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CLOSED; time slows down when it can get no worse
WHO: sharon, jinx, & freddie
WHAT: somewhere between all the mix of pocket dimension fiascos and running around during the fired areas to look for any injured parties, jinx, being an aquamancer, finally reaches her limit and becomes dehydrated to the point of medical emergency.
WHEN: towards the tail end of the "no more smiling faces" prompt and onward to "i am alone again" prompt.
WHERE: townhouse
WARNINGS:
jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following: schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, separation anxiety, depression & dissociation.
freddie's warnings contain the following: bulimia with emeto, internalized fatphobia/low self-worth, diabetes stigma, cheating, US intervention in the Middle East, questions of Quรฉbรฉcois identity and ethnic tension in Canada, and dental damage/pain/decay/erosion.
these subject matters may or may not happen in this log.
TAGGING ORDER IS WHOEVER REPLIES FIRST
โNow there's only one thing I can do: fight until the end like I promised to .โ
WHAT: somewhere between all the mix of pocket dimension fiascos and running around during the fired areas to look for any injured parties, jinx, being an aquamancer, finally reaches her limit and becomes dehydrated to the point of medical emergency.
WHEN: towards the tail end of the "no more smiling faces" prompt and onward to "i am alone again" prompt.
WHERE: townhouse
WARNINGS:
jinx suffers from mental illness. such as the following: schizophrenia, hallucinations, PTSD, separation anxiety, depression & dissociation.
freddie's warnings contain the following: bulimia with emeto, internalized fatphobia/low self-worth, diabetes stigma, cheating, US intervention in the Middle East, questions of Quรฉbรฉcois identity and ethnic tension in Canada, and dental damage/pain/decay/erosion.
these subject matters may or may not happen in this log.
This could be the day I die for you.
cw: hallucinations
'You're all I have left. I can't lose you.'
'Damnit, Powder, wake up!!'
'Wait.'
'Powder...Jinx! Look at me!'
'Remember who you are!'
'What makes you different makes you strong.'
'Nothing is ever going to change that.'
jinx's eyes flutter, her vision hazy as she tries to make out the person carrying her. someone with a broad chest and thick shoulders, but the face... it's something she hadn't seen before in her life. is this stranger wearing a mask? if so, it's fairly large, noโmassive. how can anyone speak, let alone see through something made out of metallic? ]
... Vi?
[ is it her sister? she's been calling out to her, pleading with her to just hold on for a little longer until... jinx doesn't know. there's something squeezing along her tether, though, as if someone were giving her a bear hug, but they're smothering herโprotective, yet also terrified. maybe even beyond that. even with her mind foggy, she recognizes the presence being sharon, and just having her this close is enough to rock her back to unconsciousness. because she's safe, right? they all are... so why is sharon afraid? why is vi trying to keep her little sister above the surface when she isn't sinking? maybe she needs to close her eyes again and think this over. ]
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Sharon races ahead, hands fumbling only slightly as she yanks the gate open hard enough for it to rattle against its hinges, then bounds up the stoop. The door to the townhouse flies open under her shove. ] Freddie— [ His name tears out of her, the panic in her chest spilling straight through the bond in jagged flashes of violet and red. ] Freddie! Help!
[ She spins back immediately, not waiting, already reaching to take Jinx from Belladonna's arms. The moment she does, the reality of it hits harder. Jinx is too warm, and the color mottling her exposed skin makes Sharon's stomach twist. Angry reds, blooming patches that don't belong. Burns.
They have ointment. Aloe. Supplies. It won't be enough. ] She needs water! [ Sharon says, voice shaking despite how fast she's thinking, how hard she's trying to stay ahead of the fear clawing up her throat. ] The shower, the bathtub—I don't care, just get one of them on! [ Tears sting at her eyes, blurring her vision as she looks down. Jinx is breathing. She's still here. She isn't dying. But it feels close. Too close. Like something is already pulling her under, like she's slipping somewhere Sharon can't follow. ]
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She's slumped in Sharon's arms, and with all of the animation removed from her, it's painfully obvious how slight she really is, her twiggy limbs dangling like petals from a dying flower. Immediately, something shifts; even Sharon's fear and hysteria falls to the background.
He assesses, in the way the Pilot in Command assesses. He's been here before, over and over, on the ground and at 38,000 or 50,000 feet.
Burns mottle Jinx's exposed skin, but they're not third-degree. She's breathing evenly, no signs of respiratory distress from the hellstorm outside, semi-conscious. The door's open. They have to protect the air. ]
Tell Belladonna to close the door! Bathtub is full of water but we don't want to submerge her. She can't hold her head up. Bring her into the bathroom and set her down onto the floor.
[ Freddie pauses for a moment to look down at Jinx between them, eyes falling to her dangling hand. Not burnt, by some miracle. He takes it in his much larger one, gives it a squeeze, firmly uttering reassurances even without certainty that she'll hear or parse all of them, reaching out through the faintest thread of a psychic connection between them to send impressions of steadiness and confidence her way. ]
You're gonna be okay, Jinx. We've got you. Remember I told you I was in the military? I know how to handle this. You're gonna be alright.
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it's as if they didn't want her to, and she can't seem to put together why lying around doing nothing is such a big deal to them. still, she maintains her awareness, just a hint, but the touch of freddie's hand results in her eyelids flickering again. she doesn't see the man when she does; instead, she sees her father in his place. not silco, not vander, but her biological father. his face is still hazy, but the outlines of him are enough for her to imagine and misinterpret. ]
When... When is Mama coming home?
[ she asks, her voice timid and weak before her head slumps to one side, the vertigo brewing stronger. ]
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Her arms are shaking. She can't tell if it's the adrenaline flooding her system or pure, suffocating terror clawing its way up her throat. In that moment, she latches onto the tether between them without thinking, desperate for something solid. She finds it in him and pulls what calm she can through the bond, letting it anchor her just enough to keep from unraveling completely.
Outside, Belladonna lets out a low groan as they obediently shove the door shut. It closes with a creak, and then they remain there on the other side like some hulking sentinel, silent through the thickening haze of smoke and ash that's beginning to swallow the city whole.
Sharon is already moving for the bathroom. The words come spilling out of her in a frantic rush, tumbling over each other as fast as she can force them out, thought bleeding straight into speech. ]
She's a water-based Token, Freddie. She can heal in water, I know she can and I think she can breathe underwater too, but maybe only if she's conscious, or maybe she has to trigger it herself, I don't— [ She doesn't know. She can't remember. And the thin veneer of calm she'd stolen from Freddie is already beginning to splinter apart, fraying under the pressure. Panic creeps back in through the cracks. Her hold on Jinx tightens instinctively, like if she lets go for even a second she'll lose her. ]
We just have to get her in water. [ She's already half-breathless. ] That's it. We get her in, and if she can't stay up, I'll get in with her. I'll hold her up myself.