glencolareef | LOG | DAY 003

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LOG | DAY 003 - 006

WHO: Martin Blackwood, Jet Link, Kokichi Ouma, and Lalo Salamanca
WHAT: Jet arrives to save Kokichi from a drone and discovered a severely dehydrated Martin and unconscious teen. Later, Lalo arrives with a cooler of water and food.
WHEN: Day 003-006
WHERE: VII.C.25 and the surrounding areas
WARNINGS: extreme physical distress, unsanitary conditions, potential character death
NOTES: None

Based on the search by Jet on Day 003 and everyone's later searches on Day 004-006.

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"No!" It's not a particularly loud exclamation, but it's what Martin can manage when he sees Jet go down. No, no, no! No, the other person is in a cell. Not this man, too. They're all going to die, then. Every last one of them.

But the drone veers drunkenly to the side and hits the ground in a whirl of sparks. Jet is down, but it doesn't move to stab him with a needle or pick him up. It... can't? He doesn't have much movement left in him, but Martin's quick as he can to obey Jet's directive. It's just sensible. He wants to be nowhere near that thing again. He's pretty sure a shock right now would outright kill him. So, Martin rolls over, away from the bars and off the mattress.

He stops there because that's about what he can manage, even with a small burst of adrenaline.

It's a struggle to get back to his feet when every part of him feels like its made of lead. That's twice now he's been tased in, what? A month? Not his favorite. But he's nothing if not determined and it sees him bracing his weight on his good leg to get the other stable.

The damn drone just...pitifully arcs in circles like a wounded bird crackling with electricity it doesn't know what to do with and there's something promising in that, at least. It's not hard to find the stash of stuff he'd come in with, not nearly as hard as it is to then turn and limp his way into nudging the thing with his turtle shell closer towards the cell...and at the same time it discharges electricity. Pyunma had said something about turtle shells not absorbing electricity once. Something about them being bone. He'd probably have a better idea than this if he were here.

But Martin's got Jet and he's good enough to figure this out. It's aggravating work, but it's something to focus on and, eventually, he's rewarded. The thing clunks against the bars right as the discharge goes off and then hovers off on its way as the pad by the door switches to green. The door shoots open. Jet blinks.

"Thank fuck. Hey..." He stumbles to the water can on his way to the door and in, finally, to Martin himself. "Hey...got it. Lets get you sitting up, pal."

The door unlocks. The door unlocks. He doesn't actually have the moisture or energy to cry, but there's a soft sob of relief when he hears that sound, when he hears Jet's feet, the other man stumbling in. He still might die, but at least it won't be trapped and alone in a dingy, smelly cell.

Sitting is an ordeal. Martin is a fairly large man and just the process of shifting upright has him passing out. Jet will need to do most of the work there. Martin's too hot, too dry. The moment the can is pressed to his lips, when he has enough consciousness, he'll drink what he can. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the sense at the moment to go slowly, so he'll need some help there.

Jet's strong and sturdy, certainly a little stronger than maybe he seems like he should be when he's on the narrower side, but it's not his arms are hurt and he's good at angles and momentum, at least. It takes a game of kneeling on his good knee, balancing Martin partially against his bad one, and the bars behind him to help prop him up, but stubborn determination has rarely failed Jet in the past and it doesn't start now.

"Alright...here we go." He rouses the other man with a small pat to his face and controls the tip of the can once it's to Martin's lips so he can pull it back away again when needed. "I know this sucks...but you're gonna get through this. I promise. You're not dying on my watch."

He has no doubt his words aren't even heard, but that was fine, they were more to try and keep his new charge alert and awake enough to get water in him. Jet hesitates a moment, but then puts his hand over Martin's forehead with the hope his abnormally cool hand might help ease him a bit.

"Why don't you talk to me between sips, Martin. You sounded like you're from London. Been there a couple times. Nice enough place. Where'd you grow up?"

"Uh..." There are words. He should process them. Grow up. London. "A-Ardwick." Depending on Jet's knowledge of geography, he might know that's a rather poor neighborhood in Manchester. "Then London." Which might explain why his accent isn't nearly as northern as it ought to be for someone born in Manchester.

His eyes flutter open. "Sorry." For everything, really.

Ardwick...GB had talked about it briefly. Dismissively, but in that way he did when he just didn't want to talk too much about something. It mattered a little, but not right now.

The apology brings him up short. "Sorry for what? This place? Not your fault you got shoved in a cell. Plus, those things needed to go, they nearly killed you." He shakes his head and brings the can back up for a small sip.

"Don't worry about it. Let's see...that shiv, where'd you get it?"

"You got hurt." And even if Martin hadn't shoved the drone directly at Jet, his being here is... no wait. Why is this man here? How did he find him? Who was the other person who was brought in? It's not just them. All thoughts that run through his head and collect in the pile of mush that is his cognitive processing ability in this moment.

"Mattress. Under it." And after a moment, he does manage to extract one of those thoughts. "How? How did you find me?"

He just gives a single shoulder shrug at the mention of getting hurt and doesn't address it. It wasn't the first time, not even for that knee, and it probably wasn't going to be the last. When his family came to get him, he'd weather their earful and lack of surprise.

Luckily, Martin offers a question he can answer a lot more easily. Jet glances over his shoulder to Kokichi out cold in the other cell. "The kid...Kokichi. He got snagged by the drone and I chased after him. It led me here. He's unconscious, but he seems ok otherwise. Honestly, probably wouldn't have made it here in time if not for that." He sets the can aside again. "We should probably slow down again. Let you get that energy back up."

"Check on him?" If Martin's going to have to go without drinking for a little bit here, then at least maybe Jet can ensure Kokichi isn't trapped in the cell. He's not sure if the door opened because the drone was specifically on. It would be good to repeat while it is, regardless.

He nods and looks back towards the drone and it's sad low-spiraling track and occasional discharge of electricity. He'd need to corral that thing again. And then probably destroy it.

"Yeah. Good idea. Rest up, but maybe try not to go to sleep for a bit. Not until we can get you out of here physically." He puts a hand briefly on Martin's shoulder, but then makes to stand and head back out of the cell. There was plenty more to do before anyone could rest properly in here.

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