effect of lessening pain, even mending wounds… Though it might make you feel a bit off. Maybe a little more excitable, maybe a little more irritable, or maybe expressing a certain odd psychological quirk. Still, that sudden surge should pass in about an hour or so; just need to keep it together until then. Perhaps with a little company.

05: CAMP

A screen in the Convoy flickers to life. The image isn't visible through a snowfield of static. Same with the audio:
“Still… Alive? Good. Connection- Can’t hear you. Can't talk. Convoy will- take you closer to Nirvana.”

After that, the connection is dropped, leaving a collection of text:
I’m sorry. I have no answers for you. But you’re still alive. You’re not as broken as the rest of the world. When the sun rises, this Convoy and all the cars around it will start moving North towards Nirvana. If you want answers, and to stay as close to human as you can… I suggest you stay with the Convoy. Good luck.

A last alert flashes across the screen: “TESTING LOCAL NETWORK CONNECTION.” And then… Music starts to play on the speakers. Mellow guitar and brass music that’s at odds with all the weird that’s happened recently, but perhaps just the thing to relax to.

MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Race Track: There’s a race track that winds around the gas station! It’s a bit threadbare in places and little more than a mossy and muddy trail. But it’s still a race track that weaves under and over trees, and seems like a good place to test new wheels.

Gone Fishing: The gas station area eventually turns into the start of a swamp; that explains where the alligators came from. It may be possible to do a little bit of fishing, though the fish are just as weird as everything else. Still edible though. Swimming in the swamp is not advised. The alligator monsters and fish tend to bite back.

Spray Paint Messages: The paint on the trees and gas station is starting to fade and wash out, but can still be legible; most of it contains messages warning about the end of the world, prayers to the heavens for mercy, and dire warnings about husks and something called “moon warps.”

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS

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[becomerobot]

[Even fighting as hard as he can to stay lucid, Viktor fades in and out of pained consciousness. He anchors himself to the sound of Jayce's voice calling out to him. The poor man is so panicked, so distressed, and it breaks Viktor's heart to hear. He tries to hold onto his waking mind, to respond and give Jayce some comfort he's not dying. He most he can do is reach a twitching hand to Jayce's chest when he's scooped into the man's arms. His fingers jolt and dance in place, all jittery impulse from the arcane energy surging through him like so much frayed electrical wire.

The energy has mostly worked itself out, discharging and losing steam, by the time Jayce has rushed them into the back of the caravan and relative safety. Viktor feels his body placed down more gently than he feels he deserves. His eyes finally focus and he blinks rapidly to get involuntary tears away. Jayce looks so destroyed, Viktor lurches and coughs before he can get words to form, gasping-]

I- I'm sorry- Jayce... I- [only one phrase comes to mind, apologetic and foggy. Viktor's wishing to comfort the terror in Jayce's eyes in any way, his odd humor coming through even in such a moment of strife,]

I'm a mess... huh?

[hexrot]

[ he can't make it stop on his own. even as he tries to close his eyes and squeeze at his chest, nothing helps. except—

he moves. he ghosts his chest and opens his eyes. the pain within jayce's most intimate precipice floods with relief, but it does not instantly cure the anxiety that has overridden him. he needs a bit more time, a bit more time as he clasps viktor's metalframed hand, bows his head, and prays for the terror to pass. breathe. he needs to breathe. he could have control, he had it.

he only speaks a few moments after, when the exhaustion settles in his bones and makes his inhales slower enough to handle. ]

You're alive, Vik— [ he doesn't care about the mess. well, he does. he feels like he should be the one apologizing to the depths for what he thought he had to do in that lab, alone. he only doesn't embrace the man again because he's on his back, but damn it if he had half the mind to! ]

I'm . . . the bigger mess.

[ if they're touching humor to deal with this, so be it; jayce slides his own in, despite his voice still coming in hoarse and wet. but jayce wins the mess competition. he literally hasn't bathed for months. ]

[becomerobot]

[Viktor spares a weak, if unforced smile. Even if everything is going so wrong, he cannot help the spark of joy a little humor brings him. Even if it's dark comedy,]

Can't... get rid of me that easy.

[He's always fighting to stick around. Only recently had he ever strayed towards his more intrusive thoughts, of which Jayce so kindly interrupted him from. Pulled him from the edge with just a few words, as Viktor once had for him. He reaches for Jayce again, but hesitates seeing his own hand. Not wanting another blowback, like the one he just caused, the hand falls to rest limp on his own chest. Viktor's lips push against each other, looking to Jayce with remorse,]

... I was hoping... to not have to explain this to you. [how he changed himself, that is, how he failed to utilize the Hexcore without hurting someone else in the process. It filled him with too much shame to tell Jayce about, not when the man was trying so hard to fix things between Piltover and Zaun... it was too selfish a burden to add to his partner, Viktor kept it to himself.]

[hexrot]

[ a hand on his chest it is— but only briefly. the acceleration rune has been quiet since they were outside. jayce at most allows a comforting touch to linger, before his hands return to his lap. he'll hardly feel comfortable like this in the long run, and the back of the van is pretty spacey, so . . .

he shuffles around, stretches his legs out, scoots down, and aligns his head with viktor's, side by side. he takes a deep breath in— its edges still shaking from the aftermath of all of this, before he replies, quietly: ]

You don't have to. I . . . Know.

[ they are words laced with sorrow, and jayce manages to turn his head to face him. he'll never get another chance to say this to this viktor. he deserved so much more than confusion, but there's a limit to what jayce feels he could share about his own timeline. does he need to suffer more, over something he couldn't do anything about?

jayce treads carefully, but genuinly. ]

I should've been there for you— I'm . . . So sorry.

[becomerobot]

[The apology is... baffling and touching. Viktor had never blamed Jayce for his absence, he-]

You had... important work to do. I know that.

[Work Viktor never could have done. Being a councilman? Trying to root our corruption and repair a society so fractured? Viktor's place was in the lab and nobody ever tried to take him from it. Only death was going to do that. Jayce had so many demands placed on him, pulling him in all directions.

Viktor doesn't want to admit to feeling abandoned, it feels too pathetically needy. He stubbornly wished to help himself, all on his own, no matter what it took. Then, it got Sky killed. How far they both strayed...]

What... happened to you?

[hexrot]

[ jayce's pause is uncomfortably protracted. his first thought twinges heartache and sultry anger at himself; just the sheer idiocy of attempting the impossible feat of pleasing everyone, and letting them sculpt him made him think— how could I have been so stupid? every single time.

he breathes in; it makes his lungs sound like a hollow cavern. he wants to address the errors— but they'll have plenty of time to do it. the twinge in his brows, despite looking up at the close, metal ceiling, shows objection. but viktor is asking him something that makes the soles of his feet freeze.

it's still fresh. he hasn't told anyone because he hasn't seen a single living soul to. that, and— he doesn't think he could. a man once so open with his feelings now felt reserved about expressing them. if anyone else were to ask, he would deflect.

not viktor. he trusts viktor. he feels— understood, seen. he's the only one who ever did. ]

I, [ it is difficult, but he proceeds, saying only enough. ] fell down a ravine.

[becomerobot]

You fell?

[The emphasis on that is terrible, because it speaks to so much doubt in the verbiage. Viktor is questioning the word choice, not the event itself. He fell... or he jumped-?

Which makes for a domino of conclusions to all tumble one by one. Jayce looks, at a minimum, months older from last he saw the man. Clean shaven, dressed for the council, announcing Viktor as a Zaunite. They were all caught up in the politics of the situation, yet he recalls a noise. A noise like something was rapidly approaching them.

And Viktor woke up here.

He's a man of science, of rationality and understanding, questions are better made direct and with purpose. What could make Jayce "fall" into a goddamned ravine-?]

... did I die, Jayce?

[hexrot]

[ jayce's inspiration is terse and bare, and in his quiet, he slides his eyes shut with a tight swallow that clicks airbubbles within his throat. the resigned, chilling silence was enough of an answer. jayce could never outright lie. what does he say, though? too much or too little? ]

I wouldn't let you die.

[ a murmur of truth. ]

[becomerobot]

[Viktor's too smart for his own good, he can make the connection to what that means,]

The Hexcore... you didn't destroy it, did you? [he lifts his changed hand to look at, contemplative. It was his only chance at survival, but he wanted to rid the world of it. A failed experiment. A dangerous one.

If he didn't die, then he must have lived due to that, which... would mean Jayce broke his promise. Viktor bundles that hand into a shaky fist, angry at himself,]

It killed Sky, Jayce. In my stubborn pursuit to live, she was an unwilling sacrifice. She should have been given a second chance, not me...

cw: suicide ideation

[hexrot]

—I'm sorry.

[ i'm sorry i let you down. i'm sorry i would always let you down that way and i don't even wish i wouldn't because my life would be meaningless without you. he could say it forever, cascading with guilt, but never could he regret. regret would mean he'd allow viktor to slip from his fingers without suffering. let him go, and it was more probable that jayce would go mad in the head before accepting that fact. he doesn't push back. he knows, they've had tis conversation before. the only thing jayce would at the very least like to leave him with is full disclosure, quiet, shivering, small but at the very same time with a heart for viktor that did not fit in his chest. ]

I couldn't fathom— living a life . . . Without you in it.

[ despite his vulnerable words and their devout connotations, he doesn't expect it to be a justified excuse. just— a why. he broke his promise, he did. he broke many promises until he vowed to keep his last.

he feels awful that he'd either do it again or plunge off a ledge uninterrupted.

it feels a bit much to add anything else, for the moment. his heart feels like it was close to bursting, and because of that his eyes stay glued to the car roof. ]

[becomerobot]

[That confession is a heartbreaking one. Viktor... didn't want to ever hurt Jayce this badly. He loved- no, loves- the man with his whole being. A blade that cuts both ways. It could bring such joy and such haunting sorrow. When the duties of the council put distance between them, Viktor couldn't bare to pull Jayce back, to make the man witness his deterioration moment by moment. Better he be distracted, fulfilling other work. Viktor did not want to be his priority, it would destroy Jayce too much to try and fail to save him. Better for Viktor to save himself or fail himself.

Seems that distance didn't matter. Jayce would still crumble without him. A real tragedy of a partnership. Doomed from the very start.

Rare for Viktor, given it's always Jayce who reaches out for him, but he unfurls his fist and rests it on the man's shoulder. Quiet and yet firm, he mutters,]

I'm right here, Jayce. I'm not gone yet.

[hexrot]

[ when jayce feels pressure on his shoulder, his breathing catches. it almost spooks him— but that prickle at the back of his neck becomes a melted pool of warm, melancholy reprive. that is so very special, what viktor has done. his eyes regain a big, doe-like shine to them, clasping his much larger hand on top of the reassuring gift, nodding to accept it. viktor could slip his arm away at any moment, but for jayce— he'll linger the weight of palm on top for just a little longer. miniscule tugs after that will induce him to let go.

plans have changed drastically. he is not in the time nor place he should be, with the viktor he was fated to confront elsewhere. they're not even on runeterra anymore.

jayce turns over onto his side, facing viktor. they were both like-minded, able to follow each other's theorem, formulas, equations— and viktor was genius. he knows, especially from their shared experience, what his partner had thought. ]

. . . It was an accident, [ he affirms, eyes downcast and hand resting on the atrophied muscle of his now braced leg. ] I tripped— and the Mercury Hammer fell on me.

[becomerobot]

[Viktor does not lift his hand away, if anything, it only gets more firmly placed against Jayce. He doesn't want to let the man go. They're in this new, baffling predicament, but at least they found each other. There's no separating them now, at least, not if Viktor can help it. He feels so protective of his partner, he always has...

And hearing what happened, it makes him wince at the thought. That damn hammer.]

And you... crawled up out of a ravine, after that?

[He doesn't like the alternative answer to that question- that Jayce died, that Viktor died, that this is just some freakish afterlife they both ended up in.

Or is there comfort in that, that they still got to meet up in a life beyond? Too much to digest at once.]

[hexrot]

When it healed enough, [ he confirms. his general state of being was a testament to that. the excessive hair, the filth— the golden boy was no more. what was in the place of the council's pristine show pony was an untamed, skittish stallion.

jayce is beyond thankful for the grounding palm still on him— after everything. after everything he did and didn't do. with no sign of leaving his person, he holds on, fingers becoming a tight fit around them. it takes a pause longer to speak, dry lips crackling bubbles of thick saliva when he swallows and makes way for words. ]

At least I made something helpful out of that thing. [ his brace is everything he has of his hammer . . . a hammer that he shouldn't have made in the first place. ] You were right.

[becomerobot]

Your will and wit remain... astonishing, Jayce.

[Viktor can imagine the perseverance it would take just to survive, let alone build a way back up from that. Most would go fully insane and submit to their cruel fate. Jayce is no soldier, but he's a fighter. He doesn't give up on his dreams, dogged to the end.

He feels Jayce's hand tighten over his. Viktor layers his other hand over top to further cement himself in place alongside his partner. A squeeze of Jayce's rough and broken knuckles. More assurance that he's here. He's not leaving him. Not if he can help it. Not then and not now.]

We were never meant to build weapons... but I am glad it could be repurposed. I'll- look at it. If we make it to some calm. I can re-engineer it for you. Make it better suited. [Jayce knows that Viktor knows what will be most helpful. While the crutch was a Talis forged aid gifted to him, Viktor had designed his own duel-layered leg brace to keep himself going. He wouldn't allow Jayce to have less than the best option.]

If that brace is the Mercury Hammer... what is the weapon you had with you?

[hexrot]

[ there is only one dream strong enough to get him out of that crevice, and he's looking right at him. jayce was ready and inches away from giving up before viktor pulled him from the edge and returned his bracelet to him. now, it is with him until his own death, steadily approach now that the gem infects him. jayce has not looked at the arm eith calm yet and prefers not to. instead, he huffs— positive, a little nostalgic, the peak of his brows curving at the offer that warms the spaces between his ribs.

i don't deserve you, he thinks as he stares at the other's profile, almost dreaming. the question snaps him back. he doesn't know what to say because— he cannot give the details regarding viktor's eventual ascensionism. his partner is too smart. he'll catch on with the smallest hints. and that suffering, right now? is unnecessary.

he finds his way, though. a temporary path that allows that ommission. ]

Do you remember your theory on "Wild Runes"?

[becomerobot]

[He shrugs his shoulders a little at the question,]

Of course I do. They were so much more common within the Hexcore. More obvious. A natural and unpredictable consequence of our channeling of the arcane...

[Tampering with, really. He doesn't want to regret their work, all their knowledge seeking, their dream. Yet, what choice does he have, beyond guilt? They should have stepped away from that ledge long ago, both of them. They just keep looking further down the well. The bottom was too far down to see any reflection of their hubris.

Jayce is correct about his mind working fast, never underestimating Viktor's intelligence and cunning. He's already trying to connect the mention of Wild Runes to that hammer- The most obvious springs to his mind,]

The patterns on it- [the same as he noticed on the plants he had empowered, then killed, with the hexcore's energy,] -... it is a byproduct of some kind?

[hexrot]

[ jayce nods, slowly; he's getting there, and more than know about viktor's ginormous brain, he knows he doesn't need to spoon feed him. both of them thrive off stimulation under duress; desperately scribbling theories, formulas and ideas on a cave wall to understand and reverse what was done is what kept jayce from going insane in the zaunite ditch. ]

Is the amount of exposure the same?

[ not just the hammer. jayce's arm holds the same spindling pattern of abnormality. across his cheeks is a similar pattern— albeit one would need to catch the reflection of light bouncing off it just right to see.

and so much more viktor's eyes can't reach without clothes in the way. ]

[becomerobot]

I couldn't say from a glance... do you not know where that hammer came from?

[The hammer was also discarded outside in Jayce's panic to rush Viktor somewhere more safe.

Though, there is a noise like a shield powering on beyond the doors of the van they locked themselves in as a shelter. The battle raging outside has come to an end, though they would need to actually open the door and look out to realize as much. Viktor will note that the sounds of struggle seem to go quiet beyond the metal shell they're within... maybe the monsters have been banished?

He doesn't want to peel himself away from Jayce to check, his partner matters more than anything else right now.]

[hexrot]

[ ah, shit.

jayce hears it too— it's hard not to, when you're attuned to the mechanisms of technology that splits the growing silence with a thrum that can't be ignored. the shuffling and stalking of any monsters outside have died down. despite thinking of looking, he doesn't pry himself away. not yet.

he heaves a placid sigh, instead, exerting pressure against the sides of his partner's hand on him. ]

I just wanted to keep us occupied.

[ there is more to that. he misses viktor's bright ramblings, his astute hypothesis and how his mind quickly pulls evidence into truth. he misses listening to him theorize.

he misses everything about him before the explosionm they had just found themselves again. reunited. together they devised a plan that would free zaun. it what the chorrupt council, mel, heimerdinger did not do in decades, jayce had managed to do in record time. with viktor. together.

they should never be apart. they ground each other. ]

Hear you— speculate again.

[ as if it were the most beilliant thing in the world, as if it were a balm for all this ache. while small and lacking strength, his lips still tug up, and the breathless laugh that intertwines with the emphasized word leaves his tongue with yearning. ]

[becomerobot]

[Viktor both furrows and quirks such eyebrows at Jayce for that,]

I can do without the enrichment, Jayce. [They are definitely in an enclosure right now, but maybe don't treat him like a pet lizard.

Viktor's harsher look promptly softens at Jayce's secondary sentiment.

How long had Viktor been dead, gone, or just... changed beyond recognition to Jayce? It gives him such a heartache to see Jayce a mess over him. And to be so openly cherishing having Viktor back. What does he even do with this!?

A huff, that's really it. Viktor squeezes Jayce once more with both hands. Only the topmost one slides away, curiously moving towards to door of the van. Not quite opening it to peek out, just yet... he speaks hushed,]

We have much to discuss, but in time. It sounds like... things have calmed. I'm going to take a look, hold your breath. [no noise, if they can help it. Viktor very slowly swings the back door of van open an inch, just enough to see out of. Hm...

A shield, yes, that's what he believed he heard. Has it blocked out the monsters, or merely trapped them inside a cage with them? Judging from the lack of any screaming or explosions,]

It would seem we're safe. There is a barrier up around us.

[hexrot]

[ he'll keep it in mind, be more direct, he'd rather not have viktor upset if he could help it. a quiet apology falls from his lips, to have made him feel that way earlier, even for a second. i'm sorry. his yearning is too big to fit in the cage of his ribs, right alongside his heart.

there was . . . too much to talk about. perhaps they could theorize together after everything is explained and straightened. they still needed to figure out a way back, to their designated timelines.

jayce levels himself with his elbows, rises when viktor does and keeps at the ready, with bated breath and a skittish reaction time that would promptly pull viktor by the waist and close the door if they must. nothing happens; instead, the dull light of the shield around them makes his eyes flinch from the brief brightness. too bright.


shortly afterwards, jayce's hexcore tainted limb rests his hand against his shoulder, only to reassure him: ]

I'll go get your cane.

[ the wait here is not exactly said, but nonverbally gestured with his hand out in a steadying motion as he slips away. it's the cane first. his hammer was secondary. jayce stiffly walks out to the blast sight, quite easily ignoring the heavy rod of his weapon in search of where the cane had been thrown. under some wheels, it seems . . . his braced leg trembles every time he puts his weight on it, the earlier rush making his wobble worse. every time, he squeezes his left hand into a fist, relaxing when he rests his body mass on his good leg. kneeling and bending is a slow way down, but he could still do it.

this is not the first time he's had to dig through wreckage to retrieve viktor's cane.

once he's managed, he has to use it to help him stand; his right leg was tired of carrying extra weight and his left protested— but he's surpassed limits far greater. he could do just about anything now, with viktor in mind. the tred back is slow to preserve himself, as well as still seemingly more cautious than he was curious. the hammer's hilt is hoisted halfway back, lifted to carry. his hair clings to his temples by the time he returns, allowing the hammer's head to connect to the ground and returning viktor's cane with both hands, brute yet undeniably gentle.

he'll sit himself on the back of the caravan for a moment. the first thing he needs to do is lift his injury off the ground, and maybe consider recalibrating the scraps. ]

[becomerobot]

[Viktor very nearly protests, gets as far as his mouth opening, before clicking his teeth to close off the impulse. Between the two of them, Jayce seems to be in the worse shape. He's injured, frantic, and not least of all caked in filth... Yet, Viktor knows the man and as such, knows that Jayce needs to feel useful. He's a work horse of a man, to a fault. They both could be...

So, allowing Jayce to do this task for him is something Viktor can do. Despite the struggle, despite the strain, it might put Jayce's mind at ease to perform this service. Viktor sits with his legs slung over the tailgate of the van, doors flung wide, and just... watches Jayce go fetch the cane and hammer.

When it is handed back to him, he'll pat Jayce's knuckles lightly before taking it.]

Thank you, Jayce. [simple and sincerely spoken, Viktor not one to mince words nor to flatter unnecessarily. He props the crutch alongside his legs and looks to Jayce taking a seat besides him.]

... have you gone into the center Convoy yet? It has amenities. We should go together. [Viktor doesn't think Jayce should be separated from him now, so he can repay the man with whatever anchoring his presence provides.]

[hexrot]

[ jayce gives a short nod in acknowledgement, having satiated his need to be of proper use, the weight of a pat still ghosting his knuckles despite having them rest on his thighs.

the convoy . . . the abandoned shops. ]

For food.

[ he'd been— malnourished. he didn't think to change his clothes, or wash his face, nothing he'd consider a luxury for the now. he ate as many expired sponge cakes and processed meats he could before being forced to leave, to make up for all those disgusting, festering salamanders that thinking about chips and stale bread loafs makes his mouth water— like he'd still been harboring an empty, groaning pit in his stomach, and damn, he still was. what he'd taken in his haste wasn't enough to satisfy, and now that a taste has extorted a feedback of even hungrier, finally being aware of what the cells in his body screamed for. he wants to drink more water, too. it doesn't even have to be juice. ]

. . . We should.

[ he'd gotten too used to having to wait, sometimes, that certain days may not warrant a meal. now that it's so close by, the brain fails in not being anxious to eat. it's ironic, for someone who'd bring an entire meatloaf and wine to the lab.

he's anxious to eat, and doesn't even think about a bath. ]

[becomerobot]

To bathe.

[Viktor says in correction. He feels entirely disgusting and he's basically a fresh meadow compared to Jayce's state. Then again, Viktor was used to putting off meals more than Jayce ever was. He'd choose hygiene and sleep over a full stomach, but his appetite was a stunted and maladjusted thing. First from the food insecurity of his childhood, then worse and worse by illness.

It was always Jayce who had to convince him to not live off of coffee alone...]

There are rooms with a bathtub and shower. We can claim one for ourselves. I'm not sure about cleaning or replacing our cloths. We can figure that out once we're not this... caked in grime.