[open]

[jettisons]

Who: Bellamy Blake (jettisons and whoever!
What: Catch all for the event
When: October
Where: All over
Warning(s): Will warn as needed!


i
[The morning of the blast, Bellamy is on the outskirts of the market. It’s Unity Day, which is a strange thing to think about, trapped on another planet, but he can’t get it out of his head. He’s picking over the fruit at a stall when the blast hits, and for the barest second, everything seems to stop. Then there’s panic, shrieking and crying and chaos as people struggle to get away. Without thinking, Bellamy forces his way through the crowd in the opposite direction, heading towards the sound.

By the time he makes it to the market center, any hint of the purple smoke is gone. There’s not even any damage, no obvious injuries. There’s no way that wasn’t a bomb, so where are the casualties?

Bellamy stops whoever’s closest, reaching for their arm.]

What the hell happened?

ii
[Later, once things begin to settle, Bellamy does whatever he can to help, from dropping off supplies to escorting the sick back to the Sanctuary. He knows enough about plagues to wrap a cloth around his mouth and nose, but otherwise, he doesn’t look particularly afraid of contamination, guiding others by the elbow or slipping an arm around their shoulders.]

iii
[Wildcard! Hit me with a starter or talk to me at cephalopods to plan something!]

Comments

ii - sort of

[unprays]

[ it is easy to recognize her, even in a crowd, as Sansa's red hair stands out, separates her from the people coming and going from the Sanctuary. she is near the doors, standing there as though torn, her hands fiddling with the end of her braid.

when she sees Bellamy, there is only the slightest flash of something like panic in her eyes, but it is quickly covered with a small smile. ]

Are you here to help the sick? I'm sure Lady Claire will be glad for the help.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy has always been good at reading people, even if he doesn't seem it. He catches the split second of panic, watches her cover it up and jump immediately to pleasantries. He adjusts the bag of supplies he's got slung over his shoulder, eyes searching her face.]

I'm helping out wherever they need me. You okay, Sansa?

[unprays]

That is very kind of you.

[ but he is too observant — and were this Westeros, she wouldn't hesitate even a second to lie about it all, why she is here, why he might have caught her looking concerned. but this is not Westeros, and Bellamy reminds her too much of her brothers. ]

... I am sure it is nothing serious. But my brothers worry, so I came here to appease them... but surely the maesters have more important things to do, more sick people to look after.

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[He has no idea what a "maester" is, but he puts that down to cultural differences and ignores it for the moment.]

They want you to get checked out?

[It's a good idea, especially if she was in the market.]

This is their job. You aren't wasting anyone's time, trust me.

[unprays]

They do — and they don't. Jon doesn't really like me being out of the house too much. Especially here, as I couldn't really bring Ghost with me.

[ she realizes it may sound strange, but Jon has a good reason... a reason she agrees with. here, she is more vulnerable — and usually, in the marketplace, anywhere out in the open, having Ghost with her would do the trick. but here... no, she can't bring him there, not with the chance of making him sick, or scaring the patients. ]

But I hope it is over quickly, and I can return back.

iii.

[mayarah]

[ kara's been worried, especially when she's realised that people were getting sick. she isn't worried for herself, but everyone else, everyone human? of course she's worried. she knows that she can't really help with finding a cure. that kind of thing is alex's domain more than hers. all she can do is try to find those responsible and bring them to justice.

that, and make sure all her friends are all right. it's the latter, not the former, that brings her to bellamy's place the morning after. ]

Bellamy? Are you there?

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[Bellamy is just heading out again after taking a few minutes to stop back at his place for supplies, so he nearly runs right into Kara as he's leaving.]

Hey.

[She doesn't look sick, which is a relief.]

Everything okay?

[mayarah]

[ she isn't sick. he doesn't look sick, either, but kara still looks him over (with x-ray vision) for a moment to make sure. and then promptly moves into his space to hug him, relief written across her features. ]

I'm glad you're all right.

[ he's not sick. if he doesn't move out of the way, a hug is happening in 3, 2, 1 ... ]

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[It's obvious what she's about to do as soon as she steps forward, but he's still a little slow to respond out of sheer surprise. He really shouldn't be. Of course Kara would hug him like this. Bellamy smiles a little, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing tight.]

You too. You weren't near the explosion, right?

i.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ It had barely been half an hour after Angel had touched down planet-side, another night spent on the space station, that she heard the explosion and the chaos that followed. Before the stampede of fleeing people can topple her over and crush her underfoot Angel just barely ducks into an adjacent ally, pressing herself against the wall until the screams seem to die down.

Bellamy has her arm as soon as she's emerged, startling her, the automatic reaction being to pull away until she realizes it's someone she knows ]

I- I have no idea, something went off but...

[ No carnage no charred earth or market stalls, no evidence of an explosion beyond what she heard moments ago. ]

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But what the hell was it?

[He doesn't see any damage, either, which somehow worries him more than if he was seeing debris and injured bystanders.]

[He lets go of her arm gently, scanning the street again.]

I was too far away to see anything.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Angel shakes her head, scanning the area as well. ]

All I was able to see was the oncoming wave of people fleeing, but...

[ The air feels heavy around them, thick with something that tastes bitter when she breathes in, and causing her to cough. ]

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[Bellamy tugs the collar of his shirt up over his nose and mouth instinctively.]

Cover your nose. We don't want to take any chances.

ii

[unweave]

[ Aranea's new warehouse on the outskirts of the market district is a damn hot spot. She's zoned in a safe zone, escorting people who were still dazed and displaced back to her place.

She's not in top form, but she manages. A slight stumble to her step but Bellamy finds a strong hand latching to his bicep as he attempts to go back out into that contaminated zone. ]

Hey.

[ She tugs back a bit firmer. ]

That's not safe — they're handing out friggin' gear for this. Don't be an idiot.

[ AKA, come rest? ]

I saw you zipping around, you've done enough.

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[Bellamy has never rested a day in his life, unfortunately.]

I'm fine. I'll take a break later.

[In a few days, maybe. He caught that stumble, though, so it's time to be a hypocrite.]

You okay?

[unweave]

Okay, not going to suggest it then. Take a break now or you're of no use to anyone.

[ A bit firmer??? Sorry, she's a hypocrite. ]

Just peachy, trying to keep people from doing stupid shit. Warehouse has room and some food — let the city guard bumble around and do their job with clean up.

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[Bellamy raises his eyebrows immediately at the tone of her voice.]

I don't take orders from you. And if the guard is bumbling, that's more reason not to let them handle this.

i

[saucius]

Bomb.

[ No time for formalities, Bel.

The Exile's hand moves to his shoulder, a soft but firm grasp attempting to hold him in place. ]

You seem too smart to rush in without knowing just what exploded, but just in case...

[jettisons]

[He prefers blunt and to the point over anything else, so he just nods.]

Anything else? You talk to anyone who was nearby when it went off?

[saucius]

Not really, but I'm close enough to sense the general mood over there. Panic... confusion. Not death though.

[ She would know. ]

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How do you know?

[Well, he can take a guess.]

Something to do with the Force?

[Mentally, Bellamy is still putting it down to magic.]

[jettisons]

[Things aren't exactly settling down, but the chaos of the evacuation is over and they're in a holding pattern now, trying to figure out what the hell is going on in Wyver and make themselves useful while someone finds a cure. There's too much to do, but there's always too much to do, and Bellamy has been throwing himself into helping wherever he can, just like he always does. Just like Clarke always does. He might not be great at making sure he stays rested and well-fed, but that doesn't mean Clarke's well-being ever falls to the back of his mind. Makeshift clinics have been set up throughout the city, and near dinnertime, Bellamy heads to the one Clarke has been working at, a bag slung over his shoulder. It doesn't take long to find her.]

Hey. Everything alright?

[romancekiller]

[it's been almost a month like this and even now things are steady not been getting any better. they have already evacuated to wyver while people are still trying to gather the ingredients needed for the cure so clarke does what she always does by tending to and being worried about everyone else except for herself.

she has been working non stop trying to do whatever she can to help, while occasionally checking her phone for any updates on the network or if any of her friends contact her. it takes her a moment to register that bellamy was here since she's a bit preoccupied, not to mention she looks fairly worn out but she smiles slightly when she sees him] Hey. It seems like there's still no improvement but you know, it's a work in progress while we're waiting for the cure— how are you holding up?

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[They're both exhausted, but this is a new kind of exhausting. It isn't the breakneck pace he's used to, just... holding the lines. No progress. He feels like he's going a little nuts. It's not something he'll say, but Clarke knows him better than almost anyone. She'll know. In times like this, it's comforting to fall back on. They've got each other's backs.]

I'm fine.

[That's the usual response, but that brings him to why he's here—he sets the bag on the table next to her.]

Brought you something to eat. I'm guessing you haven't been stopping.

[He Knows.]

[romancekiller]

[being exhausted isn't anything new for either of them especially with everything they've had to deal with back home and it's unsurprising they both fall into the same patterns in this place over the last few weeks while they are still trying to find a cure.

clarke knows that even without bellamy saying the words that he's just as frustrated as she that there has been no progress. his actual response is predictable too because while he might tell her that he's fine, it's yet another thing she knows is far from the truth but she's hardly one to talk right now either.

she watches as he sets the bag on the table before glancing back over to him, smiling slightly. she isn't surprised by the fact he did bring food for her and it is something she appreciates but she knows he probably hasn't stopped to eat either] Oh— yeah, you're right but I'm guessing you haven't either.