Tuunbaq Attack - Open Log

[thetuunbaq]

The tuunbaq paws at an ice-cap. The wind whips up the snow, lightning flashes above illuminating the quick work it makes of the ice. Two swipes from its massive claws and the tunnel is open.

The tuunbaq crawls through. It can smell the fresh meat waiting for it on the other side of the ice.


((This is an all-purpose thread for the tuunbaq attack! Inside you'll find various jumping-off points for characters at different stages of the attack. Please jump in and respond to your heart's content, and add any additional threads and character interactions.

Happy Tuunbaq Day!))

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[brushoff]

As Dorian presses his innards in to his body, he can feel them retreating back in. He can feel his insides reassemble themselves, re-attaching and regrowing, and he knows that his portrait must look like even more of a horror-show than it was before.

At the same time, the cuts on Dorian's arm from where the tuunbaq drew blood slowly start to close over, healing themselves up. He's still a horrific mess. But now, he's becoming a horrific mess that more closely resembles a human being.

"It's slower this time," Dorian complains, more to himself than Jopson. "Why the hell—" He cuts himself off as he feels the boxes lift off his foot. Awkwardly, Dorian scoots out from underneath the boxes, wincing as he looks at his foot, now bent at a certainly broken angle. Well. That explains why he couldn't get up.

[lieutenantsteward]

At first, Jopson dismisses what he sees as a trick of the light. Certainly, this man's wound didn't simply close together on its own? He occupies himself with inspecting his leg, chalking his strange words up to the pain. "Sir, we must leave this place and get up to the-"

He pauses, looking him over again. He was looking...more likely to survive.

[brushoff]

There's a disturbing snapping sound as Dorian's broken foot starts to right itself and the bones start moving back into place. Once he feels confident that he can stand, he does so, getting to his feet as he uses the wall to help prop himself up. And just...give him a moment or two to catch his breath. Just ignore the massive, open gash across his chest that's slowly starting to knit itself together with a disgusting squelching noise.

Dorian knows Jopson is staring at him. He's regrowing most of his fucking internal organs, of course he's being stared at. And he knows he'll have to explain this eventually. But, having regrown most of his fucking internal organs, Dorian has decided an explanation can wait. Dorian gives Jopson a flirtatious smile, utterly ruined by the fact that Dorian can't hide the tiredness in his expression and also that he's pretty much covered head to toe in blood.

"See anything you like?"

[lieutenantsteward]

Dorian's meaning is completely lost on Jopson, who doesn't recognize the flirtatious smile from him because he's too busy staring at his chest coming back together in a very disturbing way. "You are-" But he doesn't quite know how to finish that statement, so he doesn't. It's easier to focus on what he can control. "We should...we should return to the deck. We will be safer there." He throws him his coat, suddenly not too keen on moving any closer to him.

[brushoff]

"I am complicated," Dorian finishes for Jopson. He catches the coat and looks down at his chest to make sure that nothing is currently actively bleeding before putting it on. He still looks like an absolute goddamn mess. But at least now he's a mess that's mostly covered by a coat. Just ignore the blood splatter on his face.

As much as Dorian would like to just not move for the next hour or so, he knows he can't. He steps back from the wall and walks towards Jopson, not knowing or caring that he's walking through his own spilled blood in the process.

"You go first. You have a gun and I'd rather not be mauled to death twice in one day."

[lieutenantsteward]

The logic is sound, though Jopson suspiciously wonders if that's code for "you go first, so you die first," but the thought is quickly wiped from his mind. This man had healed himself before Jopson's eyes, so there was no use in trying to determine the state of his mind.

He readies his rifle for the next shot, just in case, and starts for the hatches, hoping to get Dorian up there so he could return for anyone else.

[brushoff]

And Dorian follows, keeping close enough to Jopson to not let the man out of his sight. He's not an idiot. He's sticking close to the man with the rifle.

[lieutenantsteward]

Jopson leads him to the hatches with minimal effort and opens them up. "Go up," he tells him. "Tell the Captain that I am searching for others." He also needs to find another coat.

[brushoff]

Dorian nods. There's a pause before, with absolute sincerity, he looks back at Jopson and says, "Stay safe. And don't be a hero—I can think of a few people on this ship who'd want you alive."

Not everyone's blessed with a healing factor bordering on the absurd.

Without waiting for a response from Jopson, Dorian turns back towards the hatches and starts to climb onto the deck.